Confessional Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#confessional
confessional seeking honest critique poems. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
All Through The Night
Hold you in my arms
Keep you safe from all harm
All through the night”
Those words above are the beginning of a song called, All Through The Night. The very first words of mine put to music. That’s right folks, my first song ever.
Before I tell you this story, I have a special announcement. Our very own, Fia Naturie, interviewed me on a special episode of SpotLight. If you didn’t know about it, well now you do. lol.
It’s our voices, there is nothing to read. Fia, was my first guest on the show. She came up with the idea to...
Keep you safe from all harm
All through the night”
Those words above are the beginning of a song called, All Through The Night. The very first words of mine put to music. That’s right folks, my first song ever.
Before I tell you this story, I have a special announcement. Our very own, Fia Naturie, interviewed me on a special episode of SpotLight. If you didn’t know about it, well now you do. lol.
It’s our voices, there is nothing to read. Fia, was my first guest on the show. She came up with the idea to...
#confessional
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Others' poetry
Isn't it exhilarating
how someone's poetry
can ignite a fire within us?
When their words resonate
so deeply, it's like they unlock
hidden chambers in our own hearts,
revealing emotions and thoughts
we hadn't fully realized were there.
Crafting your own verses
becomes more than just writing
it's a dialogue between your soul and theirs,
a harmonious exchange
across the canvas of creativity.
I've always found
that immersing myself
in powerful poetry
not only inspires me
but...
how someone's poetry
can ignite a fire within us?
When their words resonate
so deeply, it's like they unlock
hidden chambers in our own hearts,
revealing emotions and thoughts
we hadn't fully realized were there.
Crafting your own verses
becomes more than just writing
it's a dialogue between your soul and theirs,
a harmonious exchange
across the canvas of creativity.
I've always found
that immersing myself
in powerful poetry
not only inspires me
but...
#confessional
#emotions
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#WritingPoetry
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Primal head
It's chaos like yours
dragging animals
out inside of us
who have tired eyes
unable to peacefully
sleep in darkness
waking up to the
sound of pindrops,
watching shadows
crawling over walls
wondering if little
nightmares playing
endlessly on loops
will ever be over
the creak of a
door, the sound
of a pattering
foot, the claws
tucked away
into pillows
ready to
strike up
like hot
matches.
dragging animals
out inside of us
who have tired eyes
unable to peacefully
sleep in darkness
waking up to the
sound of pindrops,
watching shadows
crawling over walls
wondering if little
nightmares playing
endlessly on loops
will ever be over
the creak of a
door, the sound
of a pattering
foot, the claws
tucked away
into pillows
ready to
strike up
like hot
matches.
#animals
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
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Puppies
I laugh when they call me intense,
As if they know the depths
I have to give.
Only dialed in at a mere two percent,
Purring like a cat, I breathe him in,
allorubbing, weaving, through his skin.
He's intoxicated, caught in my
sway— Not many men have the
strength to say no.
I grab his card,
swipe, swipe, swipe,
Do you want me?
I ask, breath heavy, And in his eyes,
I see the hearts glow.
What I bring is more than
Cupid’s bow, A gift unwrapped,
a present aglow.
Some call it...
As if they know the depths
I have to give.
Only dialed in at a mere two percent,
Purring like a cat, I breathe him in,
allorubbing, weaving, through his skin.
He's intoxicated, caught in my
sway— Not many men have the
strength to say no.
I grab his card,
swipe, swipe, swipe,
Do you want me?
I ask, breath heavy, And in his eyes,
I see the hearts glow.
What I bring is more than
Cupid’s bow, A gift unwrapped,
a present aglow.
Some call it...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#WritingPoetry
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Sexual Freedom!
#confessional
#motivational
#sex
#uplifting
#women
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The deception behind the mask
Man to woman and Woman to man let's be serious about, that scenario of what is happening in today's, in society of people's and there true intentions. 🤨 For sure don't we deserve to have something, that is real evidence of love and honor and respect. 💯 FOR sure what would you rather have in your life and world, don't you think that you are worthy of that, kind of devotion and truth and genuine honesty and trust. 💯 For now let's take it farther than that in each relationship, whether good or bad did you feel that you were getting that in return, 🤔 of that what...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
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It's another year in my life
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️. 111 It's here at this moment in my life with another year in my life, coming that I am truly grateful and thankful and blessed. To be able to see another day in my life. For tomorrow is a blessing for me, on my 66 birthday. 🎉🎂 For sure it's on this day I silently reflect upon my life, as I journey and travel and walk the last four years of my own life. FOR let's go back to 2002 when I had a spinal infusion and I was unable to walk, 😭 or stand on my own two feet alone. 😔 IT was that moment in...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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The Rave Girl
I’ve always been in love with energy,
which is why the rave scene felt like home to me.
Dancing to my own delight,
heightened awareness in the pulsing night.
Sweaty bodies moving, a vibrant sea,
lost in a kaleidoscope of light and ecstasy.
I’d perch on a speaker, my frequency alive,
vibrations rippling, helping others thrive.
It was always the odd, the eccentric, the free,
who gravitated toward my energy.
We’d talk for hours or dance without end,
no numbers exchanged, no ties to defend.
For that night, we were free—...
which is why the rave scene felt like home to me.
Dancing to my own delight,
heightened awareness in the pulsing night.
Sweaty bodies moving, a vibrant sea,
lost in a kaleidoscope of light and ecstasy.
I’d perch on a speaker, my frequency alive,
vibrations rippling, helping others thrive.
It was always the odd, the eccentric, the free,
who gravitated toward my energy.
We’d talk for hours or dance without end,
no numbers exchanged, no ties to defend.
For that night, we were free—...
#confessional
#drugs
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Ode to Pessoa's Multiple Poems
Oh Pessoa, master of masks and souls,
who unfolds in multiple verses,
in each heteronym, a universe,
in each poem, a new being.
Alberto Caeiro, shepherd of the fields,
with simplicity and wisdom,
describes nature in its purity
and teaches us to see the world with clarity.
Ricardo Reis, serene epicurean,
with his odes of calm and resignation,
celebrates life with measure and reason
and invites us to live with moderation.
Álvaro de Campos, sensitive engineer,
with his eagerness and modernity, ...
who unfolds in multiple verses,
in each heteronym, a universe,
in each poem, a new being.
Alberto Caeiro, shepherd of the fields,
with simplicity and wisdom,
describes nature in its purity
and teaches us to see the world with clarity.
Ricardo Reis, serene epicurean,
with his odes of calm and resignation,
celebrates life with measure and reason
and invites us to live with moderation.
Álvaro de Campos, sensitive engineer,
with his eagerness and modernity, ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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LOOK INTO MY EYES
Can you look into my eyes 👁️ 👁️ and tell me, what is that you are seeking to see, if you look even deeper than deep into my eyes. For sure as you look into my eyes, you can see that I can't really see you cause I'm BLIND. But yet I can really see you just as you are to me, 😞 in skin and flesh and blood and bones as you stand there before me. For sure that they elders say that no one is sent to you by chance or accident 🧐 For if it's possible that they can be here, in your life and world and dreams, do they come with a positive level of energy and...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
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utterly
dwindling thought withering in context
my mind ceases in ideas and gets angry
withdrawing from the lense
I don't wish to be observed
shaken epiphany I am cut off
from who I used to be
evolving utterly different
I wonder did that version of me die out of necessity
keening hope she was so beautiful
she was not me but I share her memories
grief burdens me, I wonder did I kill her, one thought at a time
drain her essence and discard her in the past
the present knows only me
it's a curious thing, I...
my mind ceases in ideas and gets angry
withdrawing from the lense
I don't wish to be observed
shaken epiphany I am cut off
from who I used to be
evolving utterly different
I wonder did that version of me die out of necessity
keening hope she was so beautiful
she was not me but I share her memories
grief burdens me, I wonder did I kill her, one thought at a time
drain her essence and discard her in the past
the present knows only me
it's a curious thing, I...
#confessional
#identity
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
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Defense Mechanism
I did it again, a defense I know too well,
The only way to make them run, to break the spell.
I show them the real definition of psychotic,
A heart wrapped in chaos, a love so toxic.
I pull him close, kiss him 'til he becomes unconscious,
A razzle-dazzle performance, his mind enslaved.
He’s intoxicated by my very air,
But just when he thinks love could be there,
I rip the rug out from under him and tell him to pack his shit and go.
Once, a man called me out, saw through my game,
I've never met someone who played crazy so well. ...
The only way to make them run, to break the spell.
I show them the real definition of psychotic,
A heart wrapped in chaos, a love so toxic.
I pull him close, kiss him 'til he becomes unconscious,
A razzle-dazzle performance, his mind enslaved.
He’s intoxicated by my very air,
But just when he thinks love could be there,
I rip the rug out from under him and tell him to pack his shit and go.
Once, a man called me out, saw through my game,
I've never met someone who played crazy so well. ...
#confessional
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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