Confessional Poems
#confessional
Confessional poetry gets inside the head of the author, exploring their repressed anguish or deepest emotions. Revealing and personal poems, which often describe parts of the author's life which are not usually in the public domain. Confessional poetry is a style of writing which emerged in the 1950s and 1960s.
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 4:58pm
4th Jan 2025 4:58pm
declaration of independence
(Visual)
#confessional
#healing
#SelfWorth #uplifting
#SelfWorth #uplifting
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Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 4:15pm
2nd Jan 2025 4:15pm
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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PAR
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 5:35pm
1st Jan 2025 5:35pm
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
62 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 11:29pm
31st Dec 2024 11:29pm
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
57 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 8:22pm
28th Dec 2024 8:22pm
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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Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 4:59pm
28th Dec 2024 4:59pm
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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Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 4:09pm
28th Dec 2024 4:09pm
Normal
I tell my therapist, I want to be normal,
And she tilts her head, asking, What is normal?
He calls me weird, and I revel in it—
This uncanny essence, this near-supernatural grit.
There aren’t enough words to define my kind,
Let’s get lost in forbidden art, leave the mundane behind.
I’ll be the most bizarre thing you’ve ever known,
A flame to your moth, a chaos overthrown.
The girl who could sway you to do just about anything,
Only to leave you when the moonlight calls.
I don’t have to drink, I tell my therapist, ...
And she tilts her head, asking, What is normal?
He calls me weird, and I revel in it—
This uncanny essence, this near-supernatural grit.
There aren’t enough words to define my kind,
Let’s get lost in forbidden art, leave the mundane behind.
I’ll be the most bizarre thing you’ve ever known,
A flame to your moth, a chaos overthrown.
The girl who could sway you to do just about anything,
Only to leave you when the moonlight calls.
I don’t have to drink, I tell my therapist, ...
#confessional
#love
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 2:21pm
25th Dec 2024 2:21pm
Discovery
What is the true purpose of
Me
From the day I opened my eyes
Into the unknowing world
The immediate world
Mom, Dad, and Me
Like a bud
Precious and new
Timid to push forth
On a planet that is skewed
With plans for me and you
I grow as I must
Ingest and trust information
To go on and survive
To stay here
To stay alive
Then, the brutality came.
Constant like unforgiving rain
In the form of laughter and judgment
Pain
This is just a season I must endure
To...
Me
From the day I opened my eyes
Into the unknowing world
The immediate world
Mom, Dad, and Me
Like a bud
Precious and new
Timid to push forth
On a planet that is skewed
With plans for me and you
I grow as I must
Ingest and trust information
To go on and survive
To stay here
To stay alive
Then, the brutality came.
Constant like unforgiving rain
In the form of laughter and judgment
Pain
This is just a season I must endure
To...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself #SelfDiscovery
#myself #SelfDiscovery
119 reads
16 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 1:20am
25th Dec 2024 1:20am
Tales From My Poetic Crypt Vol 3: The Poetic Masochist [ Iron Maiden ]
..this might be Risky
so i'll take a swig of some Famed Whiskey
{my favorite pastime}...miss me with the Bullshit
as Eye reconfigure a Rhyme
...a time...induced by Memoirs of my
Iron Maiden
Pre-scripted as a Lyrical Toad...Shaolin style
...my Goal is to Goad
the Watchful Gallery to inflict me with
.....those Glorious Stab Wounds...
Blood in Blood out...oozing Wrath Envy Sloth Pride...
...Eye Love the Humiliation Ritual
.... inducing...
so i'll take a swig of some Famed Whiskey
{my favorite pastime}...miss me with the Bullshit
as Eye reconfigure a Rhyme
...a time...induced by Memoirs of my
Iron Maiden
Pre-scripted as a Lyrical Toad...Shaolin style
...my Goal is to Goad
the Watchful Gallery to inflict me with
.....those Glorious Stab Wounds...
Blood in Blood out...oozing Wrath Envy Sloth Pride...
...Eye Love the Humiliation Ritual
.... inducing...
#confessional
#dark
#LifeAsAWriter
149 reads
3 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 4:25pm
24th Dec 2024 4:25pm
keepin' it movin'
I'll be honest
I don't know my full purpose
why I'm here
as fractured as a cracked egg
held together only by the tissues inside
but that's life...isn't it
an enigma tattooed in damage & stigmas
steps sometimes faltering
...others defiant
I don't know what tomorrow holds in its fist
only that it won't offer me an early glimpse
so I fumble...stumble...trundle along
one foot after the other
picking myself up when I'm beaten down
& limp off to try again
no...I don't know why I'm here
what I'm put on this...
I don't know my full purpose
why I'm here
as fractured as a cracked egg
held together only by the tissues inside
but that's life...isn't it
an enigma tattooed in damage & stigmas
steps sometimes faltering
...others defiant
I don't know what tomorrow holds in its fist
only that it won't offer me an early glimpse
so I fumble...stumble...trundle along
one foot after the other
picking myself up when I'm beaten down
& limp off to try again
no...I don't know why I'm here
what I'm put on this...
#confessional
#honesty
#SelfReflection
153 reads
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Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 3:17am
24th Dec 2024 3:17am
A Witches Embrace
Religion was forged to keep us in chains,
A lie whispered soft to silence our flames.
They spoke of submission as God’s decree,
But some of us carry Lilith’s legacy.
Witches, we wield the primordial might,
A power unspoken, yet burning bright.
Do not ask how—I simply know,
This truth is etched in the marrow below.
It’s no man who belongs at the sacred stand,
But a woman commanding, her voice to expand:
"Take up your brooms, sisters, let the ritual flow,
With mudras of power, let the energies grow."
...
A lie whispered soft to silence our flames.
They spoke of submission as God’s decree,
But some of us carry Lilith’s legacy.
Witches, we wield the primordial might,
A power unspoken, yet burning bright.
Do not ask how—I simply know,
This truth is etched in the marrow below.
It’s no man who belongs at the sacred stand,
But a woman commanding, her voice to expand:
"Take up your brooms, sisters, let the ritual flow,
With mudras of power, let the energies grow."
...
#confessional
#dark
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
#witches
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Pretty_Vacuous
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 5:33am
23rd Dec 2024 5:33am
5 Uneasy Pieces
Sometimes I think I’d do well in a padded cell, as long as I had my favorite book
I found it abandoned on a bus station bench, I’ve read it so many times it starting to look like me, it’s seen some weather and still holding itself together
A knock off beanie baby in the shape of a squirrel someone threw out a moving car window somewhere between West LA and Montebello
The ring I was wearing the night of the incident and that’s all I’m going to say about it
A phone number I’m sure is no longer in order and a box of ashes of the best friend I ever had...
I found it abandoned on a bus station bench, I’ve read it so many times it starting to look like me, it’s seen some weather and still holding itself together
A knock off beanie baby in the shape of a squirrel someone threw out a moving car window somewhere between West LA and Montebello
The ring I was wearing the night of the incident and that’s all I’m going to say about it
A phone number I’m sure is no longer in order and a box of ashes of the best friend I ever had...
#confessional
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