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.
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Poem Published
Yesterday 11:27pm
Yesterday 11:27pm
Me, Part 4: Entropy
I was eight years old
when we moved 1000km from home
for dad’s sabbatical.
As far as I can tell,
that’s the year everything went
sideways.
There were good things.
The loft in the open-plan classroom,
where I decorated the cover of my weekly workbook
in wild rainbow colours,
completing lessons as an afterthought
each Friday afternoon.
And Anne –
dramatic, precocious, unpopular;
I adored her brazen light.
We were inseparable
and obscenely curious.
Parental supervision was...
when we moved 1000km from home
for dad’s sabbatical.
As far as I can tell,
that’s the year everything went
sideways.
There were good things.
The loft in the open-plan classroom,
where I decorated the cover of my weekly workbook
in wild rainbow colours,
completing lessons as an afterthought
each Friday afternoon.
And Anne –
dramatic, precocious, unpopular;
I adored her brazen light.
We were inseparable
and obscenely curious.
Parental supervision was...
#abuse
#childhood
#confessional #memories
#confessional #memories
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PAR
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:31pm
Yesterday 10:31pm
A poem in bed
The sheets fold like paper,
soft against skin, heavy with dreams.
A book rests in open palms,
its spine breathing in the hush of midnight.
Words spill like ink across the quiet,
syllables curling into candlelight,
each line a bridge between waking
and the endless drift into thought.
The best poem waits in whispers,
threading itself through fingertips,
drawing the mind deeper
into the lull of imagined echoes.
The letters pulse, alive in their rhythm,
the room shrinking to the space ...
soft against skin, heavy with dreams.
A book rests in open palms,
its spine breathing in the hush of midnight.
Words spill like ink across the quiet,
syllables curling into candlelight,
each line a bridge between waking
and the endless drift into thought.
The best poem waits in whispers,
threading itself through fingertips,
drawing the mind deeper
into the lull of imagined echoes.
The letters pulse, alive in their rhythm,
the room shrinking to the space ...
#confessional
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#myself
#WritingPoetry
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8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 10:53pm
14th Apr 2025 10:53pm
Petals and Stars
Under the void stars crumble to dust,
hands tremble as petals tear softly,
the air hums with the weight of endings.
One by one, petals fall like faint whispers.
Counting stars that flicker on borrowed time.
The heavens bleed with quiet inevitability.
Breath tightens as skies fracture apart,
petals scatter, unanswered prayers to the abyss.
The apocalypse looms patient and cruel.
Counting, plucking, waiting in silence...
Hope burns like a distant fading ember
and the world waits, fragile and undone.
hands tremble as petals tear softly,
the air hums with the weight of endings.
One by one, petals fall like faint whispers.
Counting stars that flicker on borrowed time.
The heavens bleed with quiet inevitability.
Breath tightens as skies fracture apart,
petals scatter, unanswered prayers to the abyss.
The apocalypse looms patient and cruel.
Counting, plucking, waiting in silence...
Hope burns like a distant fading ember
and the world waits, fragile and undone.
#confessional
#meditation
#patience #silence
#patience #silence
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4 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 9:07pm
14th Apr 2025 9:07pm
glass gates
14 of 30
in memory forever
some accusations stain
misunderstood...badly translated
it's hard to explain
why can't you just accept it
let yourself be loved
it's complicated
& painfully simple
but I don't know where to start
once upon a time...
{not so very long ago}
...as the story goes
I loved like a warrior
ardent & unrelenting
...but in full armor
poured my love into their open hands
giving them everything I am
beautifully...
in memory forever
some accusations stain
misunderstood...badly translated
it's hard to explain
why can't you just accept it
let yourself be loved
it's complicated
& painfully simple
but I don't know where to start
once upon a time...
{not so very long ago}
...as the story goes
I loved like a warrior
ardent & unrelenting
...but in full armor
poured my love into their open hands
giving them everything I am
beautifully...
#confessional
#learning
#love #PersonalGrowth
#love #PersonalGrowth
51 reads
3 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 11:12pm
13th Apr 2025 11:12pm
Feel more at peace
As another day slowly comes to an end and night shadows the world 🌍 when do you feel more comfortable, in your own personal, quite atmosphere of no time, just empty space. FOR your own thoughts to roam around free, from the negativity and drama and confusion, and madness and chaos even of some people's. 🤔 For sure it's necessary to understand that sometimes, we have to learn to separate, things in our lives in order to THINK. Rational with an focus of understanding, that we all need that moment of peace and tranquility. For sure it could be music 🎶🎵 it could be...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
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2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 9:24pm
13th Apr 2025 9:24pm
Drafts of a confession
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ Let's dive into the truth about a confession of the deepness, that lingers in the heart and spiritual soul touching, the deepness of your soul and mind. For this precious story will go deeper than deep, into the process of being able to share your silent, whispers of your tears that have been created by the hurt and pain. That goes to the reason, why you wear a mask as a disguise, to hide from preying eyes. 👁️👁️ But yet beneath the surface of your mind thoughts, you wonder how much you need and want...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 12:41pm
13th Apr 2025 12:41pm
continuum
13 of 30
when my heart is engaged
you're never temporary
you...are a part of me
& if one day you should depart
a piece of you will remain
your essence...like osmosis
inspiring & adding to my enirety
as you saturate
becoming an eternal part of me
& I'm grateful
for whatever time we are given
hold very dear these moments we share
embedding them into my foundation
strengthening my pillars
building with compassion
& connection
more solid...ever better
together... ...
when my heart is engaged
you're never temporary
you...are a part of me
& if one day you should depart
a piece of you will remain
your essence...like osmosis
inspiring & adding to my enirety
as you saturate
becoming an eternal part of me
& I'm grateful
for whatever time we are given
hold very dear these moments we share
embedding them into my foundation
strengthening my pillars
building with compassion
& connection
more solid...ever better
together... ...
#confessional
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#friendship #gratitude
#friendship #gratitude
59 reads
2 Comments
neves
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 10:39am
13th Apr 2025 10:39am
Genesis
I welcome them
by opening a gate,
unlock doors after
long stretch of day
as large pots stir
they pick up the
ladle, wondering,
asking what it is,
they chow down
as steam covers
their faces, their
mouths speak
in a common
language we
all know.
Later, I rinse suds
off steel as a doll
kisses the back
of my head,
America and Japan
wrap their arms
around my
tiny island
as Genesis...
by opening a gate,
unlock doors after
long stretch of day
as large pots stir
they pick up the
ladle, wondering,
asking what it is,
they chow down
as steam covers
their faces, their
mouths speak
in a common
language we
all know.
Later, I rinse suds
off steel as a doll
kisses the back
of my head,
America and Japan
wrap their arms
around my
tiny island
as Genesis...
#confessional
#symbolism
77 reads
1 Comment
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 11:39am
12th Apr 2025 11:39am
boundless
12 of 30
there is beauty found in a sense of belonging
so long as translation isn't...
...ownership
{unless that's the agreed upon dynamic}
I've never wanted to be a bauble in a vault
...locked away unseen
I'm a treasure to be proud of...
...even though I don't actually need...
...{or feel comfortable}
...being on display
...it's the thought...see?
to be clear...
it isn't even about safekeeping
no...it's so so much more than that...
bigger...freer...just more
a connection...a landing...
there is beauty found in a sense of belonging
so long as translation isn't...
...ownership
{unless that's the agreed upon dynamic}
I've never wanted to be a bauble in a vault
...locked away unseen
I'm a treasure to be proud of...
...even though I don't actually need...
...{or feel comfortable}
...being on display
...it's the thought...see?
to be clear...
it isn't even about safekeeping
no...it's so so much more than that...
bigger...freer...just more
a connection...a landing...
#confessional
#honesty
#love
91 reads
5 Comments
GangsterGoose
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 5:16pm
11th Apr 2025 5:16pm
Tiny Jar
You know me as a calmer form
A tiny flame that can be kept in a tiny jar
Not the forest fire that I know I can be
Could be.......
Some days...most days...life feels more like a heavy rain
Is this stifled form of me the only thing that's left?
Will the last time I felt that fervor quake beneath my skin be the only memory I have to last me this lifetime?
Is it me or is it you?
Sometimes I feel like maybe there's just too many fractures in my being now to feel that way for anyone anymore
I remember kisses that made my heart beat all...
A tiny flame that can be kept in a tiny jar
Not the forest fire that I know I can be
Could be.......
Some days...most days...life feels more like a heavy rain
Is this stifled form of me the only thing that's left?
Will the last time I felt that fervor quake beneath my skin be the only memory I have to last me this lifetime?
Is it me or is it you?
Sometimes I feel like maybe there's just too many fractures in my being now to feel that way for anyone anymore
I remember kisses that made my heart beat all...
#choices
#confessional
#evolution
#love
#relationships
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 4:11pm
10th Apr 2025 4:11pm
unsung beauty of unwanted parts
10 of 30
don't let it be her breaking...
that's what I said
but...maybe...
I had it all wrong
what if it's all part of our making
how we learn...or not...
& what we take from our damage
what we do with it
hiding...or embracing
because I...
I fell...
with all the exuberance of youth
absolutely blind belief in the power of love
...thought it embodied something magical
as I swam in the seas of his eyes
not noticing how shallow they really were
or how their turbulence swallowed me up ...
don't let it be her breaking...
that's what I said
but...maybe...
I had it all wrong
what if it's all part of our making
how we learn...or not...
& what we take from our damage
what we do with it
hiding...or embracing
because I...
I fell...
with all the exuberance of youth
absolutely blind belief in the power of love
...thought it embodied something magical
as I swam in the seas of his eyes
not noticing how shallow they really were
or how their turbulence swallowed me up ...
#confessional
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
67 reads
3 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 11:44am
8th Apr 2025 11:44am
shrouds & dustcovers
8 of 30
I'm fascinated by abandoned places
not much left...
just scraps & empty halls
pieces of furniture now deteriorating
so many questions created
forever left unanswered
where shadows settle over what used to be
& lives remain barely evident
residences once filled
photos still hang...crooked...upon crumbling walls
wallpaper sagging in tattered patterns
mementos adorning dusty surfaces
moth-eaten clothes hanging in cupboards
table set for a meal never to be served
echoes resounding down...
I'm fascinated by abandoned places
not much left...
just scraps & empty halls
pieces of furniture now deteriorating
so many questions created
forever left unanswered
where shadows settle over what used to be
& lives remain barely evident
residences once filled
photos still hang...crooked...upon crumbling walls
wallpaper sagging in tattered patterns
mementos adorning dusty surfaces
moth-eaten clothes hanging in cupboards
table set for a meal never to be served
echoes resounding down...
#confessional
#honesty
#inspirational
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3 Comments
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