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.
NP_NP
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:29am
Yesterday 5:29am
Old
You loved the old me,
The girl who was satisfied
with scraps, The love you called
love— How did I lose myself in your trap?
I made you my whole world,
Sacrificed pieces of me to make
you whole, But now I see,
clear and bold, I’ll never let
another take that toll.
11:11, a sign on this road,
I’m swerving through life,
free from your hold,
Not drunk, just high on this
freedom I’ve found,
No leash will chain me,
no ties will bind me down.
I once feared the drama,
The wreckage...
The girl who was satisfied
with scraps, The love you called
love— How did I lose myself in your trap?
I made you my whole world,
Sacrificed pieces of me to make
you whole, But now I see,
clear and bold, I’ll never let
another take that toll.
11:11, a sign on this road,
I’m swerving through life,
free from your hold,
Not drunk, just high on this
freedom I’ve found,
No leash will chain me,
no ties will bind me down.
I once feared the drama,
The wreckage...
#confessional
#love
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 5:30pm
9th Feb 2025 5:30pm
watch your six...
I'm not much
...at first glance
quiet
plain Jane
just a house mouse
past my youth
so they ignore me
look right past...
counting me out of the fight
...fools
let me tell you
what this disregarded observer sees
while they're overlooking little ol' me
knowledge is power...
so they stunt our education
making it easier to spoon feed the masses
lies they've disguised as reality
pap with no actual nutrients
the sheep will eat it up
& ask for seconds
they view diversity... ...
...at first glance
quiet
plain Jane
just a house mouse
past my youth
so they ignore me
look right past...
counting me out of the fight
...fools
let me tell you
what this disregarded observer sees
while they're overlooking little ol' me
knowledge is power...
so they stunt our education
making it easier to spoon feed the masses
lies they've disguised as reality
pap with no actual nutrients
the sheep will eat it up
& ask for seconds
they view diversity... ...
#confessional
#honesty
#power
84 reads
8 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 11:29pm
8th Feb 2025 11:29pm
If you’re a word, I’m a word
It’s illogical, but why do I still
feel such suspicion when people
tell me they love me
as if I can’t believe they’d place
someone else over the wreckage
of themselves
your bones entered, washing black salt
from wounded questions, stitching
new answers on old cotton tongues
and I realise now, love
was never enough to make me
want to stay, but it licked
cold bile from my lips
enough for me to say, boy
you’re my glass, and I long
to drink until it stops hurting
...
feel such suspicion when people
tell me they love me
as if I can’t believe they’d place
someone else over the wreckage
of themselves
your bones entered, washing black salt
from wounded questions, stitching
new answers on old cotton tongues
and I realise now, love
was never enough to make me
want to stay, but it licked
cold bile from my lips
enough for me to say, boy
you’re my glass, and I long
to drink until it stops hurting
...
#confessional
84 reads
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Loki_Undercover
Wannabe-Poet
Wannabe-Poet
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 3:10am
6th Feb 2025 3:10am
I adore you, more than I implore
I adore something
I no longer have the privilege to explore
I lived off what was implored for so long
I forgot what I was doing it for
Let it be, ignore what I see
Act like it was never meant to be
Especially when it’s not good for me
But there’s so much in between
I want to change
I want to be this something
But I am nothing and everything
And that’s all I’ll ever be
I wish you never witnessed me
I no longer have the privilege to explore
I lived off what was implored for so long
I forgot what I was doing it for
Let it be, ignore what I see
Act like it was never meant to be
Especially when it’s not good for me
But there’s so much in between
I want to change
I want to be this something
But I am nothing and everything
And that’s all I’ll ever be
I wish you never witnessed me
#breakup
#confessional
#insomnia
#love
#SelfReflection
71 reads
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 8:03am
5th Feb 2025 8:03am
Joey G
Sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in my own mind. I’ve given plenty of examples of that already. I guess it’s important to put backstories into perspective when talking about another person. I’m talking about, Joey Graves, my former bandmate and songwriting partner.
“Joey G,” as everybody called him in our musical circle. I’ve not been fair to him or the readers here at DU. I’m guilty of telling you, why I’m pissed and disappointed at him instead of giving you the full picture.
Over time I plan to balance that out more. It wasn’t all bad as I said...
“Joey G,” as everybody called him in our musical circle. I’ve not been fair to him or the readers here at DU. I’m guilty of telling you, why I’m pissed and disappointed at him instead of giving you the full picture.
Over time I plan to balance that out more. It wasn’t all bad as I said...
#confessional
#prose
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 9:06am
2nd Feb 2025 9:06am
Best Version
Despite all the turmoil and despair in the world right now, I’m glad I got DU. It’s my comfort zone, where I get to visit my fellow poets/poetesses. When I first got here a lot of the members said, “Welcome to this dysfunctional family.”
I haven’t seen much dysfunction, really. I’ve seen creative people being creative, and supportive of each other. Is there family drama? I would say yes, you can’t put this many creative and talented people together and not have friction from time to time.
I’ve kinda made it a priority of getting to know the writers, behind...
I haven’t seen much dysfunction, really. I’ve seen creative people being creative, and supportive of each other. Is there family drama? I would say yes, you can’t put this many creative and talented people together and not have friction from time to time.
I’ve kinda made it a priority of getting to know the writers, behind...
#confessional
126 reads
20 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 3:02am
2nd Feb 2025 3:02am
journey journal...
these pages mark the passing of my life
the lessons & leanings
what I learn about myself
my sanctuary
where I tattoo all my pain in a flood of ink
in this ever growing volume of me
safe to express
without seeing judgment in...
...or rolling of...
...the witnessing eyes
& I wonder sometimes
what will become of these fragile chapters
my thoughts...my aches...my dreams...
when they're all that's left of me
will they read them & finally comprehend
who I really am
or would it be best...
...to simply...
the lessons & leanings
what I learn about myself
my sanctuary
where I tattoo all my pain in a flood of ink
in this ever growing volume of me
safe to express
without seeing judgment in...
...or rolling of...
...the witnessing eyes
& I wonder sometimes
what will become of these fragile chapters
my thoughts...my aches...my dreams...
when they're all that's left of me
will they read them & finally comprehend
who I really am
or would it be best...
...to simply...
#confessional
#sadness
#WritingPoetry
136 reads
23 Comments
Her
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 12:26pm
1st Feb 2025 12:26pm
All Me
THIS POST IS TO SHOW THAT I’M UNAFRAID
BECAUSE I’M BEING STALKED
I DID’NT WANT TO CONTINUE TO SHARE THIS
I’ve been plagiarized
I’ve had my style copied
If I try something new, it’s copied
(sometimes immediately after I post)
There was a time I wondered if I should be flattered
Then I was angry
Now it means nothing to me
I recognize how threatened people who do those things feel
My avatar is my own so readers know that I’m real
Makeup and naked-faced, I’ve shown both ...
BECAUSE I’M BEING STALKED
I DID’NT WANT TO CONTINUE TO SHARE THIS
I’ve been plagiarized
I’ve had my style copied
If I try something new, it’s copied
(sometimes immediately after I post)
There was a time I wondered if I should be flattered
Then I was angry
Now it means nothing to me
I recognize how threatened people who do those things feel
My avatar is my own so readers know that I’m real
Makeup and naked-faced, I’ve shown both ...
#confessional
#myself
211 reads
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 7:42am
30th Jan 2025 7:42am
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...
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...
#confessional
102 reads
12 Comments
tree1325
tree
tree
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 11:36pm
27th Jan 2025 11:36pm
20 Years
Hey, kiddo.”
I say softly as she walks into view, a warm smile already tugging on my lips. She lifts her head to meet my eyes, tilting it as she observes my face, before suddenly announcing, “You look like Grammy!” I can’t help but chuckle at her response, kneeling down so that we are eye-to-eye. I watch as she takes in my most despised parts, my double chin, thin mouth, and plump cheeks, a mix of curiosity and affection shining in her bright brown eyes.
“I guess so.” I reply quietly, a similar blend of emotions swimming with tears in mine. There are so many things I...
I say softly as she walks into view, a warm smile already tugging on my lips. She lifts her head to meet my eyes, tilting it as she observes my face, before suddenly announcing, “You look like Grammy!” I can’t help but chuckle at her response, kneeling down so that we are eye-to-eye. I watch as she takes in my most despised parts, my double chin, thin mouth, and plump cheeks, a mix of curiosity and affection shining in her bright brown eyes.
“I guess so.” I reply quietly, a similar blend of emotions swimming with tears in mine. There are so many things I...
#childhood
#confessional
#dreams #LifeCycle
#dreams #LifeCycle
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PAR
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 1:30pm
27th Jan 2025 1:30pm
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
76 reads
12 Comments
neves
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 8:20pm
24th Jan 2025 8:20pm
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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