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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This Guy's Indeed In His Happy Place
You
could say
that once I'm
inside my own
apartment, this guy's
indeed in his happy
place for he could do what it
is without having anyone...
including his family... come to
drive him out of his mind whatsoever.
could say
that once I'm
inside my own
apartment, this guy's
indeed in his happy
place for he could do what it
is without having anyone...
including his family... come to
drive him out of his mind whatsoever.
#confessional
#dialogue
#home
#nonfiction
#uplifting
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Miss me?
Miss me?
I miss myself too
I miss myself too
#confessional
#heartbroken
#IMissYou
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“You all look fabulous”
Tis the season for
posed pictures
playing pretend
buying gifts
returned in the end
congenial time spent
while hiding my hand
desired phantom
castles of sand
with inner conflict
i’m mucking through
these yearly traditions
still wishing ‘twas you
in photos of Christmas
would they then be true?
“you all look fabulous!”
Yet, I just miss you…
posed pictures
playing pretend
buying gifts
returned in the end
congenial time spent
while hiding my hand
desired phantom
castles of sand
with inner conflict
i’m mucking through
these yearly traditions
still wishing ‘twas you
in photos of Christmas
would they then be true?
“you all look fabulous!”
Yet, I just miss you…
#confessional
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Collage Art - Not Pretty - What I Do
On purpose
Cut up old paintings
Make collages
This one came out rustic
Added oil pastels
Functional
Not pretty
Life is like that
I’m not pretty anymore
Most parts still working …
Cut up old paintings
Make collages
This one came out rustic
Added oil pastels
Functional
Not pretty
Life is like that
I’m not pretty anymore
Most parts still working …
#art
#confessional
#identity
#PopCulture
#SelfWorth
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Grace
With a wink and a nod
she conjures delight.
Turning dull moments into pure light.
Grace, the jester,
with a heart so sunny,
her world is a playground,
endlessly funny.
she conjures delight.
Turning dull moments into pure light.
Grace, the jester,
with a heart so sunny,
her world is a playground,
endlessly funny.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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fianaturie8
Learning to see
Myself
Seeing myself
in the crystal
mirror
of my eyes
that learn...
Myself undone.
Myself
Seeing myself
in the crystal
mirror
of my eyes
that learn...
Myself undone.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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DanielChristensen
God is not here
God is away
for the holidays
God owns eleven
fingertips
God says....
God is not here
for good.
God is away
for the holidays
God owns eleven
fingertips
God says....
God is not here
for good.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Save Me from Me, O’ Lord
My soul is sick with sin, my mind with unholy fires,
I’m restless through the night, plagued by dark desires.
I wander like a zombie, in daylight’s empty gaze,
Lost in my own thoughts, trapped in past’s dark haze.
My bruised body broken, weighed down by regret,
Though Christ died for me, His price still unmet.
Sin shadows my steps, both day and night,
And I can’t escape the enemy’s blight.
I fear becoming Judas, betrayer of Your grace,
Trading eternal life for silver’s disgrace.
Hanging in despair, with no hope to see,
Not...
I’m restless through the night, plagued by dark desires.
I wander like a zombie, in daylight’s empty gaze,
Lost in my own thoughts, trapped in past’s dark haze.
My bruised body broken, weighed down by regret,
Though Christ died for me, His price still unmet.
Sin shadows my steps, both day and night,
And I can’t escape the enemy’s blight.
I fear becoming Judas, betrayer of Your grace,
Trading eternal life for silver’s disgrace.
Hanging in despair, with no hope to see,
Not...
#confessional
#FeelingLost
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Wafflenose
Soft touches of letters
building words
Lightning bolts
shaping phrases
Restarting
metamorphosis
Never too dark
to have a glimpse
of our shadows...
building words
Lightning bolts
shaping phrases
Restarting
metamorphosis
Never too dark
to have a glimpse
of our shadows...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Anne-Ri999
On wings of gossamer, light and free,
a butterfly dances, wild and carefree.
Yet on its fragile, silken span,
a drop of blood, a crimson plan.
A delicate bead, so stark, so bright,
against the wings, a haunting sight.
In the garden’s hush,
where flowers bloom,
It flutters softly, dispelling gloom.
a butterfly dances, wild and carefree.
Yet on its fragile, silken span,
a drop of blood, a crimson plan.
A delicate bead, so stark, so bright,
against the wings, a haunting sight.
In the garden’s hush,
where flowers bloom,
It flutters softly, dispelling gloom.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Sanity or Insanity
Illusion or reality
Sane or insanity
Demons running through my veins
There's nothing I would ever change
Network damage - Connection Split
Input - Output - Complete Shit
Illusion or reality
Sane or insanity
Harsh stories & poems run through my brain
Inside my body, a madman reigns
It's my reality
It's my illusion
It's my burning pain
Never one for a New Years Resolution
The one thing I'll never refuse to give up
Is to screw with people's minds
Ya know....Fuck shit up!! ...
Sane or insanity
Demons running through my veins
There's nothing I would ever change
Network damage - Connection Split
Input - Output - Complete Shit
Illusion or reality
Sane or insanity
Harsh stories & poems run through my brain
Inside my body, a madman reigns
It's my reality
It's my illusion
It's my burning pain
Never one for a New Years Resolution
The one thing I'll never refuse to give up
Is to screw with people's minds
Ya know....Fuck shit up!! ...
#confessional
#fiction
#LifeAsAWriter
#nonfiction
#TruthOfLife
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Inner Child
I lie in the grass with you,
and you point to the sky like we used to do.
"That cloud looks like a fish," you say,
and I stare at you in quiet amazement.
How could they not love you?
Your beautiful brown hair—
they cut it short all those years,
trying to shape you, contain you.
You smile, crooked teeth glinting, so cheesy,
and I remember: we were happiest
when we ran away,
just you and I, lost in our thoughts.
I stare back at the sky and point.
"And that," I murmur.
It makes you giggle. ...
and you point to the sky like we used to do.
"That cloud looks like a fish," you say,
and I stare at you in quiet amazement.
How could they not love you?
Your beautiful brown hair—
they cut it short all those years,
trying to shape you, contain you.
You smile, crooked teeth glinting, so cheesy,
and I remember: we were happiest
when we ran away,
just you and I, lost in our thoughts.
I stare back at the sky and point.
"And that," I murmur.
It makes you giggle. ...
#confessional
#love
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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