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
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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1 Comment
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
207 reads
16 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
214 reads
23 Comments
NP_NP
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
109 reads
1 Comment
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
184 reads
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 2:41am
23rd Dec 2024 2:41am
Result Of Last Night's Party
#alcohol
#confessional
#dialogue
#fiction
#sex
133 reads
2 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 6:00pm
19th Dec 2024 6:00pm
devil's 2 step
would you walk willingly
right back into the devil's embrace
knowing intimately...what awaits
allow yourself to be held...again
locked in his acidic chains
feel the familiar slice
of dagger breath across your neck
still healing from the last tango
from which you barely escaped
would you...
could you let yourself be led
...eyes wide open...
into the darkest corner
of his deepest dungeon
because hell hides nothing
once you know...you will always know
& the curl of his jagged claws
as they sink...
right back into the devil's embrace
knowing intimately...what awaits
allow yourself to be held...again
locked in his acidic chains
feel the familiar slice
of dagger breath across your neck
still healing from the last tango
from which you barely escaped
would you...
could you let yourself be led
...eyes wide open...
into the darkest corner
of his deepest dungeon
because hell hides nothing
once you know...you will always know
& the curl of his jagged claws
as they sink...
#choices
#confessional
#secrets #TruthOfLife
#secrets #TruthOfLife
149 reads
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 2:13am
19th Dec 2024 2:13am
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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0 Comments
Her
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 9:38am
18th Dec 2024 9:38am
Hoping Quietness Produces Greatness
Journal Entry
December 17, 2024
I don’t rush to the phone anymore when I hear a text coming through, I barely stop what I’m doing. And it’s not because Suzette said I had to have boundaries with myself and not rush to answer texts like I used to, it’s because the texts are usually meaningless. Not so long ago, when I was so desperate for company that any form of communication from any source would make me feel connected to the world, I would I grab my phone in a millisecond when I heard that tweet. I carried my phone on my person like it was an appendage. It was almost like...
December 17, 2024
I don’t rush to the phone anymore when I hear a text coming through, I barely stop what I’m doing. And it’s not because Suzette said I had to have boundaries with myself and not rush to answer texts like I used to, it’s because the texts are usually meaningless. Not so long ago, when I was so desperate for company that any form of communication from any source would make me feel connected to the world, I would I grab my phone in a millisecond when I heard that tweet. I carried my phone on my person like it was an appendage. It was almost like...
#confessional
#narrative
#nonfiction
#PTSD
#relationships
104 reads
9 Comments
poetOftragedy
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 00:21am
18th Dec 2024 00:21am
Miss me?
Miss me?
I miss myself too
I miss myself too
#confessional
#heartbroken
#IMissYou
74 reads
4 Comments
Her
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 5:29pm
16th Dec 2024 5:29pm
A Rolling Stone Gathers Moss and All Kinds of Shit
Journal Entry
December 15, 2024
11:27am
He’s been asking me all morning if I’m alright, the concern in his voice rippling over me like a warm bath, but this sadness won’t ease. I’ve been fighting with myself for months. I’m tired. I had a mini breakdown last night when I accidentally hit the cut tab instead of the copy tab and lost everything I had been working on all day. My writing was unrecoverable. I had already hit another key. Everything was gone, all of it. Hours of processing what took place the last four years and possibly before. Not all of it, but the most...
December 15, 2024
11:27am
He’s been asking me all morning if I’m alright, the concern in his voice rippling over me like a warm bath, but this sadness won’t ease. I’ve been fighting with myself for months. I’m tired. I had a mini breakdown last night when I accidentally hit the cut tab instead of the copy tab and lost everything I had been working on all day. My writing was unrecoverable. I had already hit another key. Everything was gone, all of it. Hours of processing what took place the last four years and possibly before. Not all of it, but the most...
#confessional
#nonfiction
#PTSD #relationships
#PTSD #relationships
108 reads
8 Comments
rubyredheart
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 2:43pm
16th Dec 2024 2:43pm
“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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