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.
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 10:12am
2nd Apr 2025 10:12am
This is our world now
As I continue to stand and tolerate the treatments of society, I have to be able to decide that my own decisions are not an option, but more of a trust issue with society. For it's true that we have to learn to navigate through, the process of being aware of the many levels of changes happening in the world of today 🌍 For sure we have to learn to understand ourselves first, in making the right decisions on survival in this cold cold world 🌎 For sure we have to learn valuable lessons that will affect us in ways, that we never thought that we had to learn. For example they say...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
52 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 7:03pm
1st Apr 2025 7:03pm
My apologies to you
#confessional
#murder
#wife
50 reads
10 Comments
JohnWilksLincoln
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 6:34pm
1st Apr 2025 6:34pm
Babe? Babe??
#breakup
#confessional
#ghosts
#love
#scary
202 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Bumped 31st Mar 2025 4:50am
22nd Dec 2020 5:00am
22nd Dec 2020 5:00am
Out of the Vortex
It starts somewhere over the horizon, the notion is gathering energy and speed, the
sound of motion is rising from the silence, drawing strength inward along with
. anything it needs. Then it accelerates unexpectedly, with
. . oscillating velocity, twisting and looping divergently, in
. turbulent complex formations with uncontrolled ferocity. There .
) is a collision of unique vibrations, kinetic, frenetic,...
sound of motion is rising from the silence, drawing strength inward along with
. anything it needs. Then it accelerates unexpectedly, with
. . oscillating velocity, twisting and looping divergently, in
. turbulent complex formations with uncontrolled ferocity. There .
) is a collision of unique vibrations, kinetic, frenetic,...
#identity
#confessional
#myself #WritingPoetry
#myself #WritingPoetry
673 reads
14 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 6:38am
29th Mar 2025 6:38am
just another bad night...
some nights sit like a hippo on the chest
slumber disturbed
by hauntings believed to be...laid to rest
as internal screams still echo into heavy darkness
drowning out the thundering of heart
trying to still stuttering breaths
odd how surprising familiar can seem
when the mind is focused on other things
until we relax & let down our guard
& there they are
demons still waiting
hovering in the edges of sight
only peripherally noticed
hence...I sit here scribbling of old issues
when I...
slumber disturbed
by hauntings believed to be...laid to rest
as internal screams still echo into heavy darkness
drowning out the thundering of heart
trying to still stuttering breaths
odd how surprising familiar can seem
when the mind is focused on other things
until we relax & let down our guard
& there they are
demons still waiting
hovering in the edges of sight
only peripherally noticed
hence...I sit here scribbling of old issues
when I...
#confessional
#memories
#nightmares
116 reads
Loki_Undercover
Wannabe-Poet
Wannabe-Poet
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 1:14pm
28th Mar 2025 1:14pm
Desperation
I need you to text me tonight
Wether it’s mean, or heartfelt
In the morning I hope to see your rage
Or your face
Just text me tonight please I beg
Wether it’s mean, or heartfelt
In the morning I hope to see your rage
Or your face
Just text me tonight please I beg
#breakup
#confessional
#conflict #love
#conflict #love
82 reads
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2025 9:31am
22nd Mar 2025 9:31am
Periodic Continuity
Just another series of locks
trapped in this lone paradox
as things begin then end
as every straight line will bend
Folding in upon itself…
it fits perfectly upon the shelf
kept high out of reach
an artifact meant to teach
The fierce futility of our ways
unscripted lines in mimed plays
no one seems to ever choose
despite these rave reviews
So I dip again my pen
try somehow to pretend
there is still a sound reason
behind every single season
Continue on this fraught path
choking on...
trapped in this lone paradox
as things begin then end
as every straight line will bend
Folding in upon itself…
it fits perfectly upon the shelf
kept high out of reach
an artifact meant to teach
The fierce futility of our ways
unscripted lines in mimed plays
no one seems to ever choose
despite these rave reviews
So I dip again my pen
try somehow to pretend
there is still a sound reason
behind every single season
Continue on this fraught path
choking on...
#confessional
26 reads
3 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 3:15pm
21st Mar 2025 3:15pm
Deceive the Mirror
It could not be any clearer
how I must now deceive the mirror
assume another tragic role
even if it must then take its toll
For I have crawled many miles
painted on so many smiles
just to get where I am
using words I dare enjamb
Wanting to only just reveal
a hint at all that I do feel
all that I do still now know
within a perfect poetic flow
Ignoring all of those voices
offering such trivial choices
tried to convince me to stay
on a different path, a different way
...
how I must now deceive the mirror
assume another tragic role
even if it must then take its toll
For I have crawled many miles
painted on so many smiles
just to get where I am
using words I dare enjamb
Wanting to only just reveal
a hint at all that I do feel
all that I do still now know
within a perfect poetic flow
Ignoring all of those voices
offering such trivial choices
tried to convince me to stay
on a different path, a different way
...
#confessional
14 reads
1 Comment
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
20th Mar 2025 7:02pm
20th Mar 2025 7:02pm
desolation road
this house holds secrets
despite its blown out windows
no doors or locks
floorboards that refuse to creak
& a ceiling of brooding sky
but the wind howls through the halls
where memories drift
from wall to crumbling wall
untethered
but not free to depart
dust builds in corners
untouched
where thoughts once swirled
now fallen
listless & forgotten
fingers clutch a trembling match
as flame flickers in anticipation
determination wavers
turn it all to kindling...
or blow...
despite its blown out windows
no doors or locks
floorboards that refuse to creak
& a ceiling of brooding sky
but the wind howls through the halls
where memories drift
from wall to crumbling wall
untethered
but not free to depart
dust builds in corners
untouched
where thoughts once swirled
now fallen
listless & forgotten
fingers clutch a trembling match
as flame flickers in anticipation
determination wavers
turn it all to kindling...
or blow...
#choices
#confessional
#family #sadness
#family #sadness
120 reads
12 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 10:10am
19th Mar 2025 10:10am
Farewell Line
It was always in my design
to then pen this farewell line
this last and final word
meant to echo as it is heard
Carried down through the years
penned with an ink of tears
both salty and sweet...
now that my poetry is complete
Laid out here upon this page
a relic for some future age
when the poems that I write
might last far beyond this night
All of these things I have learned
distant dreams as desires yearned
led me along this brambled path
ever steady towards this aftermath ...
to then pen this farewell line
this last and final word
meant to echo as it is heard
Carried down through the years
penned with an ink of tears
both salty and sweet...
now that my poetry is complete
Laid out here upon this page
a relic for some future age
when the poems that I write
might last far beyond this night
All of these things I have learned
distant dreams as desires yearned
led me along this brambled path
ever steady towards this aftermath ...
#confessional
27 reads
6 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 7:36am
19th Mar 2025 7:36am
Whispers...
I never meant for this silence
I never meant for this distance
A connection I've made awkward
Seems the flow of my existence
And I don't know how to type
Without feeling this pain
Whispers in the wind
With always thinking your name
I'm sorry it got this far
I want to bring it close
Juggling this new life
Like a jester who turned into a ghost
Still always on my mind
Through this chaos that has been life
Still wondering all the time
Thinking of what I could find
Because it isn't the end ...
I never meant for this distance
A connection I've made awkward
Seems the flow of my existence
And I don't know how to type
Without feeling this pain
Whispers in the wind
With always thinking your name
I'm sorry it got this far
I want to bring it close
Juggling this new life
Like a jester who turned into a ghost
Still always on my mind
Through this chaos that has been life
Still wondering all the time
Thinking of what I could find
Because it isn't the end ...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 3:10am
19th Mar 2025 3:10am
obstacle course existence
sometimes I wonder
if my life would be simpler
if I could just think more...linear
I watch others move from A to Z
so effortlessly
they look at a thing
& seem to get it first try
while I study it
turn it over & around
flummoxed
until I just put it down
step back & move along
stuck on the struggle bus
never quite able to debark at the right station
I'm convinced they screwed up my ticket
others got a particular destination
& I got the what-the-fuck chaos pass
going in circles over the same...
if my life would be simpler
if I could just think more...linear
I watch others move from A to Z
so effortlessly
they look at a thing
& seem to get it first try
while I study it
turn it over & around
flummoxed
until I just put it down
step back & move along
stuck on the struggle bus
never quite able to debark at the right station
I'm convinced they screwed up my ticket
others got a particular destination
& I got the what-the-fuck chaos pass
going in circles over the same...
#ADHD
#anxiety
#confessional #PTSD
#confessional #PTSD
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17 Comments
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