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.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 6:56pm
14th Dec 2024 6:56pm
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
78 reads
6 Comments
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Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 4:36pm
14th Dec 2024 4:36pm
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
80 reads
1 Comment
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 4:18pm
14th Dec 2024 4:18pm
Never Give Up Life
I will never give up this new year!
I will veer away from a dreadful society
and trek into the wilderness
for the sake of my self preservation.
What sins and decay society is now!
Embrace the peace of nonjudgmental eyes,
or nonexistent eyes in the wilds.
I don’t care how alone I am I want solitude.
I once wrote the forest has eyes and tongues.
This refers to his the psychosis will follow me.
I accept this, however, no one will witness me
responding to these voices out loud!
I’m 37 now and I am exhausted and...
I will veer away from a dreadful society
and trek into the wilderness
for the sake of my self preservation.
What sins and decay society is now!
Embrace the peace of nonjudgmental eyes,
or nonexistent eyes in the wilds.
I don’t care how alone I am I want solitude.
I once wrote the forest has eyes and tongues.
This refers to his the psychosis will follow me.
I accept this, however, no one will witness me
responding to these voices out loud!
I’m 37 now and I am exhausted and...
#confessional
#LifeChangingMoment
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
55 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 1:06pm
14th Dec 2024 1:06pm
AfterSexDilemma
Captures
the essence of moments
that are often difficult
to articulate,
whether
it's the bittersweet
aftermath of love,
the haunting echoes of past
connections,
or the profound sense
of longing and loss.
This unflinching exploration
of such themes creates
a profound emotional
impact on readers.
the essence of moments
that are often difficult
to articulate,
whether
it's the bittersweet
aftermath of love,
the haunting echoes of past
connections,
or the profound sense
of longing and loss.
This unflinching exploration
of such themes creates
a profound emotional
impact on readers.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
64 reads
13 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 12:48pm
14th Dec 2024 12:48pm
DamianDeadLove
I'm a humble enigma
Mysteries unfold
In whispers of dawn I breathe
Mysteries unfold
In whispers of dawn I breathe
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
71 reads
12 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 7:52pm
13th Dec 2024 7:52pm
keeping Self in check
one of the most difficult...
...& most valuable...
lessons I've had to learn in healing
is not letting my own wounds
become someone else's damage
turning the sharp edge of my pain
...away
because emotional injury...
...is something we cannot undo
& apologies don't mend the ache
the scar will always remain
just as mine exist
so too will theirs
& what if...
mine was one strike too many...
...& most valuable...
lessons I've had to learn in healing
is not letting my own wounds
become someone else's damage
turning the sharp edge of my pain
...away
because emotional injury...
...is something we cannot undo
& apologies don't mend the ache
the scar will always remain
just as mine exist
so too will theirs
& what if...
mine was one strike too many...
#confessional
#healing
#honesty #MentalHealth
#honesty #MentalHealth
106 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 3:34pm
13th Dec 2024 3:34pm
Vision_of_insanity
A mountain is not
what you see
from the air.
A vision is not what
you can see inside
the mountain...
Inside the mountain
a rock heart of
insanity.
Trembling.
what you see
from the air.
A vision is not what
you can see inside
the mountain...
Inside the mountain
a rock heart of
insanity.
Trembling.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
82 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 1:25pm
13th Dec 2024 1:25pm
Characters in my story... TheOralizer
Your hieroglyphic ideographic writing,
minted in gold on bare stone,
It is a spectacle of ancient elegance
and timeless majesty.
Each symbol, meticulously engraved,
shines with a golden light that contrasts
with the austere coldness of stone.
The lines and curves of hieroglyphs
capture an ethereal beauty,
while the precision of art
is a testament to the skill
and dedication required to create such work.
The gold, shining and pure,
gives a feeling of opulence and solemnity,
transforming...
minted in gold on bare stone,
It is a spectacle of ancient elegance
and timeless majesty.
Each symbol, meticulously engraved,
shines with a golden light that contrasts
with the austere coldness of stone.
The lines and curves of hieroglyphs
capture an ethereal beauty,
while the precision of art
is a testament to the skill
and dedication required to create such work.
The gold, shining and pure,
gives a feeling of opulence and solemnity,
transforming...
#confessional
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
53 reads
8 Comments
moon_bather
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 3:11am
12th Dec 2024 3:11am
Espejo
Distracted by
Distraught interactions
with others who don’t understand
nor do they care
nor do I care if
who gives a shit?
Rambling on again and again
to somehow heal
through an idiot’s catharsis
Believing in something
to believe in something
to feel a reason
to keep on believing
that life is worth living
but in the end
all the same bullshit
just painted a different color
Join their party?
Why would I?
Well
of course I...
Distraught interactions
with others who don’t understand
nor do they care
nor do I care if
who gives a shit?
Rambling on again and again
to somehow heal
through an idiot’s catharsis
Believing in something
to believe in something
to feel a reason
to keep on believing
that life is worth living
but in the end
all the same bullshit
just painted a different color
Join their party?
Why would I?
Well
of course I...
#confessional
#FreeVerse
#StreamOfConsciousness
#suffering
#TruthOfLife
69 reads
2 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 1:43am
11th Dec 2024 1:43am
energy better invested elsewhere should be...
I wanted it
badly enough
I was willing to fight for it
I let it go
how can battle hold
what love could not
& throwing myself
relentlessly
against the cliffs of desperation
gains me nothing
what does not come willing
never comes at all
I wanted it
badly
so I let it go
badly enough
I was willing to fight for it
I let it go
how can battle hold
what love could not
& throwing myself
relentlessly
against the cliffs of desperation
gains me nothing
what does not come willing
never comes at all
I wanted it
badly
so I let it go
#confessional
#honesty
#love
120 reads
14 Comments
Koulouri
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 8:29pm
10th Dec 2024 8:29pm
Never Enough Dough
My life feels like
when you have
rolled out the dough
into a thin mat
then as you cut
each small cookie
there isn't enough dough
to fill the last one
but you can't just waste
some fresh dough
so you throw it
in the oven anyway.
And it bakes
into a solid cookie
that cannot be
changed
except maybe with
frosting
you could try and
cover it up
but a corner will
always
be
missing.
when you have
rolled out the dough
into a thin mat
then as you cut
each small cookie
there isn't enough dough
to fill the last one
but you can't just waste
some fresh dough
so you throw it
in the oven anyway.
And it bakes
into a solid cookie
that cannot be
changed
except maybe with
frosting
you could try and
cover it up
but a corner will
always
be
missing.
#confessional
#FeelingLost
#identity #SelfReflection
#identity #SelfReflection
87 reads
0 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 2:37am
9th Dec 2024 2:37am
Checking In
You came by unannounced,
finding my doorway dark.
You knocked, anyway ~
loudly
and repeatedly,
until I had no choice
but to let you in.
You tell me I look tired ~
am I getting enough sleep?
You don’t wait for an answer,
which is just as well;
I don’t have the one you want.
You definitely don’t want to hear
about the nights I’m laying awake
thinking of all the ways there are
to disappear and be forgotten.
Your animated voice
bounces nervously on...
finding my doorway dark.
You knocked, anyway ~
loudly
and repeatedly,
until I had no choice
but to let you in.
You tell me I look tired ~
am I getting enough sleep?
You don’t wait for an answer,
which is just as well;
I don’t have the one you want.
You definitely don’t want to hear
about the nights I’m laying awake
thinking of all the ways there are
to disappear and be forgotten.
Your animated voice
bounces nervously on...
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
108 reads
9 Comments
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