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.
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
133 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
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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
127 reads
9 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 00:29am
5th Dec 2024 00:29am
it's not my fault you're flammable
He says he loves me
like I'm awe inspiring
and some days the way
he looks at me
makes me want to punch myself
because I don't know how to accept
that level of adoration
and I'm sure I don't deserve it
I'm the instigator of all fights
I have a fire inside me that
once it's done burning me
it will light up anyone
unlucky enough to stand too close
maybe that's what it means
to be unlucky in love
not to be without love
but to love something that burns
Some days I wonder
if I...
like I'm awe inspiring
and some days the way
he looks at me
makes me want to punch myself
because I don't know how to accept
that level of adoration
and I'm sure I don't deserve it
I'm the instigator of all fights
I have a fire inside me that
once it's done burning me
it will light up anyone
unlucky enough to stand too close
maybe that's what it means
to be unlucky in love
not to be without love
but to love something that burns
Some days I wonder
if I...
#confessional
#conflict
#love #lover
#love #lover
130 reads
2 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 2:47pm
3rd Dec 2024 2:47pm
if I can just hold the thought...
my mind has a nasty habit
hassling me
backing me into a corner
taunting
that one small word
guaranteed to see me spiral
...why...
as if there ever was an honest answer
can't be...you know
it's too subjective...ever changing
meant to drive me crazy
right now though...
...I'm not having it
flipping the tables
maybe it isn't that I was too much
...but they weren't enough
couldn't match my incredible frequency
maybe it isn't that I was too little ...
hassling me
backing me into a corner
taunting
that one small word
guaranteed to see me spiral
...why...
as if there ever was an honest answer
can't be...you know
it's too subjective...ever changing
meant to drive me crazy
right now though...
...I'm not having it
flipping the tables
maybe it isn't that I was too much
...but they weren't enough
couldn't match my incredible frequency
maybe it isn't that I was too little ...
#confessional
#SelfWorth
#strength
142 reads
10 Comments
sommerthe1st
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 2:01am
3rd Dec 2024 2:01am
Writing scares me.
Writing scares me.
It gives me shivers,
Typing, thinking of what to say.
Trying to that aching feeling in my chest,
To say it in a way that means something.
Meaning more than a first draft,
As much as something's weight in blood,
Worth more than sweat and tears.
A photographic capture,
A possession of myself,
Working to fulfill this
Outpour of a blurb.
Typed and read,
Submitted and forgotten.
Writing scares me,
Because what if I've gotten it all wrong.
It gives me shivers,
Typing, thinking of what to say.
Trying to that aching feeling in my chest,
To say it in a way that means something.
Meaning more than a first draft,
As much as something's weight in blood,
Worth more than sweat and tears.
A photographic capture,
A possession of myself,
Working to fulfill this
Outpour of a blurb.
Typed and read,
Submitted and forgotten.
Writing scares me,
Because what if I've gotten it all wrong.
#anxiety
#confessional
#confusion #honesty
#confusion #honesty
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1 Comment
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 00:04am
3rd Dec 2024 00:04am
My only wish
..
And if my life should end tomorrow
and I sink into dust and dirt,
My only wish is that you'd know
I never meant to make you hurt.
If I could make the time go backwards
If granting wishes was my skill,
I'd put together what has fractured
and we'd laugh together still.
.
And if my life should end tomorrow
and I sink into dust and dirt,
My only wish is that you'd know
I never meant to make you hurt.
If I could make the time go backwards
If granting wishes was my skill,
I'd put together what has fractured
and we'd laugh together still.
.
#confessional
#forgiveness
#love #regret
#love #regret
166 reads
14 Comments
xthan
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 4:34pm
2nd Dec 2024 4:34pm
Silk
I avoid common
pleasantries we end
up falling merciless
at the knees to
as I imagine
you get asked
these questions
quite often,
so we discuss the mentees who
still ring you occasionally, eagerly
filling you in about what's happening
because the powdered wig remains
your life long companion,
how one got their first win recently
and couldn't believe it until they
returned to chambers, you show
me silk scarves your sister gifted
last month as she accompanied
you to your...
pleasantries we end
up falling merciless
at the knees to
as I imagine
you get asked
these questions
quite often,
so we discuss the mentees who
still ring you occasionally, eagerly
filling you in about what's happening
because the powdered wig remains
your life long companion,
how one got their first win recently
and couldn't believe it until they
returned to chambers, you show
me silk scarves your sister gifted
last month as she accompanied
you to your...
#confessional
#humankind
#LifeCycle #TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle #TruthOfLife
104 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 2:20pm
2nd Dec 2024 2:20pm
Affirmations
Dreams fill your nights with all secrets you hide.
The ghosts that wander through your mind.
Whispers of your past you hear in the dark.
People that touched deepest corners of your heart.
A place where you let your thoughts roam free.
Scars you carry that no one else can see.
Things you loved so fiercely it left you in ruins.
Songs you sing when the world is not in tune.
Fears keep you awake when the night is still.
No moments of joy make your heart truly thrill.
Someone you ever felt a connection so profound. ...
The ghosts that wander through your mind.
Whispers of your past you hear in the dark.
People that touched deepest corners of your heart.
A place where you let your thoughts roam free.
Scars you carry that no one else can see.
Things you loved so fiercely it left you in ruins.
Songs you sing when the world is not in tune.
Fears keep you awake when the night is still.
No moments of joy make your heart truly thrill.
Someone you ever felt a connection so profound. ...
#confessional
#humankind
#identity
#myself
#patience
94 reads
6 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 1:49am
2nd Dec 2024 1:49am
Reincarnation
Am I losing my mind, or finding something hidden?
Ideas swarm restless, screaming—
Read this, understand that,
Find the plan before time guts me like a clockwork beast.
It’s not hell I fear.
It’s the nothing.
The dead air, the black screen,
Memories pounding my skull like fists, three minutes before the credits roll.
Game over!
No encore!
But maybe it’s worse—
Maybe I come back.
Again.
To this.
This SHITSHOW of a planet
Where hope gets bought and sold,
Where dreams die quietly in cubicles,
And...
Ideas swarm restless, screaming—
Read this, understand that,
Find the plan before time guts me like a clockwork beast.
It’s not hell I fear.
It’s the nothing.
The dead air, the black screen,
Memories pounding my skull like fists, three minutes before the credits roll.
Game over!
No encore!
But maybe it’s worse—
Maybe I come back.
Again.
To this.
This SHITSHOW of a planet
Where hope gets bought and sold,
Where dreams die quietly in cubicles,
And...
#confessional
#identity
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
#wisdom
155 reads
4 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 1:41am
30th Nov 2024 1:41am
... Table for One - Rebirth and Redux
I went into the restaurant
Requested a booth for one
I'll be here for awhile I said
Flipped the owner a $20
He set me up with a great table
My afternoon began with this write
Even in good company
The best days are a float
Weaving in and out of people traffic
I need dialog and can be open
Yet writing verse is my voice
Somber and reflective at twilight
Quiet and ominous at dusk
Keep the chemicals away from me
I've danced and twisted fate
Piecing myself back together again
Going it alone ...
Requested a booth for one
I'll be here for awhile I said
Flipped the owner a $20
He set me up with a great table
My afternoon began with this write
Even in good company
The best days are a float
Weaving in and out of people traffic
I need dialog and can be open
Yet writing verse is my voice
Somber and reflective at twilight
Quiet and ominous at dusk
Keep the chemicals away from me
I've danced and twisted fate
Piecing myself back together again
Going it alone ...
#confessional
#fate
#karma
#loneliness
#WritingPoetry
131 reads
22 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 2:06pm
28th Nov 2024 2:06pm
Lantern and Flame
From pulpits built on brittle lies,
their words crumble like ash,
filling the skies with emptiness.
The sacred chains that once held the meek
shatter beneath the roar of voices.
A fire smolders in mortal hearts,
its embers feeding where fear once ruled.
No idols rise, no gods remain;
the soul ascends,
carving its truth from the void.
Earth takes back its kin,
unashamed of desire, unafraid of sin.
A lantern sways in the darkness,
its flame trembling,
revealing what prophets hid.
No pearled...
their words crumble like ash,
filling the skies with emptiness.
The sacred chains that once held the meek
shatter beneath the roar of voices.
A fire smolders in mortal hearts,
its embers feeding where fear once ruled.
No idols rise, no gods remain;
the soul ascends,
carving its truth from the void.
Earth takes back its kin,
unashamed of desire, unafraid of sin.
A lantern sways in the darkness,
its flame trembling,
revealing what prophets hid.
No pearled...
#confessional
#faith
29 reads
0 Comments
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