Popular Confessional Poems
#confessional
Popular confessional poems. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
I got baggage...
don't even pretend you don't
I'm not buying it
so don't try to go there
you know you do
it's not even a question
but this is...
how compatible is it with mine
is your dominant strong enough
...to counter my submissive
your structure firm enough
...to withstand my chaos
are you bold enough
...to encourage my timidity
is your patience up to the task
...of calming my uncertainty
do our interests coincide
we're not meant to be duplicates
but can we share
& enjoy each other's minds ...
I'm not buying it
so don't try to go there
you know you do
it's not even a question
but this is...
how compatible is it with mine
is your dominant strong enough
...to counter my submissive
your structure firm enough
...to withstand my chaos
are you bold enough
...to encourage my timidity
is your patience up to the task
...of calming my uncertainty
do our interests coincide
we're not meant to be duplicates
but can we share
& enjoy each other's minds ...
#confessional
#relationships
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22 Comments
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
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6 Comments
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
if you look hard enough...
you spend your whole life with someone
think you know them
but what percentage of your belief is real
& how much...illusion
created perhaps...
by the damage unintentionally inflicted
& it's the only remaining thing still coloring your view
all because...they hurt you
& now it's all you're willing to remember
it was a hard lesson...for sure
seeing from her side of reality
that kinda vision is painful
coming to terms with my own bias
my own fallible humanity
my mother was buttoned down so tight ...
think you know them
but what percentage of your belief is real
& how much...illusion
created perhaps...
by the damage unintentionally inflicted
& it's the only remaining thing still coloring your view
all because...they hurt you
& now it's all you're willing to remember
it was a hard lesson...for sure
seeing from her side of reality
that kinda vision is painful
coming to terms with my own bias
my own fallible humanity
my mother was buttoned down so tight ...
#confessional
#healing
#learning #mother
#learning #mother
156 reads
16 Comments
Vegan to her is Ketchup
Perfection sucks
Give me ripped pantyhose
A button missing
Slutty in places of worship
My women curse a lot
Have ink on their hands
Dime store nail polish
Bad attitude
Vegan to her is ketchup
Health is codeine cough syrup
Blow jobs are her currency
Black leather jacket ripped at the elbow
Give me ripped pantyhose
A button missing
Slutty in places of worship
My women curse a lot
Have ink on their hands
Dime store nail polish
Bad attitude
Vegan to her is ketchup
Health is codeine cough syrup
Blow jobs are her currency
Black leather jacket ripped at the elbow
#CharlesBukowski
#confessional
#identity
#money
#porn
97 reads
21 Comments
mirror of hidden reflections
hardest lesson I've had to learn
is the distance between a mistake
& growth
is owning it
most especially to one's self
even with nothing obvious to be gained
there are things far more important
than pride
& being right
because sometimes right is subjective
& the cost beyond reckoning
leaving chasms in the spirit
where honesty once resided
I don't fear being wrong
it's a frequent occurrence
but causing another harm...
it terrifies me
so I'm always watching
honing my inward eye ...
is the distance between a mistake
& growth
is owning it
most especially to one's self
even with nothing obvious to be gained
there are things far more important
than pride
& being right
because sometimes right is subjective
& the cost beyond reckoning
leaving chasms in the spirit
where honesty once resided
I don't fear being wrong
it's a frequent occurrence
but causing another harm...
it terrifies me
so I'm always watching
honing my inward eye ...
#confessional
#ImSorry
#learning
113 reads
12 Comments
Home
the walls
cradling my screams
as revelations ripped through me
teaching me...
to be stronger...if not better
amplifying laughter
that I might better hear it
through the anguish of haunting memory
a silent reminder...
there will be light
all the brighter
...having survived the night
the pillow
where I whispered of love
{& lust}
in equal measure
saturated
with the sweat of passion's endeavors
stained
by the tears of hopes that walked away
leaving me desolate
clutched to my...
cradling my screams
as revelations ripped through me
teaching me...
to be stronger...if not better
amplifying laughter
that I might better hear it
through the anguish of haunting memory
a silent reminder...
there will be light
all the brighter
...having survived the night
the pillow
where I whispered of love
{& lust}
in equal measure
saturated
with the sweat of passion's endeavors
stained
by the tears of hopes that walked away
leaving me desolate
clutched to my...
#confessional
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#gratitude
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13 Comments
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
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12 Comments
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
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3 Comments
Asking for Forgiveness
In a fit of rage and lust
I sped away without looking in the rearview mirror
I left everything to chance amidst the dust
Until it settled down and I was able to see clearer
I was an angry young man
Not paying attention to the curves on the road
Through red lights flashing skidding and crashing
I went over the edge watching the vessel explode
Then came a physical pain
Something that I thought of as karma or punishment
Making me reflect in the way I had been and behaved
Like some mystical lesson for whatever that ..ish meant ...
I sped away without looking in the rearview mirror
I left everything to chance amidst the dust
Until it settled down and I was able to see clearer
I was an angry young man
Not paying attention to the curves on the road
Through red lights flashing skidding and crashing
I went over the edge watching the vessel explode
Then came a physical pain
Something that I thought of as karma or punishment
Making me reflect in the way I had been and behaved
Like some mystical lesson for whatever that ..ish meant ...
#confessional
#forgiveness
#myself
#redemption
#SelfReflection
138 reads
6 Comments
Around the Edges...
It is where I love to stay
where I love to always play
here at the edge of the page
crafting lines fine and sage
Taking my sweet old time
within the realm of pure rhyme
letting the words just flow
call forth all that I still know
For the parchment will not lie
no matter how hard I true
this truth must have its say
in darkest night or brightest day
Within words that I are complete
these verses again do repeat
echo deep for all to hear
for this most intrepid seer
One who now understands ...
where I love to always play
here at the edge of the page
crafting lines fine and sage
Taking my sweet old time
within the realm of pure rhyme
letting the words just flow
call forth all that I still know
For the parchment will not lie
no matter how hard I true
this truth must have its say
in darkest night or brightest day
Within words that I are complete
these verses again do repeat
echo deep for all to hear
for this most intrepid seer
One who now understands ...
#confessional
10 reads
4 Comments
My apologies to you

#confessional
#murder
#wife
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10 Comments
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