Best Confessional Poems

"Hail Mary full of grace"
These words you demand of me
as I sit here in this dark box
confessing 
crying
talking to your shadow
Eyes that never meet
I am untouched by your hand

You say in this place 
my secrets are safe
and me I wish to be set free
yet there...

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"Hail Mary full of grace"
These words you demand of me
I sit in this dark box
Confessing 
Crying
Talking to a shadow
Eyes that never meet
Untouched by your hand

You say my secrets are safe
I wish to be set free
Yet there is no relief
This is a cold place
A box
The walls...

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Many a pretty woman - and not so pretty woman 
has wanted to "tie the knot"
Fool that I am I never did - I avoided the "tender trap" 
However - and this is very important
I have taken up the craft of poetry 
Which as you...

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Raw conscience brought me to my knees,
no strength left to defy my shame.
Soul manacled, bereft of keys,
pure guilt by any other name.

To gain my life bought by his loss
raw conscience brought me to my knees.
I face torn sinews on the cross
for by this death mankind...

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I'm the son of all that's been
Drinking deep of my sin
Of premarital and of lies I've told
And responsibilities I hold

Scattered them all in the breeze
It barely even bothered me
I thought I was king, I knew everything
Thought the world was just a jewel on my ring

But...

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Behind that screen you are waiting to hear
“My dear, please confess. Why do you fear?”
My body burning and my soul bound for hell
“Do hear me now, my confession’s a spell.”

“I confess, I love you more than I should
I confess, near you... I cannot be good
I...

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Confessor bare your soul to me
Unburden with alacrity
I see your sorrow does ensnare
My calling is to help and care

I make no gain, there is no fee
Confessor bare your soul to me
As you lie prostrate on the floor
A maelstrom storm beats at your door

Face yourself to...

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They say our youth is fulminantly dysfunctional yet we thrive and celebrate as one
The air teaming with spontaneous, burgeoning laughter;
A sign of uncompromising resolve to be unique yet together as we drink.
Perplexed, they ask, what is it that we are all after?

Is it the mutual...

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Colorless Confessional


It was as if time had resisted capture
hid its most precious commodities
averted its eyes lest you see into its soul
withheld all but the extremes of color

Everything became a negative reflection
black on white, white on black
variations of both accounting for contrast
allowing the moment to be...

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time seems sometimes to stand so still
and seems to have raced by while I was spending it
I now have a rather large and growing collection
of un fulfilled dreams
I tell myself it's a minor scheduling problem
I can't believe it       ...

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My heart is beating from me
My brain's betraying me tonight
Images constantly flowing
I'll be hating you til the morning light

I'll waste tonight thinking of you
And him committing your sins

Tomorrow will be a brand new day

Two years ago, we met
Together under a selfish bet
"He doesn't love you,...

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A world now standing still
In awe of what was killed
Frozen in the wake
Of every lost mistake

Nowhere to begin
For every broken thing
Silence strangles thought
In shock of what I caught

A darkness shining through
Replaying every truth
Alone beyond repair
Repayments I can’t spare

And all in my defence
I proclaim innocence
Perhaps there...

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Through shadowed trails beneath the moon’s cold stare.
     Its Amber gaze: a burden hard to bear.
This feathered prize found peace in my gut
     No slumber dreamt; no answer could I get.

Eurasian owl with orbs of liquid flame
...

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I emerged / born with a silver pen in hand
…and a tempest raging within.
Words writhe, a serpent's coil
…tightening their grip
A soul adrift in a sea of 
…self-made iniquity.

I buried my daddy 
…in the black shoe
…by the Yew tree
Yes, I, the beekeeper’s daughter
…bearing the weight of...

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The Handwriting of the Marionette
David J Walker

The confessional was 
Paper-thin cursive in ink
A life of sin laid out in as few lines
As were memorable in a
Second person narrative 

The ventriloquist's voice opened 
The service with a far-off prayer
In another language of tongues
Which only the faithful...

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