Confession Poems - Poems about Confession

how can heartless conjure magic meant to be bled by a broken heart? A/N: For the Monoku contest Why I Abhor AI Generated Poems....

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Two plus two is four In the book of Leviticus It's hard to ignore Just in reading you begin to explore Those little details that belong to the Lord They say you find Jesus on every page of the bible But little do they mention the names of His rivals It's very important and for our survival That we pay close attention to...

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1. The Scriptures shine, God-breathed and pure, 2. One triune God, eternal and sure. 3. The Father reigns, Creator above, 4. The Son, our Savior, full of grace and love. 5. The Spirit proceeds, giving life and light, 6. Humankind fallen, lost from God’s sight. 7. Salvation is grace,...

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Everyone reads what I write, Except the one it’s meant for. She never do. She never will. And I ask myself, Do these words mean anything, Or are they just a lullaby For a heart that forgot how to sleep? Maybe I write to lie, To pretend silence was a choice, Not a sentence carved into me. I stitched my mouth shut With thread made of shame, The...

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My soul’s confession knows no ordinary penance—nor knows, nor feels, another mind the nebulating sorrows therein maligned—. I doubt my own can judge the cemetery of bygone thoughts, dead dreams, and funerary pathways—twisted in patterns twice entwined through one and another—lurking behind my steeple-belled conscience. On the contrary, sermon is held just out of sight of that sinister scene. By holy spirits...

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I. The Hour of Approach The poem I was writing refused to end— it kept writing me. Blood didn't ink these lines— the ink bled me. Each stanza a hidden-hematoma across the white of nothingness. Somewhere, midnight faltered, and I was no longer alone. II. Visitation: Sylvia Plath Sivvy came barefoot, bees orbiting...

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Whispering my ache to the wind, Hoping it'll carry my love to you. Writing the feelings of a dying heart On the rusty pages, Hoping someday maybe, The wind will carry them too. Thinking of you when the sun rises up to the sky, Eating up the darkness, The same way your thought shines bright, In...

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Carnelian, please, I need my strength; Tell goldstone to be here in lengths And dragon stone will guide me through, With rose quartz here, for loving you. My pyrite guides me to the left. Labradorite leaves my hand, bereft. And though my quartz is tattered and shattered, Tell amethyst that it never mattered. Just let me cry and let me sing-- Just let my...

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Secrets, I have and I confess I am not afraid to reveal myself I tell everything to the universe ...

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I never learned to look at shop windows without searching for the walking shape of your footsteps. The umbrella abandoned beside a rusted bicycle resembles you more than any living body. On the wet pavements, an old woman feeds the pigeons with the same patience you once had for all the things I forgot. Someone plays Bach in an alleyway, and the notes...

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perhaps it's true i admit it i confess it i'm an idealist i want it all i want the best i don't want seconds i'm not talking about what's material i want attention i want affection i want what's true and from the heart i'm an idealist and don't expect or want to ever change AP: 1st place 2025...

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I don't want to recite this poem in front of you... Probably not for the reasons you're thinking, But what do I know of what you're thinking For that matter What do you know of me? Sometimes I think I'm pretty witty with words, But what if you don't think so? I get so tired of trying to make people like me. It's...

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I believe because it makes sense to me, even though I don’t understand. It seems so much more reasonable somehow to be part of a bigger plan. The infinite complexity, the strangest twist of fate Only when I see God underneath, is it something to which I can relate. At times, He seems so far...

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To confess trespass, seeking absolution, Praying for a pardon, revealing hidden iniquities, He kneels in silent vespers With contrite heart and supplication, He acknowledges each sin Upon this revelation, epiphany and intercession, his spirit releases that of impurity to live once again.... Suttle yet expressive a joyous gratitude insue upon a realization of God's loving proof A promise of truth with evidence...

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I have a confession to make. I don't know the first thing about poetry. I don't know about the rules The rhymes The euphony That add to its glory, Its beauty. I don't understand each category That determines where each Beautiful body of voice belongs, Bracketing each expression of speech Into a home. I wonder where this one fits in. Will it be accepted by its kin? Or a...

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