Confessional Poems - Poems about Confessional

...Oh Tennessee, bard divine, what gems you've given, Of truth and pain from your wrecked life riven. Though critics scorned, your genius shone In shabby rooms where oft alone, You typed amid ......Read More

... "The Value of Reading" messages impressed upon the secret keepers. when is late too late? to divulge the truth? "I know this is a shock" arrives far too late when it......Read More

...The poems Like stars, appear the more you stare When you let your eyes adjust Don't try too hard Lower your expectations Don't get distracted by bats or planes I feel unpoetic Breathing in t......Read More

...O, for a bite of chocolate a tiny lick of fudge Alas, it is impossible her nutritionist will not budge If she were a highly paid professional she could bribe the priest at conf......Read More

...I carve little pieces of my heart Put them on display Hoping I suppose for what? Validation of self Acceptable despite the obscenity Of my repeated requests for attention These pieces so crud......Read More

...\Written By: D. Collins 7/26/23 I'm going to tell all you people about a person I know. A woman down for whatever way the party flows. Sporting a beautiful smile, while fully locked and loade......Read More

...As a confessional portrait poet I see myself through my own lens Getting really into 'if I feel it, show it' Risk appearing a right misery to poet friends If I carefully conducted a survey Ign......Read More

...Driving to nowhere this dashboard, my confessional My actions are my own doing, always discretional Finding clairvoyance in love, most days are exceptional Honest forthright, there is no reason to......Read More

...Quiet attraction your overwhelming elegance all I could do was sit there blushing could you tell? No chance in moving just to re-think the wanting of being elsewhere I needed one more look be......Read More

...When I join myself in prayer all the survivors; all those still able to bear witness regarding my twisted way through the moments and decades come together in the nothing flat all eager to tell t......Read More

...It was raining when I met her. A sure sign. I ignored it. Many a love story started in the rain. We headed into the restaurant. She throttled her brolly, drenching me in the process. I ignored ......Read More

...“the fate of winter moths” sitting on the stoop, concrete sodden with the chill of late winter. the air acquires a coolness like your first breath after confessional. the Christmas light......Read More

...another Bukowski nightmare begins the castrato sings below while she calls from the minaret fossicking thru the memories for our linked verse while i, sitting beneath the coolabah river on the......Read More

...Chelsea’s fantasy was to get raped Buddy only felt sane when he was at war Joe knew at some point he would get caught Mary was whiter than the driven snow Chelsea’s fantasy was getting st......Read More

...I could be quicker to apologize and more deeply reconsider healthy and safe restitution restoration restoring right relationship restorying win/win potential resolutions To become more integ......Read More