Confiding Poems - Poems about Confiding

Charlotte was confiding her secrets to the teeniest tiniest toads. they sat and listened with interest. None of her stories was old. their silence and lack of suggestions was more important than gold. Charlotte loved sitting by the pond and sharing with her sweet tiny toads....

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Confiding her deepest secrets in the crescent moon Is an elderly witch, who does not flinch or swoon. She is dressed in white, looking like an angel fair. There is a touch of magic in the cool night air. The moon feels honored, so he listens carefully. He is thrilled that she includes him in “blessed be”. Witches are not bad,...

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Puffy fat potato heads, skinny stockings sewn, bunched and hunched in bedrooms where they’re scattered, scrapped, or thrown. Clara, Dolly, Elmo, Sally, three wise sisters, Mr. mittens; shoes and bags, skins in rags, scars from dog-teeth bitten. Clothing torn, striped or plaid, missing parts they never had, history’s pages on their faces; looking forlorn, sad. Children’s memories locked inside, forever silent...

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Today was a good day And that takes a lot for me to say You're different but You'll never admit it So I say it aloud in your stead What is happening in you head I have not a clue But I have seen you be happy If only for a few Moments fleeting past As solid as the rain Hoping for them to last...

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There comes a moment When I need to chat So I would confide With a close friend Telling in writing All of my news As I jot my words The pen would not stop Until all my news Is all written down...

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Often I've been accused of being too righteous and wise; a zealot putting all his efforts in an unquestionable faith, and my trust is never weakened by a delayed promise. Others have gone from this earthly place, to rest in unattended graves; I've been derided by their indignant, loud laughter, and you think I would have been intimitated by their...

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