Short Confessional Poems
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He slapped her and her head whipped sideways.
The door slams shut after the confessional and before the pearly gates.
Here lies (but I must tell the truth)
A Stag Party Dancer named Ruth
A natural wonder
Who caused priests to blunder
Inside the confessional booth
Is the truth even electable
redemption now a sin
The confessional a voting booth
—where liars dwell within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Kneeling
in a confessional
of words
forgiveness wouldn’t come
Absolution
undefined
where beats
— the silent drum
(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)
Is the truth even electable,
redemption now a sin
The confessional a voting booth
—where liars dwell within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Potatoes
Tomatoes
Soup
Coup
Chille
Killin
Meals
Deals
Meatloaf
Comatose
Vegetables
Confessional
Beef stew
Wild brew
Cornbread
Nuff said????
05/28/18
Trump An Intellectual
Trump thinks that he is an intelectual;
After we consulted with a confessional;
Not only repugnant,
Was also redundant,
And found to be absurd and ineffectual.
Jim Horn
I folded into the dark wooden foyer
that reminded me of the church confessional when I was a boy
the images that got conjured up in there
the smell of burning incense
I lit a match then
I passed out then
a confessional
age
in the culture
of
narcissism
sub-conscious
& disguised
ubiquitous
sits
the selfie-soul
overshadowed
by
obsession
in the
making
a mirror
myth
for
others
to
see
CONFESSIONAL
I confess to an addiction
If I’m honest, no it’s two
On the scale of dire affliction
They don’t count for much ado
So I’ll say it, take the risk
While confessional I’m tackling
It is salt and vinegar crisps
With a large side of pork crackling
During sex he admitted
it was his pleasure to exclaim/shower
much indecent language all over her,
which made the act so much sweeter.
The priest in the confessional booth
understood, crossed himself,
and nodded in agreement.
God has a language for
authentic prayers.
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 yet
It saves time
worrying how much is left
I used to let the
demon of me
back me into corners—
deafening confessional sobs
with looming lies—
I used to let delusions
foreshadow my fate—
fear-driven claws
take
take
take.
Now I reshape my devil—
I bewitch horror
into lanterns
of fire made
from its very
teeth.
4.13.26
Father, forgive me for I have sinned...
I confess it all, repenting complete
penance handed down from a curtained confessional
kneeling, I beg for Your forgiveness
vowing to tread a righteous path
knowing in my heart, as I depart
I will still wrong others
that Satan always comes creeping back
and tonight, I will sin again
Holding the ladder
I was hungry
looking at the waiting dawn.
Raw landscape:
narcissism
forages the belly.
Picking up the figs
from passion flowers.
Is that right ?
Can you sow the seeds
on a cloud ?
Unclothed words ?
Stealthily
a guerilla smashes
a summary of centre.
A falconer
releases a prey
to feed an anarchy.
Satish Verma
When you
step up to
the mike
How much should
you reveal?
How long should you
let the light shine on you?
Some tell all - confessional poetry
(I have heard) offers
a good soul
purging
even as dawn
approaches
we feel like
we should open
up!
But
How much to tell?
How much to ?
How much!!!!
Opportunity presented itself
I closed my eyes
Learning seemed hard
I closed my eyes
I pushed open a door to my new start
I closed my eyes
Nothing worked out
I closed my eyes
Facing my reality
I closed my eyes
Losing the worth for which I strived
Every waking moment my heart cried
However hard I tried
I couldn't close my eyes.
Yes its now confirmed
By the shaking hands
And sweat covered brow
I'm addicted
Cant get my fix
I've tried and tried
I'm almost going out of my mind
I'm addicted
Don't know if there is rehab
Or any help groups
Cant tell my friends
I'm addicted
So hurry up and comment
Get your act together
I cant cope when you don't read
I'm addicted.
i've come to meet the wolves
the ones who dream beneath the pines
not to beg or steal or borrow
but to seek peace of mind
to offer them this skin i'm in
the one i wear so thin
(i almost forget it's mine)
let them judge me by the tremble in my hands
not the stories i've sold
and if i be damned, then let me be damned
and not the mask i hold
For every candle that I lit with care
Ten Hail Mary's were whispered in prayer
For each confession I was told to amend
I said all my Hail Mary's ending in Amen
If I was in the confessional without a sin
I would say honestly what a good boy I had been
Then I would still go light another candle and pray
The next time my dad came home, that he would stay
I wear a mask daily
the one I put on in the morning
with the rising sun
and I am the rising sun
full of positive energy
the bright white side
of the yin and yang
the calm water of a river
during fair weather
while deep down I hide
a heart bursting
with the potential for drama
most of which is no comedy
a brooding moon in a starless sky
the black part of the yin and yang
perfectly capable of tragedy
Somewhere in the ocean lies the deepest secrets that many hide.
With each wave you can hear...
The song of each confessional tale.
The tide comes in to bring about...
The untold stories it carries around.
Leaving behind an empty slate for more to come and feed it's fate.
Somewhere in the ocean lies the untold story from many minds.
If you listen closely you may hear...
The untold stories the ocean shares.
Penance
A thousand souls queue
outside his confessional while
he scans the cards of sins.
How many
Hail Marys, Our Fathers,
rosaries will be
dealt today?
Wisely dispensed devotions
from behind the brown curtain,
the shadow grid,
will part God’s pearly gates
for a penitent multitude.
I’m at the back of the line
and worry I’ll not make it
to the booth in time.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
April 21, 2012
extravagant
stunning
& superb
full-blown
uplifting
confessional
creations
spell-binding
prominent
possibilities
stitched-together
evoking
ego
in a
mood
attracting
grandoise
outgoing
encounters
crucial
&
audacious
perspectives
co-inciding
complex
intimate
camaraderie
beyond
the understanding
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 know out there in the darkness
can lift you up into the stratosphere - if you let it
So, poetic brothers and sisters
Dry your tears, you will all too soon be in a place where love and hate do not exist
Peace Peace Peace