Short Confessions Poems
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bidding her farewell,
mist of unsaid confessions
rail track forever
in legs turned heavy anklets
--stationary prisoner--
A priest hears confessions Q.T.
And grants absolution for free
Just hearing a cop
In a doughnut shop
Scares the "Be-Jesus" out of me!
The bottle pours too fast,
gold-green streaks darkening the wood.
It smells like something honest,
I wipe it clean
before anyone notices.
My mind is overcome
Words I crave
Yet cannot give
Your attention fickle
Mine constant, unyielding
I would give the world
For you to look upon me
I
Do not let your words die inside
That advice makes me a teacher-poet
Don't judge me, we both have the right
To write: death comes before we know it
I am not a paid-up member here
Hence you don't see me everywhere
There is a contest, be it poems or prose
On this site, I find everyday heroes & sheroes
Sanguine souls melted,
In last confessions of death
As flames of crimson,
Draped their souls in lithe petals
Of a black, gold-lined lotus.
I confess I was surprised to make POTD
That may have been at the start
Of this year, rhymes with PLENTY, 20202
No poem, 'twas, encountering abortion, guilty heart
If pray
A burning bush
Twas to appear
I fear
Crocodile tears
May not be enough
To quell
It's flammable design
In time for next pennants
And confessions
There once was a priest who went to jail
He needed more money to make bail
He listened to confessions
To all kinds of transgressions
~ Did it all through pay-pal and email
impassioned sky mumbles tasteless rain
a soaking measly carapace collects muddy remains
weather overbears a confessing cloud.
For Carol Brown's 'Nature comes to life' Contest.
MORNING RUN
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
morning run
wind whispers through leaves
thoughts scatter
cool, crisp air
breath a visible prayer
silent confessions
I
These confessions, what do they mean?
Is she about to retire from the SOUP site?
Maybe she feels he has more rights ... not quite!
Meaning members deserve more benefits ... to write?
My dark deeds
Of shame and filth,
My coward confessions
of cupidity and sin,
My redblooded eyes
Murders of innosense,
Yahweh! to you I cry,
Wash away my stains
Pour some acid rain.
Stop the
waterboarding
of poems. False
confessions fly and
scarred
they hobble out
bleeding yellow, blue, green
all at once -
sometimes poems don't know
what you think they do.
Buys another drink;
Always drinks his whisky neat.
Loosens up his tongue,
Tells the barman, ‘Hey buddy,
‘I’m the ‘girl’ you kissed last night.’
For Natalie's Confessions to a Bartender contest
Often Oppossed to Obsessions
Often have been opposed to obsessions;
And then you must obtain more sessions,
Thought needed,
Never impeded,
Of constant concentration on confessions.
Jim Horn
to love is to
be vulnerable;
no wonder i am
made of steel
to love is to
open the
floodgates;
i am a desert
while you are a
canal
too many metaphors;
not enough confessions
There's no love with a hard heart
There's no forgiveness
Without acknowledgment
So confess out of your soft mind and heart
8/26/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Approaching the lexicon
of what’s still unsaid,
My words beg acceptance
now silent unread
Inside there’s a freedom
once crossing the line,
unspoken confessions
—unfrozen in rhyme
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
CONFESSIONS
invoking
argument
in
expressive
disturbance
of
thoughts
dimly
audible
opening
possibilities
ambiguity
in
origins
tease
&
elude
to
bring
exposed
parallels
of
pleasures
in
primitive
delight
Anticipation
Pending elation
Past impressions
Rogue confessions
Evoke restraint,
Hovering fear
Every time you are near
Newly made perceptions
Silent misconceptions
Inner hesitation
Over wrought sensation
Never-ending elation.
white of the birch winter
the cold seeps into old bones
Lena
stare cold
only to those
who have not met
her heart
Siberian dreams
my white russian melts
in winters wind
confessions I give
red lips
made me sin
the spy within
If it's made out of chocolate
I'll eat a lot of it
You say that's too much?
in my mouth I will shove it
I'll eat anything
that is coated in 'C'
And now I'm so bloated
I fear you'll eat me
Aah!
That fatal slip
tongue's tangled trap
bites back
revealing duplicitous
whispered coos; confessions
of brilliant, enthralling lies
suspected, yet undetected
until,
like a prized peach pit,
her name is slip spit;
intended as that
of mine.