Confessionalpoetry Stories

A collection of poems based on heartbreak and healing.

A heart that has loved, lost, broken, healed - and still hopes. This is a collection of words I once hid inside my chest. Poems about love, ache, longing, healing, and everything in-between. If you feel too deeply, welcome home. 💌

Fresh, confessional, and thoughtful poems. 《{We all want something new But only if that new something turns out better Than what we know now.}》 Please feel free to interact with me --- poets have to stick together.

Almost Human is a collection of poems about survival, softness, and the quiet and necessary distance that comes after harm. Moving through images of war rooms and infirmaries, candlelight and starlight, imitation and restraint, these poems touch on what it means to remain human in the presence of those who perhaps never were. This is not a book about revenge or resolution, but about observation, integration, and learning how to stop offering light to things that only know how to consume it. For readers who have loved deeply, waited too long, survived quietly, and learned that healing does not always arrive loudly; Almost Human is a record of what remains.

In this raw and emotional poem, the narrator is consumed by an insatiable desire for fame and validation, yearning to be adored and worshipped by millions. Driven by a hollow emotional void, they navigate the feelings of craving love while struggling with self-doubt and inadequacy. They long for love and devotion, yet in receiving it, they worship the ones who give it. Each verse reveals a journey from confidence to introspection, where the pursuit of fame becomes both a form of self-expression and a desperate attempt to fill the emptiness within. With sensual undertones and a reflective tone, Famous explores the complexity of desire, the search for connection, and the vulnerability hidden beneath a facade of bravado.

looking for answers within my own mind

"A late-night conversation with myself - about fear, failure, and the weight of never feeling enough. Written in the quiet hours when honesty feels louder than sleep."

Poetry Collection. Photo credit : @elizeohz

a tree takes root out of the seeds that were sown as deep in the forest a new life is grown

2019. a year in the life.

Fun new poem! I write a little slow but :)) This is the draft version, I entered the final in a contest and I will update it once it is over. Thank you!

A confessional poem about love that's rough around the edges. Inspired by a relationship between a father and a child. . .

A quiet unraveling beneath practiced smiles-this poem explores the weight of masks, the ache of being unseen, and the slow dissection of a soul lost in its own performance.

There's a moment in recovery when everything goes quiet- your hands steady, the floor stops tilting, and the reflection in the mirror finally looks survivable again. That's when the past pulls hardest. "The Pullback" is a haunting look into the gravity of relapse temptation- friends who didn't make it, memories that won't let go, and the dangerous comfort of the life you walked away from. A brutally honest entry in Barbed Wire Psalms about resisting the orbit of addiction and choosing life, even when the pull feels impossible to escape.

These are my poems I've written over the year, and some over years ago. I decided to share this with you, anyone on wattpad who may need these, or just for entertainment, read these if you're interested, whatever the reason may be! Hopefully you enjoy and if not that's fine! 💝

"A bold challenge to fake suitors: drop the act, show your heart. No games, no pretenses. A strong woman's anthem. Read "No Games, No Pretenses""

i write when i feel like to explode. Poem of Sandra is a deeply personal journey through raw emotions and silent battles, offering a voice to anyone who has ever felt unseen or unheard.

This is called a confessional poetry. I express feelings and experiences here. Or anything.

i hope that as you stumble about, that you read these words and that something in them may heal what's hurt. a/n: all works are my own personal original pieces!