Some things are better left unsaid, when that happens – put it in a poem.
Being outspoken is the way of life for this generation (not to count out those who were before it became trendy). Personal truths are louder than ever, even with the risk of looking foolish and failing to coalesce; if everyone thought you were wrong, would you still stand for what you believe in?
But even those who speak their mind have things they would like to confess…
Do you have any fears, frustrations, or just something that’s eating you from the inside?
That’s what we’re writing about today.
Incorporate your confession into the poem OR as the topic
for the entire piece. It doesn’t not have to be personal to you;
if your piece is centered around a fictional confession, that’s fine as well.
The Rules:
Write a poem that fits the prompt on your blog/webpage
Click the Mr. Linky button below and enter your name & direct url to your poem
There you will find other poets’ work for today’s prompt – engage with one another and have a good time learning from each other
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dVerse 
Pub is open… also, I’m eating a sandwich with a donut as the bread.
and peanut butter?
sausage and egg. #fatty haha
Ouch.. this is a confession if anything..
Good evening.. .. and how exciting to read confessions tonight.. I was too much of a coward to say something myself. But I asked my trousers instead.. and what a confession I got.. saved by my jeans you could say.
Hey my man… ha. your pants told quite a story. hah
I liked your poem a lot. Bjorn. It made me think.
Thank you.. I started to type it in on my mobile on saturday after being downtown shopping.. maybe in sense of remorse…
Nice when something in one’s daily life can give one inspiration. It can’t hurt to be reminded a bit of just who made our jeans.
The marvelous thing about being a poet is that poetics can spring from any source, from a single item, to endeavoring to understand God(s). Your pants were a bit naughty actually, but the confessions rocked the hell out of the prompt.
Wow Desmond, you always come up with such inspiring useful prompts to allow us to Express our hidden emotions. And that is precisely what I do in White knight AS Dark Horse. And it’s even not too epic, with less than 2000 words and less than 10 photos, and only one extraneous comment by me. 😉
Didn’t thank I would be able to participate today, as I am off to take my wife to her routine Neurological examination for her epilepsy.
I will be back to read and comment on all poetry, later tonight, as this is certainly a welcome and fascinating prompt that was truly hard for me to be brave enough to put into words, in public, anywhere, per the inner emotional struggles that are sometimes me. 🙂
Hey dude! Thank you for joining… have a safe trip there and back… smiles
I understand how your generation–beig in my 60’s–might wish to feel it is the generation that somehow discovered comnfessions of the self in poetry but modern confessional poetry saw its blossoming with Robert Lowell in the previous century and it has been with us since. So you will forgive me if I don’t quite see your point as being valid. >KB
that sounds like a great sandwich.
tastes even better 🙂 a bit sloppy tho…
finger licking good – last weekend we went to the “Chicken Shack” in Evanston for some serious fried chicken.
yummy! I’ve never been there before; tho I do drive passed it on my way to walmart.
worth a stop ( eat out, or a nice day ) as it’s a tiny place.
Hey Anthony – I have been thinking about your prompt for last two days and came across something, that could be an interesting confession – what you say about personal truth is so true….it is fairly late here, but I look forward to join in –
Hey Abhra 🙂 ah, can’t wait to read about this interesting topic then. Woot!
Hey thanks Anthony – just finished writing, took longer than I thought. I hope you will like it.
Hi Abhra – looking forward to your poem.
Bill, thanks – I just came up with it 🙂
Abhra, U found a terrific segue-way to rock the prompt with; I enjoyed it a lot, being a champion for women’s rights all my life.
what can i say – hahah… i won’t confess anything about my eating habbits… smiles
what can I say, c… no shame in my game. hahaha
I only admit that it is chocolate 🙂
Smiles….some weisswurst, potato salad, selen, and beer??
Homemade cheese burger, two patties, two slices of cheddar cheese, mayo, ketchup, heavy slices of onion, with a snappy garlic dill companion, washed down with a diet coke, on an oversized fresh sesame seed bun.
Great prompt! I just happened to write a “confession” poem at a writers’ conference two weekends ago that is perfect. Which is great, because I’m swamped at work and have no time for something new today. Will be back later to catch some other poems once Mr. Linky is all full. Peace, Linda
What a great coincidence.. 🙂
Ha! cool 🙂 seeya later…
ha. so you want my secrets…
you will never get them out of me…
smiles.
I have a parent meeting this evening, so grabbing what I can to read now and then will return comment later to those visiting.
well I tried… lol… and ok… even with a head start, I’m pretty sure you’ll beat me to the linkers anyway. smiles.
You will both beat me.. here we have to sleep you know 🙂
sleep is for the weak…ha.
nah, i could def use some…
I’m with you, Brian. I hold my ‘secrets’ close to my heart. And mum’s the word!
A donut sandwich and Bjorn’s pants confess….I’d say we’re off a great start already 😉 This is going to be a very interesting prompt….looking forward to reading the entries.
haha, right?? I think so too 🙂
I wonder what a doughnut sandwich in my pants would be.. ?
it would be a sandwich I wouldn’t eat.
Uncomfortable and itchy?? 😛
I’ve heard of a trouser snake, but not a pants fritter, deep fried, filled with apples & raisins, & stuffed into the girded loins. Damn, how decedent.
Well, well, let’s see what dark and dreadful secrets we can find here tonight…
dark chocolate here Marina 🙂
Hi Anthony, a thoughtful prompt really. I wonder how many will really confess something. I think perhaps if we were all sitting around in a pub having a glass of wine or beer or three we might. Smiles. In poetry I would guess many are a bit shy!
Hmmm, thinking about my favorite sandwich….I have a few. One of them is a “Red Robin” hamburger. It is a weakness of mine. Good thing I only allow myself to indulge once a month or so…. Another would be a homemade salmon burger. Much more healthy than a Red Robin burger! Smiles.
I have a few odd favorites.. like cold sliced potatoes and fish roe spread (typical Swedish stuff) or maybe peanut butter and sliced bananas.. hmm But I think I will not eat it on a base of a doughnut…
I’d pass on the first of your favorites, Bjorn. But peanut butter and sliced bananas — yum!!
Anthony, thank you for the inspiration. I wrote a poem for Anne Sexton, one of the confessional poets using a phrase from one of her poems as a starting point.
Oh that sounds so exciting Anna..
All this food talk is making me hungry ~ Thanks for the lovely challenge Anthony ~ Hitting the poetry trail now ~
Also, would like to remind everyone that if you are late for the linky, we have OpenLinkNight this Thursday (& every other Thursday) ~
Happy Tuesday ~
I confessed but tried to hide my discomfort behind some humor 😛
Like your sense of humor 🙂
Aw, thanks Grace 😉
Good prompt Anthony. I’ll be reading posts throughout the day.
okay, 1st 20 are done… will be back later on… peace and love.
I got a last confession.
Thank you, Anthony for this post and inspiration to confess. 🙂
The topic reminds me of that catholic tradition of confessing ones sins. My confession did not involve sins (at least ). It just let some secrets pop out of their box and see the light of a poem.
I really liked your poem, Adriana!!
Thank you, Mary. 🙂
I am running a bit late tonight. I hope everyone is well and I will be out there reading.
This was a great thought-provoking prompt. I ended up writing two pieces but posted the one that will scare my father a little less…
I confess to making up a lot of sins in Confession as a child. I didn’t have anything interesting to confess and didn’t want the priest to be bored.
ha.
hahahah. it’s okay Viv 🙂
Note: if you did not bother to return comment after I commented on your poem…aint no way I am reading a second one by you…
Brian, I didn’t write a poem. Did you mean me?
not at all mrs. viv…you are always good at visiting…
it was a general note to those linking a second one in…
if someone has time to write 2 poems, and reply ** on their blog ** to comments they get…surely they have time to read others…
if not, i suggest they can save some by not admiring the person in the mirror as much…
smiles.
Oh dear! I do sometimes feel ashamed for only visiting half a dozen or so, but counting you as a friend, I’m glad it wasn’t me you were telling off.
exactly.
And just remember what you will miss by never returning or reading. Listening to others is part of being human.
Brian has a righteous rant, follks, even OLN requires reciprocity regarding anyone kind enough to stop by your site & leaves a comment; doesn’t matter if it’s a one word comment; get out on the trail & visit their poetic domicile; just saying.
Goodness, I just looked at the Twitter meter in the margin, & 3 out of 4 were mine; what’s the odds?
Ok, a bit late to the party, but I’ve joined in and will go visiting now. Thanks Anthony!