Confidant Poems

Confidant poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of confidant poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on confidant are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

My Happiness Is My Confidant

My Happiness Is My Confidant short poem

I found this “Happiness” A bit, a while ago My mornings became brighter And nights more poetic Though my past days were happy There was something missing I dig deeper to know me But in vain it went for years

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Explode In Me!

Explode In Me! short poem

Confide in me Escape in me What you have been wanting to say for so long … Explode in me! I will be your tinted glass I will be your wall of stone I will not break nor let it

Life Without You

Life Without You short poem

Life would be dreary Without you my deary You are – My friend My caretaker My mentor My inspiration My confidant My soul My everything Life without you Is long overdue You are the one Who gave me the power

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But Truth Will Not…

But Truth Will Not... short poem

Space has all the silent approval, truth will not multiply. Another funeral takes place in the barren field of lies. Fire burns the life’s hopes, while town mourns the death. Sunshine bakes the eyes but truth will not multiply. Desireless

Orb

Orb short poem

Majestically it spins. Eons in place. One of countless. Silently reflecting, glistening in the void. Dance of the worlds graceful silence, choreography of the cosmos. All spinning, dancing to creations music. Immense it all be. Yet, finding comfort in the

Letting Go

Letting Go short poem

You are stupid they say For feeling this way But they don’t know the pain The tears which flow like rain Every night I try and smile For I feel some joy for awhile Just glad for making it through

Bloody Wars

Bloody Wars short poem

Blood splatter everywhere, You can hear cries in the air. Oh! There’s so much despair, Why, in war, is everything fair? Differences in colour, religion, Nose – All depends on our region. These differences, can’t we accept? Instead of killing

Orchid Orchards

Orchid Orchards long poem

Walking through the orchards and dreaming as the soft summer wind comes lifting the scent of orchids in the air… well I’m all smiles today as last night keeps repeating its self in my mind I can still hear you

Coming Back, A Letter To Elim

Coming Back, A Letter To Elim prose poem

Hi Elim, Your parents gave you a very special name when you were born. Your name is a place in a Middle Eastern Desert meaning “Oak”. Yes, it’s a strong tree, which is how they envisioned you to be. But

My Story’s End

My Storys End short poem

You might never know me, Or what I intend to be… But everything I have wished for, Is there for you to see… Trying hard to let you know, Of every feeling that went unheard… For just to be with

I Think About Lyrics

I Think About Lyrics short poem

I think about lyrics, as I hear them play Why are songs made and what do they say If songs were birds they would never fly songs are on earth and they dream about the sky Songs are shelter When

Prometheus? Mon Frere? ?

Prometheus? Mon Frere? ? short poem

Why you think of reversing the wheels when life has stopped moving? The time has fled from your hands and settled on the body of death. You are not intact and whole inside. Where the path betrayed us? Broken windows

Enlivened Debauchery

Enlivened Debauchery prose poem

Beyond a world of chocolates and close bonds is a crossover to strength, screams, shoves, and worn out shoe plates.. strength to part with my system and garner the legitimacy to be counted as a survivor seems possible at every

Books – A Resource Part –v

Books – A Resource Part –v short poem

Those who have books shine With lively bright colour twine. Books – a Daniel – be in shrine To take us all up with whine. Saraswati, indeed, did opine My talents with saccharine And help me for Her to reassign

A Lantern Guides

A Lantern Guides short poem

Cereus was in bloom in nightwashed desert, sand was cool, it tipped off the contour drain, a river sent its compliments. If the death was at home, like an estranged lover, will you open the door in dusky stripes of

Poinsettia

Poinsettia short poem

What was that inside you which was not ready to accept the compound folly of a man? What worry do I carry tonight to my bed? An intentional leap into the very fire of mind? A virgin garden battles with

Soulmates By Luck

Soulmates By Luck short poem

Aren’t we like above? I call this thread like a Stroke of Serendipity For our souls were sent Intertwined till a place Broke somewhere, lost Vanished to place Unbeknown to me, to us But my be we were bound To

True Love

True Love short poem

Love is Not just Excellent chemistry Between two individuals! If you really Love someone, You must have Excellent chemistry, Physics, Biology, History, Geography, Sociology, Psychology, Arithmetic, Geometry And all other Istries, metics, metries, Ics, ories, graphies, Ologies And all the

For It’s He Who Knows What’s Best!

For It’s He Who Knows Whats Best! short poem

One day I was alone, With pain and groan. No one was with me, to listen to my plea. I could see people suffering, But could do nothing. I could hear their cries, But couldn’t stop their sighs. I could

Spring Time Revelries

Spring  Time Revelries prose poem

Hail to you o gracious guest The most awaited and cherished Alighting majestically onto the earth With splendid ceremony of a real king Whose eventful advent does signal A fast retreat of the winter chill That has been rather unkind

Newspaper Distribution

Newspaper Distribution short poem

By mid month I won’t even tell them that this is is last month’s issue The election calendar has not changed since then Prioritize our distribution with a few hundred a couple hundred more to develop the readership on the

Hell

Hell prose poem

We are in Hell. We make the best of it, but, make no mistake, we are all in hell. Trapped on an orb surround by endlessness. No hope of escape. Look around. Hate, violence, suffering, mayhem, destruction, cancer, disease, pain,

My Best Friend

My Best Friend short poem

My life was full of sorrow Nothing could be solved You made it more narrow I felt more evolved You were there when no one cared Even if it was a stupid emotion The feeling of future, being scared Fell

The Huntsman

The Huntsman short poem

As the huntsman led her into these woods Deeper and deeper they fared He carefully whispered in her ear That only of herself she should be scared She agreed that once your path was chosen And you were too far

July 18th- 2015

July 18th  2015 prose poem

365 days ago my life was forever changed. 12 quick months. 1 unbelievable year. He has a soul of fire and a mouth of destruction. He put me on a ride through hell and at the same time, a journey

Simple Search

Simple Search short poem

Let’s look together, in the tight, dark corners. Look in the tough, raw twilight– Once, I thought I found a bed, under a dome of stars. I tried to sleep. The world is always fresh. Everyone is always looking for

Opening

Opening short poem

I’m trying to escape from the prison I made, once, for my flesh, shattering the bars of fear which lost their purpose and meaning- something dies in me yet I replenish myself as a round moon. Walls, raised by my

For Him

For Him short poem

Through my struggles, I see, He cuts off every branch every offshoot, every seed He prunes, in my withering He endures me, for my blossom In my cries, He listens to me In my sorrows, He comforts me In my

Brew

Brew short poem

you wouldn’t know them except for their orders gliding like dolls hovering, footless, wearing bright dresses that brush the dusty floor the kind a proud mother would pick out then stand behind their chairs distracted trying to tame their cowlicks.

April Rain

April Rain short poem

Welcome overcast sky from incessant heat Drizzle gently falling on freshly wet street Feel is overwhelming for indolence to set With drop in mercury and in rain to get wet Odd for time of year coming event it tells Rains

Random Sin

Random Sin short poem

In pinnate physicals, the thing, moves like a stark terror savagely. A primal fear takes over, because dead don’t speak. The bullet had passed through chest. Mutiny of dumb dandelions, lipless voices in the sea of madness. Search for a

Make Peace

Make Peace short poem

it is time to make peace with yourself do this by loving yourself the way you are it is time to make peace with your childhood do this by releasing all old negative programming it is time to make peace

Pain

Pain short poem

A hurt soul, tortured mind and cold heart an angry spirit, raging flame of pain and thirst to kill a heart breaking, chaotic lover with burning passion a sane killer taking spirits, hearts and souls putting fear in all that

All That Remains

All That Remains short poem

Outside, always looking in, A deafening silence encompasses the room. Inside, never turning around, Embellished laughter and empty smiles fortify a line of demarcation. Alone. The soot amasses dusty clouds, Engulfing the couches and various chairs. Never to be used,

Pale Maiden

Pale Maiden short poem

We joked it was the bud Of a unicorn horn Assured by the Professionals It would fade as The fontanels shrank Shielding your sprouting brain Cradled it against cold and impact Yet it remained Darker than a bruise Hard like

Lonely

Lonely short poem

When comfortably placed in life why make yourself uncomfortable by worrying Unnecessarily While an orphan who has nothing in life seldom worries , what makes you worry then ? When you can’t even share your worries who else can better

Sea Of Sorrows

Sea Of Sorrows short poem

These deep dark sorrows come in waves So hard to stay afloat They drag me under day by day Keep praying for a boat I struggle for one breath of air As I begin to sink Left with this bittersweet

Monochrome

Monochrome short poem

Since the very first day of my life, I was taught only two words. all my actions and speech, could either calm a person or prick like sword. I was nurtured in a way, that all of it was either

A Leaf That Left The Life Of An Innocent Bare

A Leaf That Left The Life Of An Innocent Bare prose poem

He did not read my diary left open, to know my kind Just read that middle page from his age set mind If only he had the time and patience That would have checked him by his conscience To read

Living

Living short poem

They didn’t fear the violence in the sky Rare in Seattle, a dark parade of corybantic Beasts where there’s often a light grey Ceiling. It came on in a pinwheel, blotting Every point on the rose in its turn before