Confessional Poetry Quotes

“Yet why not say what happened?”
― Robert Lowell, Day by Day

“In a sense she [Sylvia Plath] was the victim of an obsessive talent that sent her out into the world to gather sensations and seek wounds that could provide creative inspiration. Having acquired the wounds she stuck her fingers into them, turning the pain and blood into lines of highly subjective poetry that both repel and fascinate the reader.”
― Nancy Hunter Steiner, A Closer Look at Ariel: A Memory of Sylvia Plath

“When they tell only lies,
you've no choice but to tell only truth.
The Equalizer comes a knocking
and so you answer,
or else the door gets kicked down.
But be sure you have faced the mirror
on your worst day
before you attempt to balance the scales.
If someone was able to deceive you,
there is self-deception within
waiting to be discovered.”
― Casey Renee Kiser, Will to Flutter: Transformation is Inevitable

“i hope so dearly i can find one. a bone
that is as large as the city. as timeless as poems,
and damned poets; a magic.”
― Admer Balingan, metamorphosis

“there are no soft rests here,
no bird songs and Mother's yellow branches
to swing me.
only hideous lullabies and grotesque poems
hung on the wind, everywhere.
they swirl around as if dusts from mad city,
and dirty smokes from factories, and
i inhale all of them. like cannabis.
i inhale it more often that i fancy mosquitoes
and its bites as Mother's kiss,
touch,
a basketful of love.”
― Admer Balingan, metamorphosis

“Misfit toys
don't bring
Christmas joy
Shut up and unwrap
your shiny new identity crisis

She's playing mind games
again
And declares herself the winner

As a child,
I looked for a heart for her
at every yard sale
I could only afford
decay”
― Casey Renee Kiser, Doll Shaker

“Keep rowing the boat away from the shore down a stream less traveled before,
Knowing a black hole pulls into its mystery, Where nothing familiar survives in its history.”
― Ritu Negi, Collywobbles

“Mockery and nagging have always been at play,
But me hurting me is the ultimate Mayday.”
― Ritu Negi, Collywobbles

“What do you think all these flowers are?
What do you think all these stars are?
Skin layered with stories of a million lifetimes—
What do you think all these scars are?”
― Ritu Negi, Collywobbles

“When my voice is gone,
my breath no more,
I’ll leave my love on every shore,
So the waves and winds will sing for me—
“I love you, endlessly.”
― Ritu Negi, Collywobbles

“The pause in my story is a plot twist you must await for.”
― Ritu Negi

“How would I define my work Emotional Roller Coaster?

"It is not just a book — it is a living heartbeat.
A hybrid memoir, where poetry meets confession,
where every wound becomes voice,
and every silence learns how to sing.
It is the testimony of a soul that has fallen, burned,
and yet has risen again —
stitched together with faith, with scars, and with truth.”
― Phoenix Moon

“Maybe I am The rabbit. Not dying, not alive. Just aching for a world I can almost touch.”
― Diaksha Maharaj, Hold Me While I Decompose

“Even paradise can blister. Even holy things can rot.”
― Diaksha Maharaj, Hold Me While I Decompose

“I taste poetry in your mouth, and the world forgets how to fall apart.”
― Diaksha Maharaj, Hold Me While I Decompose