I would like to spill,
What is harbored in my soul.
I would like to say,
Things that no one really knows.
I’d apologize to you,
In a measurement beyond the stars.
For not being there with you,
Has left my soul this scar.
I’m reminded of the heartache,
From that dreadful day.
Of an ordinary time,
When God took you away.
I would’ve quickly taken,
The fate that you have faced.
Than to see your children suffer,
Savoring sorrows aftertaste.
If I had straps on my shoulders,
Attached to an antique plow.
You’d see deep ruts in the earth,
From the weight I carry now.
I’m harvesting my burdens,
In my open fields of pain.
In the drought of happiness,
Awaiting a smiling rain.
I’ve cultivated memories,
From the 3 years you’ve been gone.
Laying on glistening blades of grass,
That I cried on sorrow’s lawn.
I reminisce on the tears,
That only my heart knows.
Waiting for bouquets of smiles,
From the seeds I just now sowed.
I’m sorry you faced such madness,
Without me along your side.
And things could have been better,
Perhaps you would have survived.
I’m sorry I didn’t call you,
To distract your vivid mind.
But I replay those what if’s,
All the freakin’ time.
No one knows my heartache,
Of not biding my goodbye.
These are things I’ve harbored,
Way down, deep inside.
It feels like you’d still be here,
If I’d used my earthly power.
I’m sorry for not distracting you,
From your darkest hour.
This is a poem I had to write,
To regain my inner control.
And release my encumbers,
To unburden my soul.
You will always be my best friend,
A notion I’ll never condone.
You know I’ll await your answer,
When God calls me home.
For Christie and Sharon's
"I'm Sorry" Contest
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009
In a rewind world, we could live without regret
if, as in a movie, we could do another take.
Erase the messed up scene and do a fresh reset,
and on the new recording, avoid that bad mistake.
No need to mend them all, but some of them we should:
some act that hurt someone, some words we can't take back.
We'd still learn the lessons; I hope that's understood,
if we could fix the times our judgment jumped the track.
Alas, a rewind world in truth we can forget.
We’ll have to do the best we can to set our errors straight,
admit our bad behavior, and live with some regret...
if not, more sleepless nights will likely be our fate.
Copyright © Roy Jerden | Year Posted 2016
Many voices from the past,
Always echoing in my head,
How long can it last,
I thought you were dead.
You always tell me what to do,
So I don't make a mistake,
Somehow you always knew,
How many I could make.
Because once I hurt you,
And you'll never let me forget,
But what can I do,
You're not quite dead yet.
Why won't you leave me alone,
Will you never forgive me,
I wish I could atone,
Please, just let me be.
The hollow echo of your voice,
Will linger on forever,
You've given me no choice,
It'll never stop, ever.
The sound of you used to make me smile,
But now it tortures me,
I will always be in denial,
So an end I'll never see.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013
He walked down to the sea, lonely and bored
then dips his hand in the warm ocean brine.
Forty years she was the one he adored,
so he kneels to pray for her, one more time.
He spells out her name in the smooth beach sand
then he watches a wave wash it away.
Whispers "Goodbye" just as he starts to stand
he wishes there was more that he could say.
A gentle rumble as breaks a small wave
he can smell her perfume as on the breeze.
He has not the strength to visit her grave
self-pity and pain is all that he sees.
Watches seagulls as they swarm a shrimp boat
as it makes a turn back toward the bay.
Hollow and empty he feels without hope
and wishes a wave would wash it away.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
Upon your grave I placed
a single scarlet rose.
And said goodbye to you
so that my grief could close.
I begged you to stay
yet you ignored my plea.
And as you walked away
my anger watched you flee.
The rain pummeled your face
while the wind whipped your hair.
And as you crossed the street
fate chose to be unfair.
A speeding car hit you
now your ghost haunts my dreams.
And torments me nightly
fueling nightmare screams.
I’m sorry that you died
you deserved so much more.
Yet it's time to let go
and let your spirit soar.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
Your tears were just too heavy
I could not catch them all,
I'm sorry that I missed so many
and had to let them fall.
I was powerless to help you,
by your side I could but stand,
a silent witness to your fears;
and I could only hold your hand.
Although I tried to save you,
into darkness you still tumbled;
with only me to watch you
as to your knees you stumbled.
I could not chase your demons,
your pain not take from you,
I just had to stand by guarding
and pray you made it through.
It hurt to see you battle,
your fears were just so many,
I'm sorry if I failed you;
your tears were just too heavy.
This was inspired by a couple of great pieces that I've read recently. No plagiarism intended :)
Copyright © Emma Mantle | Year Posted 2012
In this dream I held a doll, yet an empty shell
Your soul filled it with life; I felt the quickening
The next week mom felt your tiny wings fluttering
Unforeseen test results turned our heaven to hell
A needle through her abdomen, wife's jaw gritted
Tiny form bouncing on the screen, as if in play
Needle entered your sanctum; you pushed it away
Tiny hands, yet so deliberate—you hit it!
When you say formless dread can sink into your bones
Is it so crazy that my conscience becomes torn?
Did we wound you deep even before you were born?
Was it the needle violating your first home?
Iambic hexameter quatrains: abba cddc effe
For contest: The Alphabet Contest, Letter A
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
Words spoken in silence,
[When language does not suffice]
Like a look or a tear, although concise
Can echo a lifetime in your ear,
Much louder than those you can hear.
Copyright © Aycan Garip | Year Posted 2012
First, let me say I'm sorry
This isn't your fault, it's mine
I don't feel for you what you feel for me
And I know that seems so unkind
But, the passion we used to have
I don't feel it anymore
The flame that burned inside of us
Has dwindled to nothing, and nothing more
I'm sorry for you, who came out of the blue
I fell in love with a girl, but my love is no longer true.
Copyright © Carson Searcy | Year Posted 2014
Oh mum I’m so sorry I have to send this to you
You never wanted me to go, but I am not one of the few
Oh mum, remember when you kissed away my pain
I wish you could do that once more - yes again.
I’m so sorry mum on the day we did part
I remember your bravery even though I’d broken your heart.
The noise and the wet here and the terrible smell
I never believed your teachings of hell…
But I now know there is hell on earth
I’m here for a while for what it is worth
Remember when I had a stick for a gun
We played at war as children, it was such great fun.
I wanted to be a hero or soldier at best
A hero with a gun, and bullet proof chest…
You soothed and cajoled but I never did change
Oh mum how I wish this wasn’t so strange…
Remember when you wiped away my secret tears
I was angry you saw back then I had fears.
The rain is mingling mum, with tears running now
If only you could wipe them from me, someway, somehow.
The stench is overpowering the noise is intense
The bombs all around, dead men hung on razor-wire fence.
The death and destruction is all around
I’m floating and falling my thoughts do abound.
Oh mum, I wish I had listened to you
The glory I thought would be mine - and yours too
Be proud of me mum but I feel so helpless and small
I am not sure now- but I think I will fall.
I love you mum and I remember it well
The storms after dad died but you managed so well
You did a good job that’s what I like to think
You saw me through boyhood, manhood and drink.
I am here mum, I signed up I know I left you that day
I thought it would be fun like when I used to play
Here is death and destruction, and I don’t want you to read this
But I must say good-bye mum, your love I do miss.
The kisses you gave, you never did falter.
You watched over me, and I think I did alter...
I came to this war a man, I never realised the boy was still there mum
Today mum my last; I am your frightened little son.
My fears are now that without me, will you cope?
Without me mum - there is no false hope
I love you so much more everyday
But it’s time to say goodbye and I feel today is that day….
I wrote this after doing my family tree and found one of my great Uncles, the only one of thirteen siblings signed up and went to WWW1, not needing to do this as they were farmers. He died in the last week in France
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012
A tear fell today,
The first one in a while.
I had made a promise
To only think of us a smile.
I'd say I'm sorry,
And I won't do it again,
But I'm sure I'd be lying,
Because when I think I can't, I can.
I can still cry a little
And miss our happiness,
Especially on days or in moments
That are even close to this.
Every night I dream
Of when we'll be happy together
And every day I wake
To the reality that you want her.
You tell me everyday it's temporary.
You swear that it's all for the best,
But it hurts because I swear you're lying.
I think you are just like the rest.
I thought you were better than that.
Sometimes, I think I still do,
But then a day like today comes up.
Story of my life. It's nothing new.
You'd think I'd be used to it.
I'd adjust to ruining my own happiness,
But I honestly don't think I could ever.
I don't want to get used to this.
Copyright © Stephanie Whitley | Year Posted 2010
He is there again, the Cardboard Man.
I’ll drive away as fast as I can,
Or maybe I’ll throw him a single buck.
If I’m out of change, he’s out of luck.
He says that he will work for food.
I’d take his challenge if I could,
But I fear that this could be a scam.
He could be a convict on the lam.
His sign says he’s a homeless vet.
Surely there’s help that he can get.
One who deserves our admiration
Should not be abandoned by his nation.
I carefully avert my face
As I wish he’d find another place
To display his misery and woe.
I have my own tough row to hoe.
How much can one lone woman do?
My cash is short, resources few.
In fear and shame, I drive away.
May he live to beg another day.
A no. 3
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
Lack of perspective
on a burdensome life
leaves us in pieces
near a sharpened, slick knife.
Smashing heads yet again,
to the wall I beat mine,
trying to break through
to our friendship in time.
My appearance lacks
motivation and heart,
locked away in my mind,
I am falling apart.
I don't treat such a treasure
like one should be loved,
stopped giving time of day to
my friend from above.
Care too much
and stow it all away,
making it look like I don't care
whether you leave me or stay.
A painful gut feeling may
nibble at my gray heart,
but I just fear the truth
and I don't know where to start.
Copyright © Alex Brown | Year Posted 2010
I apologize to you my dear Miss Wattle
For stepping on your Limerick toes
Got caught up in the fun, couldn't help myself
A great way to get rid of your woes
They've been around for a donkey's age
How long is that, do you know
Probably much longer than a week or two
To write one Miss Wattle will show
The first, second, and fifth lines rhyme
Like Tim, swim, and him
Third and fourth lines rhyme with each other
So whatcha you waiting for... BEGIN!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
"Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..."
I’m still ashamed of what I did
My only excuse is I was a kid
Like most kids that were my age
A Red Rider BB gun was the rage
Loved the outdoors and plinking around
A BB gun doesn’t make a big sound
It’d be great if my gun could roar
A shotgun boom, that’s a sound I adore
I got an idea, how to make a boom
I had a shot gun shell hid in my room
I had cut off the end of that shot gun shell
Used the shot in a sling shot, it worked well
Even if a shell has lost its load
If the cap gets a rap, it will explode
So I stuck the shell in a big dirt bank
Got forty feet away, gave my gun a crank
Shot BB’s at the cap till blue in the face
Couldn’t get any to hit the right place
Finally one hit on the cap just right
The shell went boom, oh what a fright
I felt a sting, something hit my forehead
I rubbed with my hand, it came back red
That BB I shot came back and hit me
Between the eyes, how lucky can you be?
If it had taken that hit a little either way
I’d probably be blind in one eye today
“What Happened”, said Mom, my blood ran down
Oh, I got stuck by a stick while running around
A Fragment Of Life - Poetry Contest
Oct 21. 2011
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011
Thank you, sorry, maybe neither,
I am the altered, for better, for worse.
Lovestruck, hateful, always either,
Confirming confusion: whichever comes first.
Copyright © Annabelle Jane | Year Posted 2011
Ashamed to learn Justin Bieber is Canadian
Sure doesn't represent THIS Canuck
A total embarrassment to this country of ours
Dragging us all through the muck
A total loser in every sense of the word
His disgusting exploits are renowned
Wonder what our dear Celine thinks of him
Our image, he's quickly tearing down
A disgraceful display of obnoxious behaviour
Unbecoming of this beautiful land
I'm begging you please, ignore this creature
Dismiss this jerk out of hand
There's very few things that provoke me enough
To stand on my soapbox and yell
Guess you've realized I'm incensed to the max
This kid is heading straight for hell
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
Little did I know that
A year ago today
We would end up right back here now
Like you never went away
The scabs have only just left
My skin still pink from scars
Not enough time to forget you
Not enough to stop wishing on stars
And yet you're standing here once more now
On my doorstep wanting in
And believe me I want to let you
But I don't want to hurt again
So I'm faced with the decision
To forget and go on with you
Or to bring the scars to your attention
Tell you what you've put me through
Or be silent and walk away
To wonder what could have been
If this was the one time you had pure intentions
Or if I'd be burned within
But with everything that's happened
I can't pretend to be okay
I can't ignore the lashes to my heart
Given when you walked away
I so wish I could forget it
Because as much as you've hurt me
I would never want to hurt you
I don't want to ignore your plea
The world spinning has changed so much
A circle of the globe
Time seems to move so quickly
But with you, time seems to slow.
Copyright © Holly Miller | Year Posted 2012
DEATH ON DAD'S DAY
dear dad, i know you can't read this now
and i always wanted to apologize but never knew how
and today it still remains the same
because i alone accept all the blame
you gave me the means and ways to be wealthy and rich
and now, today, on father's day, life ain't noting but a *****
it bites, it stings and i can't say a word to ashes in an urn
but in the end i know precisely where my soul will burn
i put you through hell a thousand times or more
you bailed me out of jail and still let me through your front door
well now that door is no more and either are you
and there's nothing a recalcatrant son can do
i can't say i'm sorry to a ghost who haunts me to this day
and since six months ago i grieve every single day
all you wanted ever was a son you could be proud of
and instead you got a villain who abused the word love
so if you could only see my tears
as i gaze back over the years
i think you'd understand and believe
that my only repentance is to wail, cry and grieve
I LOVED YOU DAD AND I'M SORRY I COULDN'T FILL YOUR SHOES
(c) PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2012
Put on the smile no one knows is a mask
Don't think of the questions no one bothers to ask
Take pride in your scars though you bare them alone
Dance, even though you cry when you're at home alone
Smile through your pain and the times that you've bled
Laugh at the demons that march through your head
Never take back the words that you've already spoken
Embrace the fact that you're happily broken
Copyright © An Anomaly | Year Posted 2016
WITHOUT A DOUBLE DIPPED DOUBT
I'M SORRY THINGS WITH US DIDN'T WORK OUT
AT FIRST IT WAS LIKE A CARIBEAN HONEYMOON
BUT THE DEATH OF EASINESS ARRIVED TOO SOON
I CARRIED YOUR UMBRELLA AND BLANKET TO THE SEA
AND IT NEVER BOTHERED ME THAT YOU DID NOTHING FOR ME
I GOT YOU LUNCH AT A HOT DOG STAND
AND TICKELED YOUR TOES BY BURYING THEM IN SAND
WE WENT TO CONCERTS AND SOME WERE GOOD AND SOME WERE BAD
AND WHENEVER WE SAID ADIEU IT ALWAYS MADE ME BEYOND SAD
WE STROLLED THROUGH THE RAIN WITHOUT ANY PROTECTION
WHILE YOU WIGGLED AWAY WITH SHEER PERFECTION
WE HELD HANDS TOGETHER IN CENTRAL PARK
THEN FED THE PIGEONS AND ONE LONELY LARK
THE TWO OF US EMBRACED WHILE WAITING FOR A BUS
AND AS I SAID , I'M SORRY THINGS DIDN'T WORK OUT FOR US
(C) 2012...copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2012
I don't understand
Why you hate me so
I didn't do anything
But I always let it go.
I'm tired of letting you
Push me around
You've hurt my emotions
And run my life to the ground.
I wanted to stop fighting
Really, I did
But you always had to hate me
And act like a little kid.
I'm sorry if the truth hurts
Stop getting mad at me
You seem to love picking fights with me
I say, "please, just let it be!"
I'm sorry if you don't like him
I don't feel the way you do
I don't care if you hate him
He's for me and not for you.
Copyright © Ginger Marie | Year Posted 2007
The rain falls fiercly,
As I look up into the skies,
Only to see the sun,
And white clouds floating by.
I walk into the woods,
Feeling sharp thorns beneath my feet,
I stare down to the earth,
To see grasses, soft and sweet.
At last I see a rose,
Lying dried up on the ground,
I gently touch it's petals,
And my life is newly found.
All along ive been yelling,
At the wind for being cold,
And shouting at the rain,
When life's story has been told.
I ignored the graceful beauty,
As i blocked out meaningful sights,
For when it's gone I will regreat,
Shunning the flawless story of life.
Copyright © Catherine Adams | Year Posted 2009
How often and how loud
words wanted to burst out,
and let everyone know with my tender blink...
what I felt all along, but never had showed it!
Here's my chance to unafraidly talk,
let's chat while we take a long walk;
would a sincere heart hold back its love in deeper, quiter sound,
when everything it has done...was sweet, lovely and profound?
Adored friend, listen to these sad regrets
locked in enduring silence...once so doubtful and unwise;
help me reveal them, and how glad these eyes
would be, if you could catch them in your caring hands.
Forgive me for not having been honest,
and hidden these precious words behind this timid chest;
you must have felt that need for utterance,
and anxiously waited for that moment with kindly patience.
And finally, I've found that courage to openly say them,
" Love shouldn't be held back, but be truly free to express itself;
I have repressed all the beautiful feelings for a foolish fear,
now, be certain that they will delight you in wonderful ways, dear!"
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009
One minute we're fine,
The next, we're done.
One minute you're mine,
The next, you're gone.
First it was just us two,
Just you and me;
Then there was someone new,
And two becomes three.
Mistakes are made,
And time won't go back.
We're forced to face
The reality of our act.
One became two,
Then two became three.
Three became two,
And two became me.
I'm all that's left,
Because I make a choice.
The love I had left,
Because I silenced a voice.
Copyright © Stephanie Whitley | Year Posted 2009
My heart is basalt and greenstone
becoming Catoctin to bones.
I'm the presidential retreat
at the top of the Blue Ridge chain.
I'm a drone financial fortress
waving ol' Glory stars and stripes.
I pledge allegiance to the Republic
under sound bunker walls three miles thick.
And if you love this darling world,
and have the fear of God within,
you too can be become Catoctin
on the carcass of Algonquians.
Copyright © Dean Walker | Year Posted 2007
I’M SORRY ABOUT BRITISH COLUMBIA
Sorry but I can’t see much nice about BC
Us prairie boys like skies blue, not cloudy
And our landscapes flatter and taughter
Than those wild mountains of ocean water.
All those moving waves in English Bay
Look to me as if they are coming my way.
And so many trees they just litter the beach.
In the plains we only need a few beech.
BC transport is not a fast mover
And music on the ferry could be louder
Especially from Victoria to Vancouver -
But it does serve the world’s best clam chowder.
Yes I give poetic credit when it’s due
And it happens in my verse plenty of times.
But how can I write nice poems, BC, for you
When places like Tsawwassen have no rhymes?
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010
He is not more than four
with the adventurous eyes of a conquistador;
he is rascal but cute,
and with his innocence my rebukes he dilutes!
Little rascal, slowly ride your tricycle down the bumpy block;
be careful not to fall off, and don't turn when I yell, " Stop! "
When I was your age, I did what you are doing now,
and riding fast on grandma's farm...I hit the biggest cow!
Cry when I scold you, it'll teach you a first lesson;
better watch out for danger than get hurt and bleed!
No Spunge Bob's ice cream at six o' clock, if you won't slow down!
I laugh when you say, " I am sorry! " thinking of your treat!
He has a sharp mind, a knock for furious things and all the more he must dare;
and as rascal as he seems, he hugs me when he's wrong...and sadly breaks down!
I am a fair uncle, and I wouldn't punish him for a mischief that he has done!
And pedaling away he gets more thrilled than a clown with fuzzy, red hair!
He is growing up too quickly by the day,
and like a rebellious grown-up...he puts up more resistance,
but if he thinks he'll get away with his childish mischievousness,
aside form being rascal but cute, in a second I'll wisk him away!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009
Silence is the wall that stands before me,
and memory the light that allows sight beyond.
Past the disappointments of the here and now,
to a time when I was wild and young.
Created from desire and fueled by passion,
is how the flames of love came to be.
After having my fill of pleasures forbidden,
there was no retreating for me.
I was bathed in the eternal flames of love,
and became addicted to its lasting burn.
Closing my eyes to the consequences,
and to all of those concerned.
But as the earth shines and is heated
by the great Sun placed above.
So to my heart is warmed and illuminated
by the eternal flames of love.
Pondering on lost love is weakening,
heartbreaking and can be so tragically sad.
But in truth, love can never be lost,
once love has truly been had.
Memories are the wonderful leftovers,
once everything is all said and done.
And those are ours to keep forever,
and can be taken from us by no one.
Copyright © Ray McDonald | Year Posted 2006
Everyone is one of a kind
There's ain't nobody else like us
But they say, we all have a double
So what's all the big fuss!
Sure like to meet my look-alike
At first, might be a bit spooky
Like looking into a mirror
Wonder if he's just as kooky?
Actually saw a man looked like me
And it freaked me out real good
Couldn't stop staring at this guy
Transfixed there where I stood
Seems he was blown away too
But we didn't actually speak
That would've been kinda freaky
We just kept taking little peeks
Finally disappeared into the crowd
Left me with a feeling of remorse
That I didn't actually talk to him
To share in a little discourse
What are chances of meeting again
Probably a million to one I'd say
Sure would've been quite interesting
Regretted not talking to this day!
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012