Apologies Poems - Poems about Apologies

I lied, never told you the truth— I never loved you, my beloved Ruth. Forgive me, if it's possible, for the things I did impossible. Cold blood, so bold, seeping through my veins. If I could hold you, and ease your pains. Though I'm not sane, and sound mostly insane, I can be the wisest— to hold you the tightest. I can't...

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Everybody has a cloud. and if you'll permit, on mine, you are not allowed. Please get off of it....

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Darkness travels inside my blood clot thinks he is above me can't get to me not so easy body pains, kneecap cramps side neck cracks, pill by pill can't heal. Too many now I've started with just one I shouldn't have done. But past eats on me like a cancer piece by piece I fall apart it's never been easy,...

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My apologies for making something so small into something so big My apologies for hurting your ego because I don’t know how to deal with my own emotions My apologies I love you so much You can push my buttons on cue What else can I do? I overreact and I push your buttons I don’t want to...

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My apologies for making something so small into something so big My apologies for hurting your ego because I don’t know how to deal with my own emotions My apologies I love you so much You can push my buttons on cue What else can I do? I overreact and I push your buttons I don’t want to...

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Now far be it from me to complain, I truly understand the world and for that most call me insane. At the very least unwell thats understandable trust me i get it but thats not because what I see its just because most cant see it I just can't vibe with the way things...

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An abstract dull spirit, amorphous and loose, Cloudy and irate, possessing the even soul, Haunts the frail mind and body on the whole Of the one who fervently chases a wild goose Firmly believing the strange enigmatic world Of fancy to be real and divine, demanding all Venturesome feats such as a sacrificing fall, And even the human nature...

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Some have Siri,  others have Alexa; but my GPS  I call it Robert; for it seems to always take the road less travelled by. I see the highway on its little screen; while I meander  down some potholed lane that somehow seemed to  have the better claim on Robert. I swear I typed in ‘fastest.’ but Robert is pre-programmed, so it appears, to always take me via ‘scenic,’ perhaps he’s...

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To be sung to the tune of Subterranean Homesick Blues. Davy’s in the basement Working on geometry You’ll see my intent A theorem in development Presh is on the website Hit pause, scratch head Trick problem, misled Try another approach instead Look out kid Better check it again God knows man Another paper in the trash can You better try trigonometry Lookin’ for a new way...

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"Apologies" Apologies don't fit here anymore, This is why? You must remove oneself from my door. Apologies has become: your main game of life strategies....

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Verse 1: I was dumb and foolish I did not love myself that much compared to today I know why I made the wrong choices In my mind, I should move on But it was not like PTSD I wish I had more training in ethics I am sorry I am still sorry Pre-chorus: All I want to do is to...

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When we first met, you adored me, from sunrise to sunset. We would stay up all night, infatuated like lovebirds and I'm still wondering.... What went wrong. When did you run out of things to say? Over one million apologies later, I'm still sorry. I still remember your last goodbye, How I begged you not to go. I still don't know why you had to leave. I'm...

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Warning - Don't read The Raven and Watch Hitchcock on the same night. Once before my bedtime, nearing, which I dreaded, fazed and fearing, Stories mother would read me before she closed and locked my bedroom door — While I washed up in the water, could mom have drawn it any...

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I tapped my keyboard, my eyes bleary As I tried to write a novel that was no bore I looked for inspiration, how to avoid clichés temptation I’d write about rejuvenation—hope for the lonely lass Lenore— An epic tale of a maiden born anew named Lenore— A blockbuster for evermore. Open here I flung the...

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we don’t appreciate the sun until it r a i n s, warmth of gentle rays that subtly stroke distressed skin when time was f r o z e n smiles were s t o l e n and hope yet again remains b r o k e n… whilst I’m lying here in...

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