Best Apologetic Poems
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She was lovely, a beautiful kind soul, giving, loving, generous, but also apologetic for being alive.
Her light gray eyes danced and pranced, and her laugh was hearty when you got to know her.
Lots of people thought she should be invisible.
They wanted their garbage dumped, and their rooms vacuumed and cleaned silently.
Knowing this, she usually kept her head down, saying few words, afraid of being rebuffed.
I brought her a sandwich, and stayed late one afternoon, to get to know her.
She had sacrificed her whole life to help her drug-addicted mother, and now her drug-addicted sister.
All of her money went into her mother’s bills, her mother’s habits, and her sister’s four children.
Her sister was currently serving another sentence in Leavenworth prison. Pregnant, of course.
In a few months, my friend would get a call to come pick up the new baby from the prison.
What choice do I have? She asked me. We cannot have her babies raised by strangers.
She would drop off the baby with her drug-addicted mother who keeps the blinds closed all day,
And bemoans the fact that the other children there are hungry, and crabby and wake her up with their noise.
She did the best she could, enabling her mother and her sister, sometimes taking the babies to their well-check appointments and paying for them of course.
She gave everything she could to her family. A beautiful soul. I asked her what she had wanted to do as a child, what she dreamed about doing when she grew up.
I dreamed someone would take care of me, she said.
I wanted someone to save me, but they never came.
No, we would not want these babies raised by strangers.
There was a time, when I felt totally undesirable
unjustifiably [I now know] and you being in your infancy
felt so.. un-understood, writhing in a man’s body, seemingly a child
with the heart of a warrior, a man, with all a man’s needs.
There was a time, when time stood still, and time meant nothing,
and age was but an unjustifiable number on a page of societal crap.
I needed you. You wanted me. And so………….we were.
There was a time, so long ago, it seems a passing dream;
we paired, we parted, and life went on…
Now, as time seems to slide by with the speed of passing film
I remember, not without wonder…Who am I?
And where are you? Do you remember?
I am not at all sure [for who ever is…] and I am sorry, if our momentary joy,
brought you anything else...In the deep of night sometimes [often, truth be told]
I wonder, should I say….sorry?
for loving you?
Just like always
Smart people wouldn't trod on the paths she had trodden;
Wise people wouldn't be in the predicaments she always found herself in.
She offers no words of condolences;
Neither any words of repentance;
Not even a word of remorse.
Why would she feel apologetic to anyone;
When the gravest sins she committed to herself?
Why does she live so foolishly?
How pathetic
Nothing phases her;
She is neither perturbed or frightened.
There is nothing to say or explain;
Tell me what the hell has she become?
Soon she will return from underneath her rock;
She will great you with a smile,
And won't even try to hide.
She will forgive herself;
Letting you go like she has let many go before you;
Not with so much tears but maybe a frown on her face;
Just like always.
Just like always she will bury you underneath the many ghosts that haunt her;
And probably the many more she will continue to make.
She will give herself a pet on the back;
Scavenge for any lessons learnt;
Even if the losses outweigh the gains.
But don't be mistaken,
Though the demons seem awfully frightening,
She will carry on forward each and every day,
She won't shut down her doors;
Just like always
I don't say the many things I should;
A sometime poet who runs out of words.
I don't do the things I could;
I get distracted once the wine is poured.
I'm not sure the things I say and think
Are born of me or come out of my drinks
There's no telling if much in my mind be true,
But when I think with my heart it all comes down to you.
I don't act the way you need,
My noble deeds all lie upon the surface.
I may fail, or I may succeed;
It all depends upon the purpose.
I spend my days in a quandary of hope and doubt,
Assailed by uncertainties within, without.
But, uncertain though I may be,
One thing is sure: You are the one for me.
You are the one for me:
This much is sure, this much is true;
I may be too blind to see
The Truth that binds you to me,
The honesty I should embrace,
The beauty of your own sweet face,
The warmth that carries me through the night,
The countless things that bring me light.
You are my Love,
This much is sure, this much is true;
I call the stars, that shine above
To vindicate my love for you.
Without your love, I would pine away.
Without you love, I would not last another day.
Be sure, if nothing else is sure,
My love for you will never die.
If anything in all this life be pure,
There is, to me, no thing more sacred than your sigh.
There is no thing more precious than your eye
When gazing on me, full of faults,
Unlocking all my secret vaults.
Perhaps I ought to publish my position
(as if there's anyone disposed to care!):
I'm not convinced that open competition
is profitable. Poets, self-aware,
and full of self-esteem (as many are!)
increasingly seem disinclined to share
the fruits of midnight labour. From afar
(and I do not possess a crystal ball)
I think that I perceive a lowered bar:
requirements (this is just my judgement call)
to dress one's thoughts in rhythm or in rhyme
do not delight our writers. They appal.
We need not think of strictures as a crime.
Does discipline torpedo erudition,
or might it help us grasp at the sublime?
I HATE BEING WRONG,
BUT EVEN WHEN I'M WRONG,
I COULD'VE BEEN RIGHT!
ONLY IF THE SITUATION WOULD'VE HAD THE RIGHT WRONG PRESENTATION,
I WOULD'VE HAD ALL JUSTIFICATION FOR MY DRAMATIC EXPLANATION!
MY APOLOGIES FOR PULLING OUT THE DRAMATIC EFFECTS,
FOR SOMETHING THAT SHOULD HAVE ONLY CONTAINED BACKGROUND EFFECTS.
NEVER INTENDED OR THOUGHT ABOUT THE SIDE EFFECTS.
SO WHERE DO I BEGIN?
HOW DO I FIX MY LIPS & GATHER MY THOUGHTS;
IN AN ATTEMPT FOR WHAT WOULD, SHOULD & COULD BE MY APOLOGY?
WHEN I MYSELF CANT RECALL A TIME OTHER THAN THIS,
WHERE MY APOLOGY SHOULDN'T BE CONSIDERED,
LET ALONE ACCEPTED!
I WOULDN'T DARE REQUEST NOR SUGGEST
THAT SHE NOR ANYONE ELSE,
ACCEPT WHAT SHOULD BE MY APOLOGY.
BUT I AM,
UN-APOLOGETICALLY,
ACKNOWLEDGING & ACCEPTING THE FACT
THAT I MESSED UP & I WAS SO WRONG!
I'MA OWN THAT.
AND THEY DON'T HAVE TO EVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN;
BUT I WASN'T GONNA ALLOW THEM TO WALK ANOTHER DAY..
CARRYING THAT.
I DID THAT,
I OWN THAT.
NOW HOPEFULLY,
THEY'LL ALLOW ME TO RELIEVE THE PRESSURE
OFF THEIR BACKS.
I want you to know,
That I love you more than I love rain,
And more than I love to live,
And I live for you more than I love to live for loving you.
It's a paradox to be hugging you.
Creating emotions
to oceans
Of tidal waves,
To my final days
I will always say
That I love you,
And live to love you.
To know someone like you
Exists in a universe on this existential plane,
Is keepin Ma sane,
And to have a friend
Is to send
Angels to transcend
God himself to no end.
So please forgive what I have done,
And anything I shall ever do,
Because just know that I have
Already forgiven you.
For taking my heart.
Got sand on my eyes
I couldn’t see my mistake
I walked like a trouble
I’m unacceptably different
Back before the old times
Back when were young and wild
We used to play games
Memories are still alive
I wrote everything in mind
The pieces of memories
But don’t get me wrong
I never throw anything
The will to say sorry
I’m telling to the world
This sincerest apology
Can we restart all over?
I’ll apologise here at the start
For this verse won’t appeal to your heart.
So banal, it’s a shame
But I’ll shoulder the blame
’Cos it's not rude, nor funny, nor smart!
I awoke all alone; she snuck out late
last night, and my fragile heart is breaking.
She'd silently slipped out, without debate,
and as my world shook, I was left quaking.
Her lingering scent was still in the air,
making me instantly regret our fight.
For ebony shadows merge with despair
when there is no light, for shadows need light.
She left a note, written with words of Hope,
a reminder of the good times we've shared.
And as I read it, her words wove a rope
that pulled at my heartstrings, saying she cared.
I nervously rushed to her, head hung low,
and begged her not to throw our love away.
And asked her why she felt she had to go,
what could I say to convince her to stay?
As my apologetic eyes leaked tears,
I sought forgiveness with my heart and soul.
And she gently kissed me, calming my fears—
my heart had shattered; that kiss made it whole.
For all we've been through, you deserve more.
Forgive this fool!
I wish I could take everything back
But be angry with me, I'll bear
I know I acted most dumb
Probably my brain froze and went dumb
My silly acts won't you forgive?
My tears I shed, love, to you ill always give
My Jewell of life! ??
You live in my sight,
I can't let you go!
I said betrayal I can't forgive. Today,
I need forgiveness. Irony!
APOLOGETIC
Why should I be sympathetic apologetic
life eats at you if you let it
never forget it
forget where you came
sick of this mumble rap its hella lame
so what can you proclaim
displace
why should I listen if you have no taste
semidetached keep the lock on your mouth latched
one to run when you're outmatched
why should I bring my homie's
when all you have is weak lyrics you show me
conglobe lounging in a chair with a bathrobe
I have a ordinary abortion nearly outlook on life
simple question why kill a baby before his life lesson
were worried steadily hurried carried along
don't want to pay turn a girl to a mom anyway
child support lost fathers at court try to distort
these memories its like our babies sold separately
adoption agency that's a sad thing to see
thankful it did'nt happen to me
im having visionary illusionary thoughts
its scary people dying from blood clots
a tumor ignore a rumor if you don't the rumor
might happen sooner. -TA
All Scripture and Tradition teach that we should never fear.
Don’t wait to speak until you find a sympathetic ear.
But preach to every nation: Let’s be loud and let’s be bold!
Just like our Lord and Savior. Yes, and all the saints of old.
Let’s dare to be courageous! Daily pray for greater faith.
Cooperating with God’s gift of freely given grace.
To speak the Truth to old and youth, unhesitatingly.
For we are called to be unapologetically apologetic…
As those who went before us did so all those yet to be
Might understand Christ theologically, historically.
And we who struggle now, let this be our inspiration:
We’re the “saints of old” to every future generation!
So, dare to be courageous! Build your works upon your faith.
And, open to the Spirit, be accepting of God’s grace.
And speak the Truth to old and youth, unhesitatingly.
For, we are called to be unapologetically apologetic…
Apologetic heart
Cannot sleep
Or swallow
Feeling sad
Kicking memory of idiocy
Self-angry
Heavy heart
Too sad to cry
Mirror glares as I practice my lines
Will you answer your door?
Would I?
I over-guess myself, feeling dejected.
Sorry and sad. Depressed.
I have to try.
Dressing quickly. Love propels me.
Written: April 28, 2019
Contest: The Apology
Sponsor: Line Gauthier