Best Apologising Poems
If they could look into your heart
and see what I see when I read
your awesome poetry,
they would never stop
telling you, what an amazing
person you are.
If they could see your love for God
they would see the person who is
at least trying to be a better person
then they would never stop
apologising for not noticing
before now.
If they walked one day in your
shoes they would feel the pain
you feel, cry the tears you shed
and never ever let one more day
go by without telling you
you are the best.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
11.17.2014
For Cathie Lindsey's Contest
It's All About Me
1st
The musician I never became
Singing the song I wish I wrote
I count the strands of my life
Here I am in a tag of war
Feelings of attraction
Versus stronger feelings of repulsion
Something happened and I responded
Because I no longer play victim of bullying
Or so I think
And they responded
And I was left feeling like the bully
I had planned not to apologise
Why am always the one apologising?
Well if I stop jumping into conclusions
Then I wouldn't be left feeling this bad
Well if I harden my shells a little
Then I may stop taking things so sensitively and personally
That hasn't worked for me
Changing my character I mean
Changing the sensitive gold in me
That is the ninety percent make of me
A 'nemesis' walked passed me
Like someone that doesn't like me and vice versa
And through I her, I was reminded of a great friend
I will never forget how she made me feel
The laughter we shared
The jokes we exchanged, most of them from her
And I a willing receiver
I always loved when she worked
And I thought, if she was here right now, it would all be jokes and laughter
Relaxed and happy
Unstressed
Unworried
Some people just fill in those empty holes
Of what we are not
And complete our lives
COUNTING SYLLABLES*
2/2
lacks pace
slow race
bombshell
death knell
3/3
one desire
to retire
wasted brain
down the drain
cobblers last
frozen past
common sense
self defence
rocking beat
happy feet
in the groove
on the move
4/4
an unsure cook
recipe book
5/5
confronting yeti
with palms so sweaty
© Harry J Horsman 2022
*Apologising if stepping on anyone’s toes
If so, get in touch and I will credit the poem
First two forms are footles, invented by Brian Strand.
I listen for the sound of the key in the gate
The kids grow pensive and I grow brave
For I know that the jingle of the key means one thing
He has come back tonight to reign as the king
He will order and dictate, he will rule and remain
He will torture our souls he will kill our each dream
He stands with his hands in his pocket so calm
I look up at him and wait for his demand
He says he is tired he wants some peace
So we all go to the room and allow him ease
Yet he still comes there with a whip in hand
Demanding our breathing so loudly they sound
I apologise for us all, but to deaf ears they fall
He is inebriated I see, but still has all this gall
I will not let him hit again I vowed
So today it will end I solemnly said
I aim the trigger at his temple, no other
And I lead him away from my son and daughter
He starts crying and stumbling, apologising and promising
I laugh at his cowardice, his lying and his cheating
For today it will end I stoically attest
For today I lay him down to rest
Apologising all the time is often an after-effect of trauma; a self-preservation technique survivors may think they still need to utilise in order to protect themselves.
Everyone is healing from something. Let's try to be kind to one another.
Blessings.
I'm sorry
By Michelle Morris
11/12/2022
"I'm sorry" is something people often say
Whether they are really sorry or not
But once in a while you'll meet someone
Who says "I'm sorry" an awful lot
You might think them stupid
You might think them lame
You might think they're silly
Or that they're playing some game
But, if you do some research
Or if you choose to care
You might realise they've been abused
Deeply and irrevocably for years
Their childhood trauma lingers
Their abuse from too many years
Their spouse played on their feelings
And gaslit them with emotional fears
They are genuinely sorry
They really don't mean to keep saying it
They're so used to placating abusers
That it becomes second nature
So, if you meet a sweet person
Who says "I'm sorry" all the time
Please try to be patient and gentle
Consider compassion and being nice
© Michelle Morris, 2022
I’m broken inside and can’t feel.
The damage is done, I can barely breathe.
Ripped apart and torn to pieces,
My once strong heart is now deceased.
I keep recalling the messages in my head,
Making me wish that I was dead.
So much of anger, so filled with hate.
I must be the reason for our love to dissipate.
I never wanted it to end this way,
theres so much more i needed to say.
but i guess he just had enough of me,
even after apologising immensly.
So here I am alive, yet dead inside.
All I know, my best, I have tried.
Left feeling completely worthless.
Falling apart and still nobody notices....
I am not apologizing for my sexual orientation
For loving what I want and not what society has dictated to me
I am not apologizing for my white skin
If you think it is privilege then walk in my shoes
I am not apologizing for being highly susceptible for feeling a lot
It has made me what I am today
I am not apologizing for speaking the truth
If I see you are abusing someone, I will surly let you know
I am not apologizing for my believes in God
He carried me, when you didn’t want to
I am not apologizing for not wanting to see a woman breastfeeding
No, it is not disgusting, I was just raised better
I am not apologizing for talking about my sexual abuse
I can show another victim that there is light in the aftermath
I am not apologizing standing up against bullies
I’ve been there, they need to know they not alone
I am not apologizing for my foul language
At times it is the most expressive
I am not apologizing for having a *****
It was given to me by the All Mighty
I am not apologizing for believing that woman must be able to stand alone
Their worth is not measured by a man or how many babies they have
I am not apologizing for my unsavoury past
It has moulded me to the person I am
I am not apologizing for history
It had nothing to do with me and I also was dealt a **** hand
I am not apologizing for believing that there are many huge false prophets
From potatoes to doom you should not be living large on selling God
I am not apologizing for when the depression hits me
It’s a matter of when and not if
I am not apologizing that I don’t always agree with you
Your view will not always be the same as mine
I am not apologizing for loving you
You show me that you have a good heart
I am not apologizing for things I didn’t do
I am already struggling with the things I did
Wealth brings many friends , but a poor man 's friend deserts him.
Proverb 19:4
Who cares for you?
When we separate with good people
We feel to cry,
Remembering
The good times
With them.
When we separate with bad people,
We feel much peace ,
Happy... so happy,
Trying to forget
The bad times with them.
Who cares for you?
How does joy make
Us feel when we are
Surrounding by the people
Who love us and see
Our importance
To them?
It is always good to have
Two or three
People who real care for you
Than having thousands
hypocrites who can leave you
In hard times.
Who cares for you?
You will always notice
People who real care
For you when your house
Turns very dark,
Night becomes
Long than a day,
Dams , rivers ,
Lakes, and oceans dry,
Rains stop for some months.
Strong wind blowing days and nights.
Burning sun over your heards.
Different diseases rise monthly
And you don't have some money.
Wife and kids are looking at
You for daily breakfast,
Dinner,
Supper
And different bills.
Good people will share their supports
But some hypocrites
Will leave you,
Blackmailing
And mocking on you
here and there.
Laughing
At you every time,
As you turned to be
A dark humour poem
Wrote by circumstance
And problem
But In the rainy season,
They will return
Without being called.
Apologising today and
Tomorrow
Trying to laugh with you
From your window
Pushing you
To do thing for them,
One by one telling his" her" problem
To you without asking them.
Who cares for you?
I really care for you
Dear brothers
And sisters
Reason why
I took my valuable
Time to write
This adorable
Piece of poetry
So that you may
Really identify
The person who cares
For you on this earth.
I love you with
My full heart.
The poet
Who smile here
And there
Because
My love
And
Your love
Readers
will be
Victorious
April 26/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Jody took an explicit anger rage
In London, at the 2012 Paralympics,
Which everyone knew about, did rage,
Threw his water bottles about, tactics.
He wanted the technical delegate, ICU,
To call the error a sad technical fault,
When Jody stopped immediately, did do,
The gun fired - he said the gates did bolt.
Jody was born on 14 October in 1978,
In England, Wisbech, Cambridgeshire,
With a deformed foot which did await,
Amputation when he was three, aspire.
His parents met others who took part,
In disability swimming with their kid,
So when Jody tried it he had an art,
With the water and in contests did bid.
His local King’s Lynn club encouraged,
Him to become what he could in time be,
And at the Worlds in ’94, he garbaged,
His PB by 4 seconds to gain credibility.
But today he says that he definitely was,
“Never a naturally gifted swimmer.
I just don’t have the build, [but the boss
Is] weights and core strength, [glimmer].“
He won three gold medals, two bronze,
At the Paralympics in 1996 and 2004,
But in 2006 because of this bronze,
He changed to cycling’s ever open door.
He’s in the C4 category and in Beijing,
In 2008, he rode a quick time of 1.5466,
For the 1km time trial to proudly bring,
The gold into the ranks for GBs licks.
Then there was that awful tantrum scene,
At the London games, but he won bronze,
Nonetheless, for the 4km pursuit sheen,
Apologising to the crowd for his donze.
He did compete in the Commonwealths,
In 2014 in Glasgow, and there finished fifth,
But in that same year at the World sheaths,
He got his ninth world title, a WR of pith.
And in Rio 2016 he struck pure gold,
At that event which so badly deluded him,
Four years prior in the 1k time trial hold,
And achieved a PB, much fame to win.
Tonight she packed her bags and left
I cant express the pain I feel
It's too heavy on my chest
This is not how I planned it
Not how I pictured it out in my head
I tried to explain myself to you
But your mind was already set
I feel so empty I feel so dead
I'd do anything to have you back in my bed
The silence is loud the sheets are cold
Ive been calling you for hours
I've got no one here to hold
I dont know what I'm apologising for
Cuz I've been trying my best
But everything seems to offend you
And I'm like what the heck
I wish I could go back in time one week to right my wrongs
My heart is broken into a million pieces without you I'm no one
I love cauliflower
I eat it every day its true
I like broccoli as well
I love veggies just like you
I don’t know why you grump
I see you stomping round
Giving me the side eye
Making sweary sounds
What is it to you really?
A girl has got to eat right?
I’m not apologising
For eating well day and night
You’re just jealous you are!
You keep up this attitude
And there will be no choice
I’ll have to hide from you
I’ll hide from you then BAM!
I’ll appear when least expected
Right in front of your face -
Then fly away unaffected
Caterpillar to cabbage butterfly, that’s me
Hahaha, that’s really put you in a spin
It should be no big surprise to you -
When it comes to vege I always win!
He’s my hero rock from the ground
Strong and gentle he holds my hand
My face turns pale lip starts to quiver
Knuckles turn white protrude through my skin
Remove my shoes push my toes into the floor
Start to shake when they close the large doors
The people around me, don’t seem to bat an eye
And here I am afraid to die
My seat belt so tight it cuts me into
Totally focused staring at the crew
The stranger next to me holds my hand tight
When all of a sudden the engines ignite
Tears in my eyes when we take to the sky’s
Skin in my nails blood on his hand
just as well this stranger understands
Keep apologising while we are in the air
the crew gather round they generally care
Five hours later wheels touch the ground
Thank god for that am safe and sound
Written by M. BURTON
LOST IN THIS WORLD WIND OF LOVE AND LUST,
LACKING WHAT I SEEK MOST
IN WHICH WAS TRUST,
TRAPPED IN THIS WORLD WIND LEFT ALL BY MYSELF,
BEING SO YOUNG OTHERS BELIEVE I CANT MAKE IT,
ARE THEY RIGHT….
MY HEART AND SOUL SEEMS SO COLD,
FEELING LOST AND SO TORN….
IN A STORM BEYOND DESCRIPTION,
A WORLD WIND THAT CAME BACK AND FOURTH….
ONE MINUTE I WAS HURT ….
THE NEXT I WAS LOVED,
APOLOGISING EACH TIME FOR WHAT ITS DONE,
BUT IN EACH PASSING OF THE STORM LEFT ME….
WORRIED AND CONFUSED….
THINKING I HAVE FINALLY BEAT THE STROM….
BUT STILL I REMAINED LOST.
Copyright ©2008 Myishia Williams
You hit me to control me.
You hit where the bruises don't show.
You psychologically damage me, bend and distort my own mind.
You treat me like I'm an animal - like I'm the lowest kind of life.
I'm trapped in a world of no exits.
The world that you love is to me a living hell.
You buy a house and I'm your prisoner. You the guard and me in my cell.
You can now do what you want to me.
I loved you once long ago. I have suffered for years with your cruelty and never let anyone know.
I hate everything about you but to live I cannot let you know.
There's one thing I wanted to tell you, there's one thing I want you to know...
You should not have turned to our baby. My daughter is now lost for good. You broke her and subjected her to cruelty and that she will never be rid of, it will never be understood.
You should not have gone near my baby. I'm not apologising to you anymore. You push and push but this time you have pushed too far.
The policeman asks me why did I do it as they bring in the body bag.
He should not have gone near my baby. We are not his prisoners anymore.
Help! I can’t find sleep.
Tired eyes and aching limbs
A mind that seeks a rest,
It’s time to put my jarmies on
And don’t forget my vest!
As I switch off all the plugs
And check around of me,
Curiously I come to find
That sleep is trying to flee.
“Wait there just a minute!” I yell
Catching him by the toe,
“Just where do you think you’re off to?”
And “No, I won’t let you go!”
He struggles and he squirms
Stillness his enemy,
“Fine!” at last I agree,
“We’ll have just one more tea”.
Kettle boiled, tea is brewed
From steaming cup I drink,
But hang on just a minute
Now there’s time to think.
Days gone by, times of past
All come into my mind,
Whatever will my future be
And will it be unkind?
Sleep you’ve done it once again
You’ve taken peace from me,
You really are a naughty thief
Stealing all tranquillity.
Heading for the chocolate draw
The obvious place to go,
And before you ask to share with me
The answer is just “no!”
Comfort in my happy place
Is edibly soon found,
Though tired eyes I cannot hold
I really need sleep around.
Apologising reluctantly
For being mean to him,
“Would you like a cup of tea,
Or maybe even Gin?”
Now sleep has had his wicked way
He’s got me in his hand,
For I would now do anything
To nod off in dream land.
“Please sleep” I beg of him
“We’ve done chocolate and tea,
Can we not just now agree
It’s time for bed” I plea.
Then I notice with despair
Out of reach he’s climbed,
How did he manage to escape,
Have I lost my mind?
“Sleep I emplore you,
Please come back to me”
Tired eyes, bags and wrinkles
Don’t look good you see.
Up again I search the house
Look everywhere I can think,
“Sleep why can’t I find you?”
Tears now on the brink.
Finally “It’s no use” I say
Climb into bed I decide,
I really am good company
I’ve no idea why you hide
I toss and turn and close my eyes
Tight, stuck as if by glue,
You really are a tiresome pest
“Sleep! Where are you?”