Best Apologize Poems

Don't ask me to apologize for being the monster inside
I refuse to set any agony i have aside
Don't ask me to torch out the fuse i have growing
There is so much torment behind this face without anyone knowing
Don't ask me to unmask this demon i...

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With these eyes I can see,
my fingers writing,
what my heart feels.

My letter was written,
then left on my desk,
lost amongst the bills.

It was meant to be sent,
with love and kisses,
hoping we could make amends.

The stamp waited to be placed,
your envelope wasn't sealed,
to the mailbox I never...

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When I was young my parents taught me…without ever telling me why
that whatever happens to me in life…boys aren’t supposed to cry.

For years I heeded that childhood lesson…and anytime tears escaped my eyes
I would quickly try to hide them…or if someone saw them…I’d apologize.

Even as...

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...But the problem with apologies
is where exactly do we start?
The Aztecs took thousands of slaves,
and ‘praised their gods’ but cutting out hearts.
The Indians enslaved each other,
and settlers in the many wars,
but the Spanish enslaved them,
equal opportunity horror.
And the British enslaved the Irish,
three hundred thousand sent...

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Ever so sorry

My sincerest appologies

It must be my turn to apologise again

As my forlorn downtrodden mood 

Is obviously stopping me from 
putting you first

And displeasing you and causing
some mild discomfort from
feeling so much better

So better i as you revert to type

As otherwise god gorbid you...

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Down he sojourned
On life's journey
Encounters upon encounters
Mistakes he made
Even offences...
To the people he met
"Apologize" ...he was told by some....
This he did
To erase his misdeeds
"Am I forgiven", he wondered
For others could not yield
To the gesture, so human
"Go get some counselling"
They advised...
Insinuating insanity
To such he said
"Apologize as...

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With these eyes I can see,
my fingers writing,
what my heart feels,
a message to my late mom.

My letter was written,
then left on my desk,
it was meant to be sent,
with kisses and love.

The stamp waited to be placed,
your envelope wasn't sealed,
that's the reason why,
to the mailbox I...

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Mom, you need to get it together, dear.
Your family problems are severe.
Favoritism in your home is seen clearly.
You’ve pushed him into trouble more than mildly.
Upon confrontations, you stand guilty.
This is oh so too familiar to me.

Mom, the born again Christian,
Should we mention?
Often she resorts to...

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An apology is a letter we write with our hearts to those that we know we’ve wronged so that we will be able to make the situation a little less hurtful than it was when it started.  They don’t always work, but those that...

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You have to do what God wants
If God put it in your heart
to go to the store and buy a whole bunch of canned goods for someone
Do it
You don't know what that person is going through
So don't judge
Someone told me
"The first to apologize is the...

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They cant deny the lies.
So they apologize.
They got in trouble so the boss severed ties. 
They're sorry they made you cry.

They didn't mean to hurt you. 
Its true, is there anything they can do.
They know their apology is way overdue.

They didn't mean to say those...

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I am not a graceful person
I am not a sunday morning or
A friday sunset. I am a tuesday
2 a.m. I am gunshots muffled by a 
Few city blocks, I am a broken window 
During February. My bones crack on 
A nightly basis. I fall from...

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Loving me is hurting you, I can see it in your eyes.
It breaks my heart the know that I am the reason you are  not alright.
Maybe if I explain to you what I am going through, maybe then loving me won't be hurting you.
I...

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tears rolling down 
from behind my eyes
It almost feels foreign to me now
I'm not used to crying
like clockwork,on the anniversary 
of your death
They well up once more
what a waste of life
What a thoughtless way to go

What a mess it was, 
the way it unfolded
so much...

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Only poo can make this world seem bright
Only poo can make what's heavy light
Only poo and poo alone can thrill me to the bone
So I fill my toilet to the brim with poo....

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