Best Regret Poems

Now walking through the autumn of my life
Where maple leaves have turned from green to gold
I watch them fall in breezes turning cold
In a whirl-wind of harmony and strife
And I ponder, on the fact that I might
In the light, as another day unfolds
Have, like these...

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Why I did it, I don’t know
Tornado of regret tortures my heart

On a moonless night, he approached 
Limping toward me as I pumped gas
Why was it fear and not compassion
With which I greeted him

Surely homeless, he must have slept ‘neath stars
Society’s outcasts camp on the...

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Born out of wedlock
she gave up her baby girl
for quick adoption.

Twice married since, old and frail,
she laments her childless life.

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Contest: Regret
Sponsor: Frank Herrera

Chosen POTD-1st Oct 2016...

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Sun is held hostage by a blanket of clouds,
reflecting an agitated addict's ashtray.
Birds depart from soaked naked branches,
as eyes seek refuge from the ugliness of change.

I peer beneath this umbrage pitched upon the ground
anticipating a palette of summer to simper back
yet all I see are...

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Her name was Regret, with a rocket step
She was chestnut flashing, released lightning
In a century past, an age of side saddles and corsets
She was feminism set free, blazing down racetracks

She matched the undefeated wind
Besting the boys, again and again
Her arduous suitors, fools for the chase
Fell,...

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If I weren't afraid, I'd...
Have pulled that red lipstick
Out of my purse 
And with cover
Of sister and cousin
Surrounding your coffin
Replaced that drab pink coral
With your trademark red

We knew it wasn't a colour
You'd have been caught in dead




9/11/2019...

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I’ve decided to be rid of some things:

	a moth-holed sequined dress with bitter tags,
	the weeping journal of ennui and pain,
        the mocking trophy case of trophied dust,
        proud calligraphed to-do lists...

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The storms are raging on the rollin' sea, and on the highway of regret
Yes, I played around, was unfaithful to you, I'd change it all you bet.
I truly loved you with all my heart, but I tried to act all cool
I'd stay out partying all...

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Reach out to the ones you love today.
Important things to say and convey.
 Do not waste few opportunities.
To blame yourself at the eulogy.
 You might not see them ever again.
Surely inside your pain will remain.
 Do it before the Tears of Regret.
Right now my friend,...

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My heart will keep on beating,
my lungs will fill with air.
I'm not going to spend the rest of my life,
wishing you were there....

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Sun is held hostage by a blanket of clouds,
reflecting an agitated addict's ashtray.
Birds depart from soaked naked branches,
as eyes seek refuge from the ugliness of change.

I peer beneath this umbrage pitched upon the ground
anticipating a palette of summer to simper back
yet all I see are...

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C ountry roots beckon regrets of past transgression
O ne-way ticket meant to soothe my innermost obsession
M emories of you not fading with passing of the years 
I  mmortal flame has kept alive cherished souvenirs
N aively thinking I’d drift and just avoid the truth
G ames...

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I am not remembered in any form or way
Undeserving of their love and respect.
I understand, and yet I grieve.
For myself.

For what I lost
Ignoring the ones who could have
Showered me with love
But did not 
Because they knew me not.

I reserve my place in the cosmos
Of ignorance...

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Requiem for Henry and Sylvia

The papers arrived today. I gaze out the window of our posh villa and witness yet another spectacular Tuscan sunset. To my delight, a red-billed leiothrix is flitting about the umbrella tree, as if searching for its lost mate. I rise,...

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Locked within the confines of my mind’s dark cell,
Both convict and captor, a self made hell.
Each thought a shackle, every memory a bar,
Confined by my own mind, a prisoner of psychological scars.

In this self-imposed exile, I am utterly alone,
A solitary figure locked in a world...

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