Best Regretfully Poems
lasting...
all through your life, dear child,
the following crucial life lessons...
let go of the things
you cannot change;
all things beyond your control.
the past lies decayed
in your rearview mirror.
don't look back!
never mind
that "T" left uncrossed,
that "I" without a dot on top;
all the wrongs not righted.
don't look back!
never mind
what you regretfully did,
what was done to you,
what opportunities you missed.
focus on the present
and mine diamonds out of it.
don't dwell
on mistakes you've made;
they're supposed to be made.
do not lose sleep
the over opinions of others.
you have no control
over how people perceive you;
do not lose sleep!
let it go...
look forward.
the future awaits you.
you can never predict
what it has in store.
there's no telling
how the order of things will go,
how moments, events;
life, in general, will play out.
look forward nevertheless!
just keep busy living,
breathing, and let
the unchangeables all go.
Poem of the week on 03/18/2023
Writing Challenge - L words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme chosen: Lasting
Date written: 03/14/2023
Categories:
regretfully, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Didactic
Around the corner (20141010)
What’s around the corner?
What’s just beyond our view,
For the soldier and the foreigner,
What’s ahead for me and you?
Two terribly tired turtles
Which wearily weathered wars,
Survived cyclical separations,
Regretfully raised rebellious rascals.
Seemingly securely safe-shelled,
Ironically intently imagining inside
Future failures, follies, fallouts
Won’t waste, wreck, wipe-out their world.
Keeping cool. Keeping calm. Keep continuing!
Blindly burroughing. Blindly blustering, believing
Learning lingers, life lingers, love lingers.
For the soldier and the foreigner,
What’s ahead for me and you?
What’s around the corner?
What’s just beyond our view?
Categories:
regretfully, family, fear, future, life,
Form:
Alliteration
Fred The Hawk and his wife were most frightening to behold.
No one got away from them; they were in a class so very bold.
They had Fred Junior, most frightening, first time he was around.
But he was something quite unique, it was soon abruptly found.
With one hundred fifty birds to choose, he couldn’t snag even one.
The Ballad of Fred Junior, was soon sung by each and everyone.
His Mom and Dad worked daily to bring him up to his best speed.
But even they had to eventually, concede to their ultimate defeat.
Junior wasn’t like his Papa, and not like his Mama, regretfully, too.
So they eventually left him at our bird feeder, and waved a fond adieu.
Sink or swim little fellow, would become his motto, in the terrible end.
For after missing everything, he saw a nasty squirrel, chattering at him.
By now he was getting very hungry, and a tasty birdie would be nice.
But he set sail, and grabbed that squirrel, and man was there was a fight.
Unfortunately, Fred Junior was finally both: out manned, and out clawed.
Later he was found, soaking his bum, in the birdbath, feeling flawed.
True, he was not like his mama or his papa too, in what he could do.
But he was someone very special, I will say, most assuredly, as I tell you!
For there in my wood pile, he spied a little mouse, and with one pounce…
He had his dinner at last! He became a great mouser… imagine that…
The moral to my story is: We can’t always be…what we want to be…
And you may not find it, on the very first try. But YOU each must…
Find the special someone that… only YOU can be.
Categories:
regretfully, fantasy, fun, growing up,
Form:
Light Verse
I roll the dice one more time
One more poker card I ask.
I search for one last dime
Train my face to be a mask.
Luck be a lady tonight
Sinatra singing in my mind.
I clutch the rabbit foot real tight,
Love and happiness I will find.
For life's a roller coaster ride
A simple game of craps,
And just who will decide
Which roads and which maps?
Yet when the final game I play
And I tally up the final score,
King of hearts was not meant to stay
Ace of spades just wiped the floor.
Regretfully I fold my hand
I walk away with a sigh.
Love may be very grand
But the stakes were just too high.
Categories:
regretfully, introspection, life, love,
Form:
Rhyme
A curtain of rain obscures my view,
as I gaze out my window and think of you.
You've been gone for many a year,
leaving only memories for me to hold dear.
And hold them dear, I do indeed,
embracing them when I'm in need.
You see, the rain poured down on that day too,
as I gazed out the window, thinking of you.
A knock on the door and two uniformed men,
regretfully informed me of your life's end.
8/28/16
For Broken Wings Five rhyming stanzas - 5 only contest
5 couplets.
( This is fictional)
Categories:
regretfully, absence, death, memory, rain,
Form:
Couplet
The nurse ordered her to push, push, push
in her best proper voice
and linen balled in red fists knotted
and sweat falls from red face knotted
while Billy, head first, tugged and yanked by nurse's proper hands,
emerges, gently laid upon the blood soaked sand
motionless in the sulfur haze, almost well-behaved
amongst the rifle clatter and bewildered screams -
get down! get down! get down!
while Billy breathes slowly, undisturbed,
his eyes closed with new mom
gently caressing matted, cark curls,
her fingers, no longer knotted, extended,
Billy's tiny hands and infant fingers
grip the plastic ribbing
around the rifle barrel smeared in stickiness that flows out
from below Billy and onto sand, puddling, his lips chapped and parted,
suckling as new mom exhausted weeps
in relief of two arms and two legs and everything okay
as she holds him, hurting for him,
everything that might happen,
everything that will happen,
and she drifts off to slumber,
mother and child peacefully spent
in soft pretty colors
and the soft murmur of the television as the sedan
with government plates at the curb
and a Marine in dress blues (Oh, God) stands plastic in the doorway
and uses his best proper voice (Oh God, not Billy, Oh God)
to regretfully tell her,
and uses surprised hands to catch her when her legs
regretfully cannot hold her
and she sobs on the floor like a mother who outlived her son,
exhausted as the day Billy was born.
Screw this war.
Categories:
regretfully, angst, death, life, loss,
Form:
My Heart Better Fares . . .
The heart better fares you say when it cowers
not so all sails deployed you chartered a
relentless course for my heart but it was not
the intended stir in me you caused for
of such love games devoid I desperately try
to avoid any and all encounters you seek
and if your sea weathered banner sends
me scampering, it is because you see,
as I regretfully but so bluntly need to say,
I neither wished nor relished your forceful
attention and do gladly welcome the sight
of your disappearing flag.
For all the young girls and women out there
who feel they have become the source of
relentless, forceful, and unwelcome attention,
try to be kind, but stay strong and stand your ground.
Categories:
regretfully, goodbye, space,
Form:
Free verse
“Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie, face
Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race!”
“Address To A Haggis”, Robert Burns, 1786.
(Keeper o’er the Fourth Kingdom)
Robert, Robert, Fourth Kingdom
Gate Keeper.
No Telestial glory
Befits the poet deeper!
Wherefore is thy legacy
Robert Burns, regretfully
Wherefore is thy Haggis?
Thy Puddin’ flees before thee.
Thy Hippopotami give birth
Purple, purple, such deliver
The royal eggplant hatchling
That multiplies the giver!
Celestial porridge is thy claim
As such befits thy story
But no resplendent poet name
Perpetuates thy glory
Terrestial kingdoms blissfully
Reject that higher leaven
But thou hast won, delectably
That Kingdom Fourth of Heaven!
Categories:
regretfully, imagery, inspirational, literature, passion,
Form:
Romanticism
Infinitely I long for
Someone to write a song for.
Dismally I claim to be
Content with being lonely.
Pitifully I fake my glee
While my sorrow wallows slyly.
Regretfully the truth is:
I think I have lost my bliss.
But how, I pray, does one retrieve,
Thoughts they now cannot believe?
How can I regain my joy,
If my heart is not employed?
How can I avoid the noose
If I've lost my only muse?
Categories:
regretfully, confusion, depression, heartbreak, how
Form:
Romanticism
I do so love harvest thanksgiving,
That time of year which celebrates agriculture,
When church flips from being god-centred,
To remembering farmers and good food manufacture.
It’s not an Armenian or Amish allusion,
‘Cos tins are given no problem;
Natural remedies aren’t primed as better,
Than medicines, to the mind and body superior.
As a child who regretfully attended church,
I thought on that day of poverty and Christian giving:
That their offer was kind of a respectable food bank,
A silent redistribution of wealth, income and living.
No food bank is respectable, of course,
But they can channel wealth efficiently and appropriately;
And that the Church offers such for just one day,
Should be celebrated as a positive sign most definitely.
God is sometimes just such an abstraction,
Academically, he’s for the objective mind;
He’s not comforting when your needs are just so real:
Physical, emotional, psychological: he can be so unkind.
When you just need a meal on the table,
And need it supplied by someone else,
Whether by government, food bank or church,
It’s a person that's there, not divine impulse.
I thought it was moral to impose that on believers,
As a kid who just so wanted to talk and shoot,
About real mechanisms, real structures and methods,
Which made life’s systems, dynamics, art and roots.
Being grateful for food, diet and health,
Eclipses salvation humility and responce;
Eternal purpose lays as distant and non-tangible,
To people and belongings which have an unimpeachable force.
Farmers need to be remembered, given relevance,
For their labour, dedication and sheer love of the job;
It’s that occupation and training which ensures,
Our basic daily needs are met not just with contours.
The harvest basket every year means to me hope,
Nourishment for those who starve and scrape;
Church wealth rides so high and mighty on average,
That this real examination is something to advocate.
Categories:
regretfully, celebration, child, childhood, creation,
Form:
Rhyme
Another new day has begun
and I've been given one more day
to feel the pain I always feel
from knowing that I don't belong
and that I should have never been
Another chance to mourn my dreams
as I watch them laid to rest
and wait for death to come and trade
this earthly hell for one that's earned
with the sins that are my own
Yet one more day that I may cry
though countless tears I've cried before
again examining the faults
that I regretfully possess
within this useless bag of flesh
Another day for me to swim
in the pool of my self hate
though I've been hated all my life
no one could ever hate me more
than I already hate myself
I've gained more time so I can think
about that which is wrong with me
and everything thing I cannot change
for I have tried and always fail
to change what is just meant to be
Then again it's one more day
that brings me closer to the end
of my pain and worthlessness
when I'll no longer have to face
the darkness that consumes my mind
Inspired by Sami Al-Khaliti's The Cynical Heart contest
Categories:
regretfully, angst, introspection, lifeday, me,
Form:
Free verse
Feeling like we are growing apart, broken trust is the process how it starts.
Adulteration I suddenly became, a substance that tends to contaminate.
I lessen in the value of your love, from me being unfaithful committing adultery.
You start to deprecate expressing the hate, your disapproval begins to belittle.
Me saying sorry holds no weight.
Abomination arousing your feelings of disgust leaves my head hung.
Pulling triggers on a gun, decapitation from hurting your feelings.
I pray for forgiveness, I start to feel demented.
Love turns to mental illness; I diminish.
Do not walk away, please just listen when I told you I love you, I meant it.
If you can have mercy on me it will be a blessing.
A disposition to forgive, I promise to never do it again.
I cannot lose you; you are my collagen the protein that feeds my bones.
If you could love me once, we shall overcome.
If you can look me in my eyes and tell me your love for me has died, I will regretfully stand a side.
My cheating heart slowly withers apart.
Love that was once pure and true has now became nonexistence, since the moment I betrayed you.
You started your modifications as your emotions start the process of changing.
I watch you turn into a mutant because of my cheating.
I know there is nothing I can say to comfort you.
Your heart is hurting just as much as mines do.
As I watch your heart tear apart, both of our heart beats stop.
Devitalize as we weaken the consistency of our relations.
We both became a cheating heart descended inheriting emotional characteristics.
Our hearts dying slowly, while pretending to be living simply coexisting.
Categories:
regretfully, boyfriend, forgiveness, girlfriend, goodbye,
Form:
Light Verse
Don’t weep along side my grave, as I am no longer there.
My body rests close underneath, but my spirit’s everywhere.
Don’t weep along side my grave, as I’m those that we love.
They came to take me from this earth, for the journey to above.
You’d love it here, it’s magical. I’m healthy and I’m free.
I walk without so much pain, and cancer’s let me be.
I miss you, and it pained me to go. I left regretfully.
But now I dance until my hearts content, and my heart keeps up with me.
I have been rid of my heartache, all my pain and all my sorrow.
Now I know your grandpa will be part of my every tomorrow.
There are no bugs in my garden here, it’s plentiful and thrives.
In this magical heaven, my body and soul feel alive.
So please.
Don’t weep along side my grave, although I know it may be hard not to do.
I’m content and have been blessed & I'm always watching over you.
Categories:
regretfully, deathme, body, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Looking back to that year
Remembering and beholding the pain
I was gripped with fear
Even while in the coolness of the rain
It was worst
But it could have been just bad
As I felt as though my heart would burst
And it was way too sad
I got little chance to express
But a disaster it would be to go on
Then I made effort to suppress
The tears of moving on
I looked at the cloudy sky
It was as though I was threatened
To say goodbye
Or be regretfully battered
We departed and waved
Then we didn't see each other until now
And when I realized I have not waived
My mouth threw out a wow
As fresh as the memory could be
I remembered my sweet thoughts of you
And then it occured to me
That I still love you
Categories:
regretfully, for her
Form:
Rhyme
Each Wednesday evening, we eat soup and bread.
A simple meal like one our Savior ate,
Supping with dear and closest, trusted friends,
Taking the food to meet his coming fate.
Every one is regretfully afraid,
Realizing that our precious Savior dies.
Revolted that our black and grievous sin
Is causing Him to ride to His demise.
Traveling fearfully with Him to His doom
Until His death on cross on Black Friday.
All of us mourn and sorrow by the tomb,
Looking to promise we'll see Him again.
Sunday brings the most astounding vision.
He has risen! Our Christ has arisen!
Categories:
regretfully, seasons,
Form:
Acrostic