Best Sorry Day Poems
Pardon me pretty girl
I am sorry I let them
Ruin the beauty
You have impearled
They have conquered your land
And I have never seen
You smile, since you've become
A slave to their commands
Allowed them to, do those things
Pardon me pretty girl
I am sorry I let them
Rip off your wings
Abuse you
Misuse you
Rape you and laugh as you weep
Beat you to death and
Put your dreams to sleep
Their fingers are marked on your neck
Pardon me pretty girl
I am sorry I let them
Turn you into such a wreck
Never lose hope, beautiful
One day you'll be free
We'll soar in your sky
You and me
We'll sit in the shades
Of innocence, and your autumn's leaves
As broken songs are sung
By your chilling breeze
We'll laugh with all your colors...
Giggles of chocolate brown
Fiery orange, and intense red
We'll destroy the life of
Icy blue melancholy
That they have lead
We'll swim in your mysterious oceans
And wash off their sins
In a heaven where everything is azure
Only justice wins
We'll nurture your flowers...
That gave birth to aromas
I have never smelled
And ignite tranquil emotions
I have never felt
We'll water your emerald trees...
That held me with their
Motherly branches
In my desperate
Times of need
We'll hold your warm sun in our hands...
Watch your waterfalls cascade
Into frozen rivers of hope
That never melt
We'll kill the biterness that
You have felt
As your sunlight holds on
To our eyelashes
We'll nap on rainbows...
Where the only pot of gold
Is made of your past's
Burnt ashes
Until then I'll wait...
For that day when you shall be free
Pardon me pretty girl
I am sorry I let them
Harm you and me
Categories:
sorry day, natureme, sorry, day, me,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Life Beyond You.
At the core of my heart, where the air is cool
And the pieces formed have slowly parted,
Lies the innocence used as your only tool
Since the day when your hunger started.
I remember the day our lives began,
Cocooned in a silver cloud,
But I knew I was right when I turned and ran,
Our dreams, burned in a shroud.
I tried to think what I did wrong
Or whether it was even me,
But your hate was as fierce as the day is long-
The day when you set me free.
A blow to the head would have been quite tough
Or a bullet through the chest,
But the way you killed me was just enough
To lay me down to rest.
How clever you were! I remember thinking
When you dismissed every word that they said,
But the evidence was clear, and your life was sinking,
Whilst I slept silent in an eternal bed.
But as I watch you now, with your head held high
Smothering your face in a grin,
I make my way forward with a smile and a sigh
And I know you cannot win.
For I know your greatest fear of all
Of which you cannot see.
Your life, my dear, is due to fall,
And waiting there is me.
Categories:
sorry day, confusion, death, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Rhyme
Once there was a strapping young man that gave a beautiful red rose to a
charming young woman. She loved him so much that she would have given her
every breath for him.
One day he came to her and said,"I don't love you anymore. I am so sorry but
this I say is true. I can no longer live this lie. I say this for it is not fair to you that I
stay. It will only prolong your pain ad I will not be responsible for that. You are a
young and beautiful woman and some day you will find someone that is worthy of
you and your love, but that one is not I. This you must understand." As he turned
and walked out the door the tears began to fall like ice dripping off a roof top. She
cried for days and finally the tears no longer came.
The day all her loved ones knew would come. She had finally got past the pain.
She was gone, never to feel the pain of his loss again for she had given her every
breath just as she vowed to do. When they found her deceased body, she was
holding a faded red rose from days gone by.
Categories:
sorry day, death, devotion, lost love,
Form:
When you waved to me, Amanda
I liked it in my blindness,
I thought there were many in Uganda
Far better or in your likeness
Now east, west I wander
Searching your likeness
But I have got none like you, Amanda
They all lack your liveliness.
When I saw your back fading away Amanda
With bags balancin’ in your hands
I felt the whole world in my hands
And I saw a thousand beauties on my heels
But in a thousand I have got none
I have got none like you, Amanda
And now I curse the road that took you
And now I curse each day I go through.
When I saw you piling your things, Amanda
I didn’t stop a while to recall the day
The day I told my folks of you Amanda
And they said it was the most blessed day
From then words became strong like a thunder
But you didn’t listen to what many say
And I swayed in a wind with you, Amanda
Until on the fateful day
Now alone in the world I wander
Like a cirrus on a clear day
But if only I can see your face, Amanda,
Before my judgment day,
I still love you Amanda
And will always do
I will always do Amanda
Until the judgment day.
Categories:
sorry day, husband, lost love, sorry,
Form:
every year these streets get hotter and more cats burn
in and out of the beast belly taking turns
too many stories on lost potential
all they know is iced grill, steel,and street credentials
I not a hypocrite I'm well aware of what I did
walking that fine line between a man and a kid
I stayed drunk on the regular day in and day out
back when Private Stock use to make the 64 oz
I was clueless my ruthlessness getting me by
only plan for the day was get highs and survive
I was so young and restless
reminiscence on my first stick, first time I took some bodies necklace
Categories:
sorry day, angst, black african american,
Form:
Rhyme
All i could think about that day was,
Am i going to die?
I did something stupid,
I did something wrong,
I know i shouldn't of done it,
But i did it anyways.
I took 20 Tylenol PMs.
I had to sit.
I had to think.
I went to the neighbors.
I thought i was going to die.
They said to call 911,
But my mom said no,
Did you even care?
Did you want me to die?
I could have died.
And i almost did..
And all i could think about,
was,
Am i going to die?
Thats all i ever wanted right?
Was to die?
Yes.
But after you almost do die,
You change,
And realize how much you want to live.
I am on a mission.
That mission?
To find things to live for,
Then writing them down.
I have a past.
I have secrets.
I have things no one knows about.
But sometimes,
its too much for me to handle.
That day all i wanted to do was die,
But then i kept hoping i wouldn't.
I was ready to say goodbye.
I was ready to leave.
But then again,
I wanted to say hello,
I wanted to live.
And i am sorry,
For anyone i scared,
Anyone i worried.
I wish to do it again,
And i probably will,
But not anytime soon,
Or i hope not...
Categories:
sorry day, depression, life, sorry, day,
Form:
Free verse
Day after day i try to pray,
i pray you can forgive me and take my pain away.
I love you so much i cant help but feel regret.
I miss you so much, that my world is caving in.
I wonder if you'd still say you love me?
Your my unborn baby, i always wonder how you
would look... Beautiful of course, a melody of love,
a sinful remedey.
I hope one day we can be together and then i can show,
that im a good mother.
I will see you in heaven, were the skies are blue
and the world is nice.
Your my Harmony, and for you i would trade my life.
Categories:
sorry day, angst, confusion, death, depression,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
What can turn time back, to those unforgettable days.
The way I took advantage of your love, when I told you, I will never change.
What can put a smile on my face, and erase the guilt that's heavy in my heart,
Why did I ignore you as if you didn't matter, how come I didn’t say I was sorry from
the start?
The reproach I brought to your name,
The aches & pain, the suffering, the shame.
How could I have been so rebellious, so ignorant and selfish?
My pride blinding me, I couldn't see that I was being very foolish
And all the time I laughed at you, mocking you as you tried to share the truth with
me,
However, I turned away, throwing up my hand, without respect, and mindless
understanding.
I wanted to distance my self from you, telling you to stay away,
Giving you trouble, every time day after day,
For whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap,
Now you’re gone not here with me, and every day I weep.
I am troubled, heart broken, filled with agony,
Confused, uncertain because of this tragedy.
I'd never thought I'd see the day where everything would turn over on me,
Now, I am no longer blind, I finally can see.
But it's too late and there's no way you can here me say,
That I'm sorry for the pain I've caused my evil doing, my heartbreaking ways.
Why didn't I listen, why was I so dumb,
Why did I let my heart become hardened and num?
You were always right I was wrong each time, now I know
In addition, I'm paying for it each day I awake, with tears on my pillow.
Categories:
sorry day, daughter, loss, sad, sorry,
Form:
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>Step by step I walk away,
>Step by step I drift away,
>Step by step I fade away,
>Step by step I stay away.
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>Tear by tear I cry and sleep,
>Tear by tear I'm losing sleep,
>Tear by tear in dreamless sleep,
>Tear by tear in eternal sleep.
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>Hit by hit I feel the pain,
>Hit by hit I recieve the pain,
>Hit by hit I take the pain,
>Hit by hit I numb the pain.
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>Hour by hour I fall down,
>Hour by hour I feel down,
>Hour by hour I know only down,
>Hour by hour I am down.
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>Day by day I drift away,
>Day by day I lose sleep,
>Day by day increasing pain,
>Day by day always down.
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>Clayton
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Categories:
sorry day, angst, death, depression, sad,
Form:
Free verse
THE DAY HAS COME, SHE CAN’T STOP CRYING!
HE REASSURES HER AGAIN HE WILL COME HOME!
A KISS MAYBE THE LAST, HE TURNS TO GO…HE MUST!!
HE CAN’T TURN BACK NOW,
THE SIGHT OF HER OUT THE WINDOW, ONE TEAR FALLS!
CAN LOVE PROTECT HIM AND BRING HIM HOME?
DESERT, GUNSHOTS RING OUT!
HEAT…HE LAYS THERE DYING,
HE SEES HER FACE, ONE TEAR FALLS!
A LETTER NEVER RECEIVED,
A MESSAGE FROM A FRIEND;
SHE REFUSES TO BELIEVE!
SHE CAN’T STOP CRYING!
A KISS, THE LAST…
HIS DAY HAS COME!
BEFORE BED SHE KNEELS AND SHE PRAYS…
“REASSURE HIM I WILL COME HOME!!”
Categories:
sorry day, confusion, death, lost love,
Form:
It started off as just a fling
Nothing serious a simple thing
Then my love for her grew deep
It became hard for me to sleep
People said we were too young
Though we were she was the one
Even still with feelings strong
I was forced to do her wrong
Cause I was just a scared young boy
I played with her like a toy
Then one day first period came
I heard that girl shout my name
I looked at her and walked away
Not knowing her changes every day
From the secrets that she had
I learned that I would be a dad
My time with her I did deny
Now I wish I didn't lie
She looked at me with such disgust
In my words she once did trust
How could I put her through such pain
So I could be arrogant and vain
Now the day is drawing near
Would she still love me was my fear
Or was my timing way too late
To regain her trust and change our fate
When I approached with teary eyes
Her love for me she did not deny
She told me that she loved my so
And she never wanted me to go
She formed me to a whole new man
One who could love and understand
So with the largest stomach at graduation
I was her rock her foundation
And as those 9 months they quickly passed
I thought our love would forever last
One night she called and I awoke
When she yelled "MY WATER BROKE"
Just as fast as my happiness came
All my sunshine turned to rain
The doctors made me leave the room
At once there were screams that made my ears boom
I tried to suck it up and hold in my pride
But when I said I was okay it was all a lie
The doctor came out all teary eyed
"the girl u loved, she instantly died"
"but your baby sir she's healthy and safe
6 pounds 9 ounces that is her weight"
When I looked at you all I could do was smile
My pain left me for a little while
Now in you your mother she lives
In the sparks in your eyes and the warmth in your kiss
And though it started off as just a fling
To me your mother was everything
Categories:
sorry day, love, sad, sorry, day,
Form:
Narrative
We did steal their home, I doubt that ‘twas right
How doth Thou not see these sorrowful souls
Darkness hath killed this land, therefore their light
Terranullius? Thine sense burnt in coals
Thy help is hurting, how art thou so blind?
Alas! Hope of return, ever fleeting
Sympathetic words, but what of the mind?
We did not learn so we are repeating
The pain never ends, the breaks hath not come
We disrespect their beliefs, enslave them
thinking of then, a lonely mind turns numb
thoughts green-eyed, blinded by the shining gem
Evermore, sorry will be falsely said
Evermore, this absolute land runs red.
Categories:
sorry day, 9th grade, conflict, perspective,
Form:
Sonnet
Diamonds and pearls, precious metals too, are the kind of things I wish I could
have given to you. But you knew my fate I didn’t hide it from you, and you still
wanted, to try something new. It was going well, till you decided not to tell, then I
started to worry, what had happened to you.
I call you up to find you in bed, sleeping so soundly my call you did dread. So
without a care you whispered I’m sleeping here, then disconnected the only
chance I had, to explain why, I was feeling bad. All I wanted was to talk with
you ,to show how I felt for the night through, but you wouldn’t listen, all you
wanted was sleep. I call you back many times too, leaving you messages trying
to get through. These were in vain, then tarnishing my name, you never wanted to
speak with me again. Why couldn’t you see the hurt upon me, the worry, the
fright, what had happened to you that night. It might not have happened, but
promises were made, that we would talk before the end of the day. This is why I
worried not checking up on you, I know you have a life and things to do. A simple
little gesture on your part, would be all it took, for this not to start. Why oh why I cry
to myself, why do I care, when love so pure is left upon the shelf.
My love my darling, my precious one, what will we do without our fun. I know it is
hard I have been there too, but with work we survive each day through.
My love for you will always be TRUE
I cannot get you out of my mind, it is you I think of all the time. When oh when will
my torment end, please tell me when oh when? We both know another time a
place, possibly even another race; we were together, not being apart, we had
each other and a piece of our hearts. So now you know how I really feel, my love
for you so real so real. But if you don’t want to try again, this is something I’ll have
to understand. Being in different countries in different lands, makes it difficult to
hold hands. But there will be a day I have promised you this, when you will never
be, without my kiss.
My love, my darling, my love for you, will always and always be true.
EXHALE
Categories:
sorry day, confusion, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost
Form:
Everyone, so mad. Mad at me. Mad for not speaking but when I do, no one listens. No one
cares. What’s wrong with us? Why can’t we listen, why can’t we speak? Blaming me, for the
things I’ve done. Admitting to what I’ve done, they still blame me. “I’m sorry!” I yell.
I’m sorry for hurting you, for not believing, for lying. I’m sorry for it all, why won’t
you listen to me! I mean it all, I mean it. Why do you have to do this? Why do you have to
hurt me more than I’ve hurt you? Can’t you see the regret in my eyes, in my tears? Can’t
you hear it in my voice when I say “I’m sorry”? I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry. Won’t
someone believe me? What about you? Won’t you at least believe me? No? But why?
How many times must a man say he is sorry until the pain stops? How many times must he
shed tears for the regret and guilt he feels? Maybe one day society won’t judge you for
your past, but rather how you plan to live the future. Maybe one day we will all find
someone we truly love. Maybe one day the past will become changeable, then maybe we will
all get the second chance we all pray for. Maybe, just maybe one day my wishes will come true.
Categories:
sorry day, depressionday, sorry, day, sorry,
Form:
Ululation
the car keys lay before me,
never got your chance to shine.
What if God would not have taken you
to soar above us all.
Would we have been friends?
Or nothing at all.
I miss you big cousin.
I never got to meet you.
I try to imagin what you would have looked like,
but all I can see is the urn.
That day replays
with the song in my mind.
I never got to meet you
but still cried the day you left.
I knew that I would love you,
but instead I had to mourn.
In loving memory of BJ Davis.
Categories:
sorry day, death, family, lost love,
Form: