Regret. Poems - Poems about Regret.

And so I wrote another poem, love Are there any regrets running through your mind, Or was it just me all along? You kept telling me it’s because of your idleness, Yet I long for something more And so I wrote another poem, love Is there any pain in your heart, Or was it just me all along? You kept speaking of promises, Yet...

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Malevolent Forms of Warning Contamination of the water Insubordination of a teenage daughter Co-ordination of more lambs to the slaughter Provocation of the new world order Authentication of identity required for movement past the border to be sort Augmentation of solemnity as reflected in the afterthought Illustration of the ignominy while the power can be bought Condemnation of the...

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Not Invited When it’s that time of year for beer and reunion For high-jinks and thoughts and comradely communion And having a party to be reunited There’s one who won’t be there – who wasn’t invited. I don’t like to dance or to wear fancy dress. I don’t feel the need to get up and impress. To watch drunken foolishness makes my...

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I never buried certain names, They lingered like a scent in air. I whispered them through window panes And found them waiting everywhere. I never buried childhood roads— The ones I walked with bleeding knees. They live inside the softest odes And bloom like ghosts among the trees. I never buried what she said The night the silence broke our bed. Her voice still echoes...

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Fortunate failure of fallacy and regret Contortionist cartoonist illustrating what id like to forget Proportions of misfortune that I have to measure then reject Insubordinate illusions of what the deluded ones project Brandishing bravery as a tool to confront apathy Vanishing complacency as a fool faces his own pathology Diminishing returns on an outstretched Hand for mediocracy Banishing a word in fear...

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On Growing Older Sometimes my steps are steady, Sometimes my hands shake. Sometimes my memory falters, And I make some sad mistake. Sometimes I hear you talking But I do not understand. Just remember that I love you And I do the best I can. My skin is sagged and wrinkled. I look a little like an Elf. My eyesight's getting hazy, Sometimes I repeat...

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The end of days is a term Dark enough To make men squirm And real enough In a way To make one consider His final day… Without regrets…who’s to say And doing so I must look back On what I wrought And what I wrecked What I built And what I broke What I gave And what I took Then the book that tallies sums Finds me wanting And then some For...

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My name's ANGIE, are you listening? I grew up listening to that group called Rolling Stones I was told you're wasting your time by dreaming They never knew how harsh they were with those tones. YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT Words they thought were normal for dreamers I didn't see why not, nothing could stop that Until one RUBY...

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from winning a fortune to receiving a text my emotions can’t predict what’s next. a breakup, a letter and one more message from a mother why are we punished now? to break person you need to be a person and i haven’t managed to be one an empty shell the most colourful shell you’ve ever seen a dream letters i cut out...

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How perversely exciting it used to be, in the months after you made your decision to abandon this hopeless situation meaning [rueful laughter] the UK, not so much the shattered bones of you and me I was still hanging on, a faithful puppy getting up early and heading out to Heathrow to provide the welcome committee and then I went straight to work?...

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Eyes abused once innocent sparkle less than a yellow flame, window swept of a beautiful scent, Maps dusty appear and have bleed. Some keys never fit a door's lock and we are on purgatory's dock and forever all over flicking again, books never read have our name. ...

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Eyes glassy to the medication messy are the red on wrists I hate those grey heavy doors They carry only misery lore of the souls lost to hospitals And the final breathes A child make wishes. A youth afraid ceases of breathing would suddenly stop one day, with my autism child therapist now I hope it occurs every-day. Slowly a letter in an envelope With words reduced...

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I said I knew him— like the sea knows the moon, drawn, pulled, dancing tides to his rhythm. I traced constellations in the freckles on his back, wrote sonnets on the way he stirred his coffee, knew his heartbeat like a song I was born with. I could name the sound his silence made, the way his right eye twitched when he...

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In this lonesome world that was robbed of light, you alone came and lit it up, you are my salvation, my hope and my life. I have regretted letting you go, I desire to have you at my arms length for the rest of my life, but I surmise, you never would want to be with...

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What if forever was never meant to be? Just a story we told ourselves to sleep at night, A myth we wrapped around broken promises So they wouldn’t hurt as much in the morning. I loved you like a secret — One I couldn't tell myself out loud. You were my friend, But I whispered prayers hoping you’d look at me With the...

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