Regretfully Poems | Examples

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The worst curse
of being human
is thinking too much.

Doubt is born,
then resentment,
then your own hatred.

Regretfully,
I’ve created
what I never wanted:
a pain of the soul.

Leave That Omen Behind

When you’ve had every chance and all resource in hand.
When you’ve been in good graces and known where you stand.
When you had God in Heaven reach down just to line it all up,
 
and you still found a way to fail. How could that be?
You look back in disbelief, regretfully
and feel like a failure, jinxed by a charm of bad luck.
 
Then you’re forced to ask yourself, “Should I go on?”
You wonder if maybe the timing was wrong,
that if you keep going, this time will it finally work out?
 
Cuz now there’s an omen that’s lurking behind,
waiting to take you down time after time.
It’s hard not to think that way, wondering what it’s all about.
 
But success in a very real sense is defined
as - starting things over again, one more time
than whatever the number of times it is that you’ve gone down.
 
Leave that omen behind in the re-view of life.
Drive off and keep going. Don’t even think twice.
For now, you know better in all things… this time around.

We Were Free

When we arrived in a new world after crossing the sea.
We were all seeking independence and an opportunity. 

Families would find it challenging, making it rough.
With a lot of hard work, it would provide enough.

The intention of this progress was to add more.
Not just more for those who are money's whore.

The patriots understood social contracts you see.
They left us with a limited government, and liberty. 

We are now waking up and taking a look at privation.
The question is what happened to the state of our nation.

Regretfully, "we the people" were sleeping, fast asleep.
Our eyes were closed and there was not even a peep.

Are we completing a circle of Representative Democracy.
Taking us back to a place where patriots fled, Autocracy.

Still angry are those from all those revolutions from long past.
There is greed wondering how long this democracy would last.

Will America, the land of the free, be taken without firing a shot.
With no invaders, are we being destroyed from within, we forgot.

Edward J Ebbs 02/11/2025

Exposed

From this angle the bushes do not conceal them.
Are they hinged or unhinging?
Each body is a prison gate for the other,
both seem stuck together by a pungent lip spit.
Feathering fingers pulse-play over gulping skin.
Greedy eyes zoom in,
unbuckling muscles sift and trowel,
modelling the creaming and palpable.
This public act despoils the evening
yet it also sweetens.
I feel the need to rut,
to suck inward all this carnality,
to sup upon this liqueur of spiced flesh,
even though my cupped hands
remain regretfully or not,
unsullied.

Beth

Reel me in, I’m feeling further
My Desmond daze reaps a soulful yearn as you cross my plain
Reaching out yet only my eyes feel you
She’s God’s oath
Betwixt my folded arms that stitch, twist a soulless gaze In which I cannot define
More-so, Regretfully refined
But as I realize that she was right
The moment has come for her to exit my life
She’s everything horrible about perfection
Winter’s perspective of autumns lesson
She’s every color of a supernova
An explosion to only bring me closer
Her mouth a blade to make me fall to bits
Touching her means cherishing  your fingertips
Sweet violet tendencies
Wasn’t it Eros who got in the way of his own arrows?
Begotten to lay alone forever
Begotten to write my own little words
What an unusual way to whimper 
“I need you tonight”

My Kitty's In the Fishbowl

I watched kitty inch closer to the fish
For you see she jumped upon a desktop
First a stool, then to a chair and then swish
My curious one had no bounds to stop

Back and forth she tiptoed around the bowl
Front to side she shadowed the five Lil golds
I couldn't see kitty being a troll
Yet it's her nature to see what unfolds

I gave her a little more rope to play
After all she outgrew her mouse and ball
From trust she looked to see if it's okay
My eyes regretfully did say it all

Go, go and explore but please don't you touch
Let those little fishes swim swim in joy
Can Lil kitty please show restraint and such
Yet kitty did find a way to be coy

She waited for me to let my guard sway
She dove into the bowl and caught her fish
To my kitty it was only cats play
Now a puppy instead would be my wish 

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My Incomparable God

I don't know the way to prostrate properly 
I don't know how to make supplications discreetly 
The droplets just drip down my cheeks 
That's how this thing mercy seeks 
I know my faults, so I feel guilty 
But I know my Lord, He'll so benevolently
forgive my sins, if I ask regretfully 
My sinful past can't hinder my path 
Because my matter is already dealt with and
I don't need a man to hear or attend
It's me and my Lord, and He does listen 
I wrong and wrong, repent and repent 
I cry and cry, and I return again
See His forgiveness, He always forgives 
And not to mention, the favours He gives 
Air, water, clothes, food, and family 
He has never seized, whether I am faulty 
And provides all these bounties solely
This is my Lord, my God, my Allah 
Nothing is comparable, He's the one and only

Remembering When

A common phrase in athletic circles,
    Speaks to the value of a short memory.
        Designed to move on from costly mistakes,
            While avoiding that painful slavery.

Regretfully, there's a side-effect,
    Causing repeated offenses taking place.
        Where the perpetual forgetfulness often
            Resembles, the stupidity on every face.

This cycle shows a lack of learning,
    Allowing ignorance to blindly lead.
        While skillful rhetoric veils the reality,
            Giving shade to those in need.

The conflicts seldom clarify,
    Any memory that stood before.
        As the past attempts to be re-written,
            With a clouded history to ignore.

So powerful is this illusion,
    Where what is seen is not believed.
        That the truth becomes ambiguous,
            In the shadows of those deceived.

Yet optimism is still abundant,
    Piercing through every now & then.
        As those afflicted eventually recall,
            To a point where they remember when.

Imposter Syndrome

I sometimes try but obviously am
bound to more often than not fail

To hide behind my cocoon spun
silken webb of lie's

For fear of otherwise being exposed
that I doth not possess any or little
or no intrigue or mystery at all

Besides what you see cowering
dastardly in front of you here before
you now

So mistakenly I take a bow forgetting
rather I should have been curtseying
instead

But regretfully for me my head over 
rules my heart 

When like baby I feel trapped and
am unable to react and am forced
into a corner 

As fear has stolen from me my
confidence and silenced my voice
so I dare not wish speak out

As I am so frozen statuesque dumbstruck
to the point I can not even in or through
the graceful ambient language of sign

Have the ability nor emotional depth
to display the sense of inner turmoil
pulsating through my veins down to
my core

And the reason why what not only
I but the world sees now in I is 

Someone suffering from a terminal case
of Imposter Syndrome

What To Do If a Hooker Loves You

Remain polite she's only a friend
Do not judge you do not know the end
Only come at her request, no surprises keep it best
Keep what you see deep inside
She does what she does only to survive
When she gives what she gives take it in stride
Little things add up as you set them aside
You ask "Does she love me? No, she could not."
Being poor and survival easily forgot
In my world I've seen men step aside
Never in my life could I desert my pride

Somehow words and promises
end up being kept
Missing words become reasons
they secretly wept
A woman is a woman made by God
as a whole
Emotions arn't missing they're just waiting to unfold

On my side I waited for the one to commit
too poor to ask a hooker to reluctantly quit
Then the day came she asked me to leave
Erased from her life I regretfully grieve.


{For Kenya}

Trees In Winter

Naked against the winter sky
their autumn finery lies moldering
beneath the season's first snow.
Where now the innocence of youth
and the boldness of summer?
How fleeting do your days appear,
too soon they are consumed.
Regretfully I marked your passage
while looking forward toward tomorrow.

Heaven's Gate

I had a dream one restless night...
It begun with a very bright light...
Then I saw myself standing inside Heaven's Gate...
And all I kept hearing is a giant voice saying, "It's too late...                            It appears they have chosen not to join you...
Having concerns for themselves and not for your views...
Leaves no room for those who need to pay their dues..."
Regretfully, I'm begging Him to give us one more chance...
His reply is " I've played the song and some chose not to dance..."
As I awoke the next morning I remembered the dream...
My mouth open but I couldn't scream...
Because not only was I cheated in life but also in death...
From the very family with which I took my first breath.

I Wandered Lonely As a Rose

I wandered lonely as a rose by Autumn's gate
as I lay there in still repose, petals strewn       
I fell apart like dessert moon; 

The scent that once perfumed my reign 
were mellowed by September's rain
I drifted distant in the woods. 

All my husks fell to the soil 
each petal dried right where it stood    
No gardener's hand of hue embroiled
that filament that quivered slow  
like dying embers of nights glow 

Shambled, windblown as the wind
beneath the last of summer's ray 
regretfully I did rescind 

As summer lost her fired splay 
I wandered, 
Lost and alone like a rose, 
until the end of summer froze.

Potd For Those In Need of Love

AIt is said and sadly wrongly banded about
like confetti at a wake 

By those who quite patently do not or will never know the meaning of true love

You don't know what 
you've got till it's gone 

Unfortunately I always did now it's only been affirmed 

And even though she is mine

She was never mine to keep

Regretfully in regards and only unto me

 I had to set her free to leave upon a jet plane 
to return home 

And sadly now in the not to distant future the only time I will get to see her

Is on this here silver screen starring back at me 

But i always knew what I had long before she even left

Despite yet still knowing I had to set her free regardless 

But maybe that for some is just what love is actually anyway

But far rather and better to have loved and
lost than never to have been loved at all

All I know is I have I always loved love Jo 
now sorely more than ever before

Try and Reach Goal So High

If you love to achieve
Never lower your limit
Let high be your ambition
Try to fly toward the Sky

Why should we restrict
Our goal to move ahead
To obtain golden victory
Which brings us bliss?

Work hard in full swing
Never turn back regretfully
If losses come and knock
Revive hope and proceed

In case you fear and flinch
That is a fatal mistake
Instead if you push forward
Your journey is rightly made

Fools quit in the middle
Wise men try till the last
Former reaps only defeats
Latter rules the whole world.

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