Regrets Poems

FLOTILLA

FLOTILLA
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
her heart, once a crammed attic,
overflowing with yesterday’s dusty relics,
became a barren room.

each secret—a silent, fragile confession,
she scrawled on paper thin as skin,
slipped into the throat of antique glass.

a cardboard ark, ferrying her bottled truths,
down to the shore she walked,
where the sea sighs secrets of its own.

a flotilla of confessions and longing, 
a bobbing armada

Miss Holroyd Regrets

The cage creaks upward.
The ancient Otis,
ascends slowly from a first floor past.

He dreams on...

Outside the remembered apartment
the fat round nipple of the doorbell
reminds him of her -
Rosy Holroyd,
who once, without being asked,
shoved one of her large **** into his mouth.

He punches the doorbell with a flat thumb,
imagines her undressing,
getting those ample bosoms warmed up.

No response

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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

Without Regrets What Have I Left

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

Moving Forward

At times this may be hard to do but must be done
It may be easier to do after considering a fight won
When it comes to moving forward the battle is within
You know your destination and where you have been
Doing this will require putting the past behind you
Forgetting about everything you see in your rearview 
These

Regrets, I've Had Too

      I’m of the liberal limousine set
      Voting for Cortez for POTUS, you bet ~

        Wait!  She’ll outlaw fossil fuels
        And I can't drive or fly mules ~

  

Baggage

Like ghosts in my pockets, weighing me down,
burdens echoing with quiet sorrow,
coiling tight around the soul in silent pain.

Some weights like umbrellas cast aside after storms,
others iron shackles, rusted, locked in permanence—
all carried unseen, but deeply felt.

Knots in the spine, scars engraved on the mind,
tangled threads, riotous roots of clinging shadows—
held tight, wrapped in sorrow

No REGRETS isss YOLOFrvr

Did you know
Did you know

Out there across the world
There's beauty past your imagination
So much to discover
I want the tranquility
Somehow, someway
Vietnamese country side soothes me

No phone, a washed up relic
Drowned earlier on the trip
Mother was insistent on selling it

I said no
This is my device that shows my truth
A testament to my life
I was forced to before

Embers in the After Glow

In the ashes of silence spent,
cinders glow, tattooing the scene.
Even when I look away
the after-glow is still there,
with scars of burns that won't heal.
The after-glow sears into the days ahead
with a red-hot branding iron
scorching the future 
with cries of regret,
and the aftermath
of lies unforgotten, 
errors unforgiven.

I close the door,
close my eyes
but the smoke knows the

A Thump on the Head - No Regrets

In times of impending demise, you might see your life being replayed across your mind. Sometimes it’s in fast forward, sometimes in slow motion, sometimes both at once. Life flashes in random order, constantly cycling in and out like an out of control tilt-a-whirl at the county fair. You’d think that with all those moments

Remorse

Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these ‘it might have been’—John Greenleaf Whittier  


                                  without deep

Regrets

Registered voices polled
election tide Red 
getting their collective way.
Reaping, now what they sowed. 
Excited delirium mandated
targets, tariff topping. Tempted
serendipity. Look at you now

Wiped Out

Exhausted played out past the point of no return
and yet while I have breath there's a will
and still the fire within shall burn
but what with all the crooks connivers
cheats con men shuckers and jivers
it's a wonder such a sensitive soul as I
is here now and how quite aliver
tho' neither nor big or small
nothing at all

naked mattress

naked mattress

 the naked mattress seemed more abandoned
 than on nights gone by
 when european percale sheets
 lifted like a kite from the corners
 as though they had somewhere to go
 and struggled passionately to get there.
  
 the sagging mattress appeared cold—
 now that she looked at it
 from the way he had

No More Regrets

Consider wiser not emotion
We don't need to go back
After separation has done
Nothing to feel pawn again
Feeling sorry will fix all
Need new goals to follow
Stock trust not to wander 
Return hug who mend your heart.

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