A child's self worth, painted with words:
“You ain’t worth a pinch of bumble bee...”
Well, I think you know the rest
No, mom wasn’t the best
And she let me know-
She regretted having me
In later years, I felt the gravity.
Power words divide you as you grow
The two people to wield such power,
Father and mother,
Shaping you by the hour
Creating the world you know
And making sure the pain
In letting go
Was equal the time wasted
On a candle that wouldn't glow
Or outshine the dreams left behind
An accident for which I’m to blame
An accident bearing a name
Not worth a pinch of...
Excuse me for letting it-
Get the better of me
It’s still a loud memory,
But they’re gone now
And the future’s bright to see
Not because of them,
But because of me
I would actually say,
‘In spite’,
And I’d be perfectly right
Tomorrow and I, are a new day
And they, a cold and very distant night.
The orders were clear and for unknown reasons I was in charge given a loaded pistol and commanded to send everyone to a central area 5 kilometers away the enemy with overwhelming strength was already on the outskirts of our city pillaging plundering and taking prisoners within my designated area schools homes and businesses were were open and occupied schools were easy to evacuate students quickly complied homes were more challenging as some refused to leave orders were to let them stay if resisting as time was not forgiving force only to be used as defense if physical safety was compromised animals were allowed those unable to evacuate were to be left behind services were promised to be available at the gathering location transport vehicles were random and uncomfortable alerts were communicated through various media my dream ended when I woke up I noticed towards the end of my dream I was in stocking feet and regretted not putting my boots on I wanted it to go away to be like before I didn't like being mean to people
Not my jamm
Hope and Solitude
"I hear the ticking of the clock"
i count along...one...two
I didn't even get to ten
Before I thought of you
It's been a week since we shared words
Things said in haste regretted
And stubborn pride stands steadfastly
To vanity indebted
They say time heals such foolish wounds
But chance is likely meagre
With her you're home, safe and secure
With me, your wild and eager
"I hear the ticking of the clock"
The silence pierced by rhythm
My hopes of you, my soulmate
lie empty, unforgiving
Taken from "Alone", made famous by Heart
I'm not your priority,
Nor do I care.
I've learnt my place, it's certainly not fair.
The Flower dares to strive
but dreams to grow,
but she doesn't know she needs more
than the Moon's faint silver glow.
Her petals begin to shrivel, wrinkle and drop.
She was no longer able to look up to the treetops.
Her sight became twisted and slim,
For her flower petals drain of
her sweet colour.
She yerned and regretted rejecting the
warmth and the light,
As the Moon only had to offer the night.
It's shadows casted stripping her bare,
But she was to blame as the dweller.
A lesson tought well as she wobbles and stumbles.
For a Flower who dares to strive with only
a moon will not thrive.
Disoriented and departed from passing terra forma,
I sink further into the Sea of Tranquility.
As corroded chains of my existence dissipate,
What once tethered my soul to Gaia's gifts
Drifts aimlessly in the abyss of space,
Freezing as they pass me by.
Shards of ice sparkle like crystals upon their surface—
The only illumination against a bitter, lonely backdrop.
Without warning, I hear the beeping of my oxygen tank blaring.
Looking down, it says less than five percent.
Within mere minutes, deprivation will set in.
Before I black out completely,
The hope of rescue is no longer imminent.
It's now time to make peace with all that I regretted.
I peer out into infinity,
Praying I won't just burn out like a long-forgotten star.
It's getting harder to breathe now.
I can feel carbon dioxide flood my lungs.
Fear courses like waves crashing against the shore.
As the needle touches zero, taking in my few last breaths,
I separate soul from corporeal form
And float amongst endless galaxies.
“can we see your arms?”
how does one sentence effect me so deeply?
when the police asked that question
my heart plummeted in my chest
my eyes got watery
my hands got shakey
and suddenly i regretted everything that i had done
i didn’t want my grandma to see
how much i hated myself
how much i hated the body that i inhibited
and how much i hated the lines on my arms
but i raised my sleeves
she started crying
they asked questions
i don’t remember a lot from that night
not the questioning
not the ride to the hospital
not my mom sitting beside crying, asking why would i do this
i didn’t have a answer
8 year old me didn’t have an answer for why she wanted to die
just that she missed her dad
13 year old me didn’t have an answer for why she needed to die
all she said was
“i don’t know”
“im sorry.”
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 me again.
I have loved you, and I still do, it saddens me that you had ceased to.
If mothers didn't bear children,
laughter would turn into monotony:
can we imagine mankind's misery?
No infant would cry when they are hungry,
no noisy kids screaming and having fun!
Wouldn't God be mad at us,
calling us evil, selfish beings?
Wouldn't empty cribs not be rocked
while a sweet lullaby is not whispered?
A mother's duty is to bear healthy children,
God gave his blessing to devoted couples being
faithful to each other to bring forth their offspring:
how often does an unmarried mother sing?
The woman's role can be misunderstood,
many choose the single life, choosing freedom
from responsibility to pursue their dream:
have they regretted giving up their motherhood?
Memories are fickle things
They seem to love to torture
When you desperately just want to forget
Seems memory's fruitage is an orchard
They can seemingly come from anywhere
But they don't need to be regretted
They should still be remembered fondly
Not bemoaned, erased, or fretted
Because if memories were cheating
No one could be loyal
Just because something comes to mind
Doesn't mean your love is foiled
You can smell a smell or see a sight
Even hear a familiar tune
But none of thats a problem
Because he will still love you
So don't hate yourself for your memories
Your love's no passing fad
You can still be loyal to each other
And be grateful for what we had
You can go to blazes the angry son said
The next day his annoying father was found dead
Son regretted these final words all of his life
Never enjoyed another day, partied or took a wife
Others tried to sense some sense into him
They could not get through to sorrowful Jim
He was determined to punish himself the rest of his days
His life was in grayscale now, everything else a haze
All things that are said
In the heat of the moment.
Will be regretted
In the cold light of day.
So think!before you speak
For we can never take back
All those hurtful things
We never meant to say.
i fell
i fell hard
and not for a moment
ever regretted it
you were you
i was me
together we were
inseparable
still you're gone
i'll carry on
till we meet again
my fallen soldier
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
It was a cold winter night
I could feel my skin form goose bumps.
I felt a wave come over me
As if there was something wrong.
You told me to call 9-1-1
You also told me to give you a kiss
You didn't know if you were going to
Return home. The ambulance
Picked you up. I regretted not
Riding along. If I would of went. I would
Of had a chance to say goodbye.
Before long, he would be highly medicated.
I miss him every day. Now that your gone
I have no choice but to move on. I miss you
My darling but In this life I have to be strong.
L0ng.
For months, a poem was written a day
To serve as keeping my diary.
Wanted to stop at the end of a simple, pure and fun filling friendship.
For a while, my feelings and my writing headed different direction.
That caused me headache and panic.
Soon, I regretted for not letting my inner thoughts,
To flow as freely as it should be.
For suppressed my feelings unwillingly.
On top of that, I had no idea how to release my mind,
How to freely share my writing to mankind.
Then, one fine day in early this year,
After six months waiting and hoping,
Came along someone, who introduced Poetrysoup.com to me,
Somehow, it was like he answered my prayer,
And be my writing rescuer.
He also installed the relevant Apps,
And fully explained how to use it.
Then, all of the sudden, a thought of history would repeat.
Just like all other arts I currently pursuing,
It was initially inspired by someone with lots of fun,
But it ended up to entertain many others but the idea creator.
The new year just came around from the corner.
Am I heading to another disaster?
Dear God, please help me and take away all my sins.
If I ever did anything wrong, I honestly did not mean to do it.
While running i reached the shore
Days felt brighter - joys galore
Even my heart started to melt - it's hardest core
The dancy wind which i couldn't ignore
Then it struck - an unknown storm
No idea where it came from
The blue sky turned to black - a huge transform
Still fighting with a huge maelstrom
Got thrown in cold electric water - made my clothes tore
Regretted the joy once I held before
Storms laughed as I started to explore
I sank after the count of four
Even tides stood still , drumstruck by storm
Trees got firm , against the norm
By watching how the waves suddenly transformed
Thankyou
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