Short Regretting Poems
Short Regretting Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Regretting by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Regretting by length and keyword.
relax
embrace today
regretting past mistakes
overplanning the future- drains
today
By wasting time lamenting of past failures
We deprive ourselves of future successes!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 June 2020
"A difference between me and you is that through the regretting of life,
I except within the reality and i appreciate it in within my life"
-Ds-
Regretting one's past is like wishing to remove the foundations of his life's structure!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 October 2018
Wasting time regretting for things done leaves little time for things that have to be done!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
31 July 2018
Wasting time regretting for past failures is the surest way our future successes to undermine!
(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
27 June 2016
With untold pain in his heart
Up stayed all night
Regretting that with her
Had such a terrible fight!
(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
26 July 2015
Any sum of time we spent regretting past failures,
Is valuable time stolen from our future successes!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 January 2021
Better I lament not having more time,
With which to do, each dream'd thing I wish
Than end my days regretting that I had time,
Which passed me by, but I did nothing with
REGRETTING FITS--
Twas the jist of it;
My mind not into it;
Gotta be kidding me;
Must be me reality;
I may just regret this;
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Regretting past mistakes
results in sad feelings
remorse fosters sorrow
releasing acid tears
recalling how he lied
repeatedly; till you
removed him from your life.
Only Fools Fretting
Are only fools which will be fretting;
Each end result had been upsetting,
To receive,
And perceive,
And all of this they were regretting.
Jim Horn
Spend your lifetime regretting not,
all of those things that you ain’t got;
Because just like in birth,
when they cover you with earth,
you can only take what you brought.
No point in regretting,
The past is the past,
I made a mistake,
But it wont be the last.
I'll tell you i'm sorry,
And it will be true,
But nothing can change me,
Not even you.
Form:
Amnesia
Gone, Diminish
Confusing, Forgetting, Regretting
Name of Kids, Place of Keys, Clear Sight, Lucid Mind
Encircling, Penetrating, Remembering
Vivid, Immense
Memory
Pineapple cake tempted my taste buds
Sliced in the lunch hour of the work
Single slice was not ample
To satisfy cravings
Tasting two slices
Without thinking
In high blood
Glucose
Test
Such friends we are,
Such friends we were.
When we were apart,
We cried, regretting
Nothing but our mistakes.
Reunited and pre-forgiven,
Friends you, me, and anybody else
Shall forever be.
Regretting a dream
…Folies Bergere
Exhaling the magic
Marseille in despair
Seeking forgiveness
Vive Champs elysees
Mimes feigning answers
Montmartre chardonnay
(Café de La Paix: December, 1979)
Departed, broken hearted
Independent now is me
Victorious in the court room
Or at least I hope to be
Regretting ever getting married
Could anyone else love me?
Ending of a marriage that was never meant to be
If I knew back then what I know now,
Then I would have now done then what I do now
For if I did then without knowing what I know now,
Then I would now be regretting why I did then instead of waiting until now.
i find
myself
waking
crying
i find
myself
lost and
feel the
weight
of dying
why i
can't
move
even
more
makes
me think
of you in
a night
sweat
regretting
that you
can't
move
either
Form:
beautifully written
heartache i'm spitting
lets split a tear
spilt our fear
nothing to see
In here is where i'm hating
can't let go regretting
trouble for gettin
where i was and always be
trapped inside of me
Enough of sadness
Enough of longing
Enough of regretting
Enough of disappointments
Enough of extreme expectations
Because i love the peace of mind
So sometimes i just close my eyes
and whisper to future “Surprise me”.
there is a creature
of mystery age it is
no one knows when born
its difficult to gauge age
every year is young year
never growing old
ever growing young
better not ask really
how old the creature is
you may go regretting
with open broken lips
Written February 25, 2013
She carried her bones down the old dirt road
And buried herself down in Ohio
Between the reels and the stacks of the railroad tracks
How did we know she would never turn back
Now our heads hung low we're regretting that