I Am Sorry Poems | Examples
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I am sorry to inform you that I had accident at home and I am now in hospital.
It will take some time to recover
I hope to back soon
Victor Buhagiar
she attended a wedding one week before her wedding was to be
priest said never marry someone in your life you do not want to forever see
forever is a long time, so make sure you are proud of them
She went home troubled, knowing she had to break up with Tim
He had caused her heartache, his betrayals were many
Including being caught in a tryst with her friend Penny
She told him I am sorry, I cannot marry you.
He knew it was right; this did not come out of the blue.
Cocoa Puffs and Dynamite
I'm four years old,
or so I've been told.
Watch out!
I'm high as a kite
on cocoa puffs and dynamite.
Great White Heron
Today, I was treated to a sight -
a bird with feathers of snow white,
but I didn't like his attitude,
and considered him a little rude.
He said, "Would you please stop starin'?
Ain't you seen a great white heron?"
Does a Frog Apologize?
Would you malign
my behavior as "out of line",
and call it an atrocity?
I am no monstrosity.
And does a frog apologize
to anyone for eating flies?
Pick up the phone, please
Don't leave too soon, I'm sorry
I am stuck on you
The sorrows we borrow,
the sorrows we keep—
are debts of the dead,
replayed in our sleep.
Blood writes the tally,
blood writes it in red;
tomorrow collects
what yesterday bled.
The sun drags its shadow.
The sun drags its shroud—
darkness advancing
cowering aloud.
Dry eyes at dawn.
Ashes inbred;
a prayer in the dust,
a prayer for the dead.
The sun flares faintly,
a wound in the sky.
The clouds part briefly,
yet cold will not die.
What was served yesterday
lies rotting today;
a banquet of abstinence,
a plate of decay.
Tears must be borrowed.
Tears must be sown;
the covenant is endless,
the debt as ever has grown.
I am summoned.
I am again sworn—
to gather the blood,
to nourish the thorn,
to water dead flowers,
for sorrow's reborn.
It was never my intention,
not a conscious decision,
to cause you any level of grief.
Our give and take wasn’t as envisioned.
Blindly, I let you fall between my gaps.
It’s not right or wrong, but fact that
I got lost in a thronged rhythm
recovering from things life had given.
You have always shone a warm light
selflessly bright into my life.
Stern storms drowned my content,
turned me until forlorn bent.
I pursued a healing renewal but
my drenched attempts were futile -
I didn’t mean to hurl you into my duel.
Please accept my sincere apology
for giving less than you handed me.
I’d never set out to hurt another
but denying friendship gratitude
colors me pallid shades of rude.
I am so sorry
I hear this almost daily
but it means nothing.
Sorry part 2
I see you almost everyday.
I want to put the wrong things right.
I don’t want you to feel neglected.
I need to make changes.
You look just like me.
I should have stayed.
We enjoy playing basketball
And football.
I’m trying to make up for lost time.
I wanted to say that I’m sorry.
I am to blame.
You make my life shine.
Hope I can make it up to you.
I don’t live a normal life.
I have a hard job working nights.
Next month will be your birthday.
This time. I will stay.
No more running away.
I can give you a big hug every day.
My Son Aiden Gadbois
I’ve finished with travels, for I can’t agree
With the reasons I’m discriminated
Won’t pay for the visa a notable fee
Won’t wait in the queue of migrated
I’m blamed for the crimes which I didn’t commit
Stigmatized for a thing they call “nation”
I’ve nowhere to go and I’ve no one to meet
My train doesn’t stop at your station
I may not be happy about it, but such
Is the case that I’ve to comprehend
My dear foreign friend, I don’t know you that much
As you seem to know who I am
I’m lazy, incurious, spoiled and defiant
I live in the land of the snow
I’m a parallel world to political giants
That all of you are, as I know
Think better of me, if you can, for I’m not
Your enemy or cater cousin
Who dreams to come over with problems he’s got
To share at least half a dozen.
Three days ago, my ophthalmologist performed my first cataract operation,
All went well I must say,
But I am seeing double today,
So please everybody who I have answered with persistent determination,
Excuse my typing, incorrect spelling and my intense unrelenting frustration.
I am sorry
if I did anything wrong
if I said anything wrong
but the disgusting
emotions are wrongs (rights)
No need for evil beings
On bombastic profiles
Sneak persons, fakes
right the emotions
I am sorry, I can’t change
This is not my swamp
Swim in it, it’s your sauna
I want honesty, not a sneak
I am sorry to the ones
Who never had a chance
No love nor opportunities
Due to circumstance
I am sorry to the unheard
The unseen, the forsaken
The forgotten, the disregarded
The ones from which life has only taken
I am sorry to the neglected
The mistreated, the ostracised
The abandoned, the rejected
Where love and nurture were never prioritised
I am sorry to the lost and lonely
The ones in turmoil and pain
The sufferers, the fearful
The ones with who sorrow reigns
I am sorry for all the bleakness and helplessness
The unfairness, hurt, cruelty that many endure and face
“It is never right nor fair”
Life can be an unkind and unjust place
From my heart …..I am truly sorry!
It's strange how some events in our lives
Can drive us straight to the edge of the precipice
And then how little it takes to bring us back
Just a word from that special someone we hadn't heard from
And assumed we had said something to offend them
It happened to me just recently
I was in a major funk then finally heard why
My silly attempt at humour had offended this sweetheart
We must always be careful of what we say
Especially through email or Soup Mail
Can easily be misunderstood without the voice inflections
That a face to face conversation creates
I am so so sorry that my lame attempt at humour
Created this rift... I have learned my lesson
I am sorry.
The blue and white teapot
that was stained with green algae
and had a broken spout
and was sitting on a terracotta tile
in our garden and had, for years,
gestated life in its plump belly
of brewed rainwater,
is now in pieces, smashed
by a clumsy blow
from my rake.
It has left a hole
in the world
that I have tried,
but cannot fill.
She is prissy, stuck up, arrogant, I imagine said Joey Lee.
Have you met her in person though? How can this prediction be?
I can tell because I have met others like her, some are on my blog.
He also threw this in. Have you seen her arrogant stuck up dog?
But have you talked to her? What is she like in person? I queried.
He stared at me as if I had eaten a smelly storm drain curried.
I don’t have to he replied. As if I am not understanding him at all.
I can tell by her look she is not normal or a nice person at all.
I could not help but feel a bit sorry for Joey Lee then.
Can you imagine how hard it would be to not have a friend?
For if you make judgements like this without meeting a she.
It means he also makes judgments like this on others named he.