Sorry For(P) Poems - Poems about Sorry For(P)

She appeared like a shadow in silk, On 57th Street, Where men lose themselves Trying to impress ghosts. Victoria — that was her name. She smiled not with warmth, But with calculation. And I, foolish in my hunger for love, Mistook her gaze for fate. She asked if the Rolls-Royce was mine. I told her it belonged to my boss. She changed. The voice that once danced...

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As I lay in the dark with my head about to explode All the thoughts still stir in my mind The ones I try to be ride of...leave mostly behind Like the chronic pain in my skull that never ceases to exist You linger there like a crown of thorns digging deep into me with your pointed...

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As I lay in the dark with my head about to explode All the thoughts still stir in my mind The ones I try to be ride of...leave mostly behind Like the chronic pain in my skull that never ceases to exist You linger there like a crown of thorns digging deep into me with your pointed...

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It's been a year now And I'm still hooked up With the one who'll never know But let's cross this small ramp Truth be told I never liked you Others might say I'm quite cold But I was trying something new I guess I'm sorry though As you where there so I called you a distraction Pull me out of the...

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I sincerely apologize for posting a certain poem that offended a fellow Souper. I deleted it after I saw how the style could have been perceived as a direct imitation to what they were doing.  I should have thought through before I posted it. I deeply regret it. From now on, I will be more mindful and...

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Sorry is for people who have a conscience, who know that sometimes things happen that need a sorry. Sorry is a type of feeling of regret, that make us think about our actions or inactions. Like a moment when something is said that later we regret, we can learn and make changes at any time....

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You wear a crown forged in centuries of silence, Not of gold, but of tears—each gem a wound, Each jewel a stolen breath from lands unnamed. The sun never set on your empire, Charles, But neither did its shadow. At seventy-three, you ascend a throne Built on the backs of broken nations. Malawi mourns not your reign, but its own hunger. India remembers...

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We grip hands in shadows Winds brushing your tossed hair , Night dusting dew on our eyes And silhouette of waves Fade soft as your salt tears Wash me from wrongdoings. Contest: Some Kind Of Misty Nette Onclaud Dated Jul 6, 2025...

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There lacks no fear in death, ?No pain in the grave. ?The pen is mightier than the sword, ?I just killed a man. ? ?There lacks no pain in the heart, ?There lacks no tears in the eyes, ?But the pen is mightier than the sword, ?I just killed a man. ? ?The pen bleeds ink, a river of regret, ?As I sign my name to...

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"Good for nothing? Yeah, I know I am. I know I'm a disaster, I made everything worse all the time; I know it all, you made sure of that. Now, what can I do except saying sorry? Sorry for the existence I guess, I don't know what else... Every time I apologize you say I'm just saying, Trying to be humble,be good but always...

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Trapped in my head, I'm stuck in my past Of you and me, fighting with our memories . I want to reach out, but I can't pick up the phone Your betrayal still hurts me, my love turned to stone I lost my peace when I was you . Anxiety and depression was my only friend. I know you're...

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I am so sorry I hear this almost daily but it means nothing. ...

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—all this. You'd love it, but you lost personality privileges when you bargained against the middle of my chest, never starting compressions even though it was you who shocked me into an arrest. I'm still trying to break free of— ...

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I'm sorry for being black I'm sorry I ever cared Every moment Every smile Was pity Why be ashamed? When I'm just me Standards on standards to fit Expectations to meet People to please Now I am ashamed Ashamed that I could not fit and distort my true self for others Eight years old, on a staircase, trying to scrape off my complexion Maybe if I was not...

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If Satan had said sorry My hunger wouldn’t haunt me daily I’d breathe in peace And sleep without the weight of worry. But pride made him defiant He traded my hope for his ego Now I walk through life unknown With doubt as my shadow. If Satan had said sorry Maybe God would still feel near And grace wouldn’t hang from a cross Paid in blood...

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