Least Read Poems About Regret
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Least read poems about regret. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
oskar
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 5:22pm
2nd Jan 2025 5:22pm
the beginning
The beginning
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, naturally, he asked...
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, naturally, he asked...
#anger
#apathy
#MovingOn
#regret
#revenge
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Ljdynamic
Poem Published
25th Jan 2024 7:55am
25th Jan 2024 7:55am
Emitting Into Dust
Lost in the gaze of my portrait
allowing myself to behold
a haunting cascade of regrets.
My soul gasp for air,
sustainability denied,
and the inner fire
continues to decay.
Soon to be an ember
and then to be no more.
Unfulfilled aspirations
lurk in the shadows.
They expand
as the light recedes,
and while the warmth departs,
I find comfort
in the cooling embrace.
The bare canvas
displays
the absence
of my presence.
In the echoes
of decisions made or not,
I...
allowing myself to behold
a haunting cascade of regrets.
My soul gasp for air,
sustainability denied,
and the inner fire
continues to decay.
Soon to be an ember
and then to be no more.
Unfulfilled aspirations
lurk in the shadows.
They expand
as the light recedes,
and while the warmth departs,
I find comfort
in the cooling embrace.
The bare canvas
displays
the absence
of my presence.
In the echoes
of decisions made or not,
I...
#regret
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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TheVORTEXRETURNS
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 2:42am
19th Jan 2025 2:42am
“To BE Young Again”
To not let the parables of rhyme
undo my feeble amorist and verse.
To not let the seething weariness of
time and test. Undo the span
of an unending curse.
To not see the cryptic patterns that leapt beneath the morrows.
To not let memories of my fading quest.
Feed my nightmarish sorrows.
To be young again. Oh how this thought makes me cower. For I know of its price and grandiose deals undoubtedly. The tragedies of this feeble wielding deal. A canker upon morality. As the truth would seem so forgotten with finality becoming so unreal.
undo my feeble amorist and verse.
To not let the seething weariness of
time and test. Undo the span
of an unending curse.
To not see the cryptic patterns that leapt beneath the morrows.
To not let memories of my fading quest.
Feed my nightmarish sorrows.
To be young again. Oh how this thought makes me cower. For I know of its price and grandiose deals undoubtedly. The tragedies of this feeble wielding deal. A canker upon morality. As the truth would seem so forgotten with finality becoming so unreal.
#emptiness
#fear
#frustration
#loneliness
#regret
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johnnyscarlotti
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 4:48pm
26th Jan 2025 4:48pm
f**k utah [redux]
#anger
#dark
#frustration
#regret
#sadness
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nostalgic_being10
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 7:02pm
4th Mar 2025 7:02pm
Paintings
Wounds that continue to grow in size,
Over the years, animosity accumulated.
Falsehoods that I wasn't hurt— but I was.
Self-loathing monologues, now familiarized.
Even after painted lines, I remain hungry, unsatisfied.
Sadness turned into anger,
Bid farewell when numbness replaced her.
For hollow and numb—that’s what my remains are called now.
How did I get here?
I am not certain how.
At first, I thought an act overtook my mind
Desires to be special, like an actress who prettily cries.
Then, my passion for painting...
Over the years, animosity accumulated.
Falsehoods that I wasn't hurt— but I was.
Self-loathing monologues, now familiarized.
Even after painted lines, I remain hungry, unsatisfied.
Sadness turned into anger,
Bid farewell when numbness replaced her.
For hollow and numb—that’s what my remains are called now.
How did I get here?
I am not certain how.
At first, I thought an act overtook my mind
Desires to be special, like an actress who prettily cries.
Then, my passion for painting...
#anxiety
#despair
#emptiness #regret
#emptiness #regret
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 3:08am
2nd Feb 2025 3:08am
M-F
Another day dawns
And I'm propped up
Like a pale corpse
To lead charge into battle
Pushed and berated on
A beast of burden
With no reprieve
From bound shackles
Sent home a shell
To my loves
A broken boned
Fading soul
And I'm propped up
Like a pale corpse
To lead charge into battle
Pushed and berated on
A beast of burden
With no reprieve
From bound shackles
Sent home a shell
To my loves
A broken boned
Fading soul
#apathy
#despair
#frustration
#hate
#regret
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rosegold
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 12:27pm
1st Dec 2024 12:27pm
Fruitless Season
Fruit sweet and ripe, out for the picking:
not a single branch on the tree hangs bare--
but idle hands turn up empty,
nothing gathered to savor or share.
Unused baskets collecting cobwebs,
sit forgotten in the dusty shed;
the hammock strung in the shade of the tree
rocks gently in the breeze beneath my head.
I wake to the sickening smell of rot,
my precious fruit scattered on the ground--
I shoo the swarming bugs from their feasting,
but not one untouched piece can be found.
My stomach turns, consumed with regret ...
not a single branch on the tree hangs bare--
but idle hands turn up empty,
nothing gathered to savor or share.
Unused baskets collecting cobwebs,
sit forgotten in the dusty shed;
the hammock strung in the shade of the tree
rocks gently in the breeze beneath my head.
I wake to the sickening smell of rot,
my precious fruit scattered on the ground--
I shoo the swarming bugs from their feasting,
but not one untouched piece can be found.
My stomach turns, consumed with regret ...
#disappointment
#emptiness
#regret #trees
#regret #trees
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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
5th Nov 2018 4:21pm
5th Nov 2018 4:21pm
I Could've Killed The Dentist
I was nine years old and had crooked teeth;
the dentist was so pretty, smiled and coaxed me plenty.
Her assistant was ugly thou, with rough and heavy hand (bad breath too), not to mention that the needle looked more like a katana to me.
I was sure they want to kill me and so,
I fought and had their hands pierced by that damned pointy!
But I was just a child and eventually, they won with the fifth samurai.
No, they didn't kill me, but I wish I killed the dentist (and her assistant) instead.
Because of them, I learned the...
the dentist was so pretty, smiled and coaxed me plenty.
Her assistant was ugly thou, with rough and heavy hand (bad breath too), not to mention that the needle looked more like a katana to me.
I was sure they want to kill me and so,
I fought and had their hands pierced by that damned pointy!
But I was just a child and eventually, they won with the fifth samurai.
No, they didn't kill me, but I wish I killed the dentist (and her assistant) instead.
Because of them, I learned the...
#regret
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Shon
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 6:25pm
27th Jan 2025 6:25pm
Discombobulated Heart
When I did not know no pain.
Life looked rosy, the future the same.
Now my heart is discombobulated.
Esp when someone Mentions your name.
Pain returns again & again.
Future looks bleak, black dog like!
Time slows to a trickle.
As light fades away.
I need space of time & distance.
Patience calm & confidence.
Till time speeds up again.
Times I've seen you.
Listened to your say.
Ok I'#ve had my say too.
I'm left confused.
As to what was actually said.
Do you find that's when others.
Talk about me...
Life looked rosy, the future the same.
Now my heart is discombobulated.
Esp when someone Mentions your name.
Pain returns again & again.
Future looks bleak, black dog like!
Time slows to a trickle.
As light fades away.
I need space of time & distance.
Patience calm & confidence.
Till time speeds up again.
Times I've seen you.
Listened to your say.
Ok I'#ve had my say too.
I'm left confused.
As to what was actually said.
Do you find that's when others.
Talk about me...
#BestFriend
#breakup
#MovingOn
#regret
#separation
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Chere-Rene13
Poem Published
1st Mar 2025 11:31am
1st Mar 2025 11:31am
EVENTIDE
Sky intro the STORM not willing to hide...Incoming tide, always pulls the unwanted in...EVENTIDE hues of dusk, not to trust. ENDING day, last of ENDING light of sight. Crawling on the otherside beanth of earth's belly of another kind of hell your shoes fill & fell upon. Paint strokes a crepuscular sky...Twilight maelstrom image...Darken visual depths...Dark holds such a abyss of discovery. Succumbing is the dimension of a sunset, well knowing it's place & time the universe has given the light of warmth. Fangs that punch the piercing swallowed taste of metallic red of blood, reign...
#bittersweet
#dark
#despair
#fear
#regret
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 1:10pm
5th Mar 2025 1:10pm
It's not my problem, it's yours
#anxiety
#birth
#choices
#regret
#sex
51 reads
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 10:23am
17th Dec 2024 10:23am
Torpor.
Everything is empty inside.
And I see your passing face.
Somewhere down the line.
I thought I knew you.
But maybe it was just the image.
I had in my mind.
This is the wasted space.
I take up.
Starving myself as punishment.
Just can't connect.
And be.
Pro social.
And I see your passing face.
Somewhere down the line.
I thought I knew you.
But maybe it was just the image.
I had in my mind.
This is the wasted space.
I take up.
Starving myself as punishment.
Just can't connect.
And be.
Pro social.
#apathy
#regret
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Regret
