Long Poems About Regret
#regret
Long poems about regret. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Sniper Files #1 Sniper Dream
#regret
#lust
#death
#pregnancy
#military
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Night vision
Crossing borders Canada never been here before.
Whole drive my mind and heart tore.
I still see you my love tears fill my eyes I still adore
Tree after tree each kilometer pass.
Pull up for petrol back out fast.
I'll break the steering wheel I don't ease my grasp.
Out by a lake British Colombia has peace.
Some lady won't quit speaking, go away please.
You don't know me not in the least.
I dint want to talk or eat with you.
I want to be alone is that wrong to do.
I had to move before my temper blew.
...
Whole drive my mind and heart tore.
I still see you my love tears fill my eyes I still adore
Tree after tree each kilometer pass.
Pull up for petrol back out fast.
I'll break the steering wheel I don't ease my grasp.
Out by a lake British Colombia has peace.
Some lady won't quit speaking, go away please.
You don't know me not in the least.
I dint want to talk or eat with you.
I want to be alone is that wrong to do.
I had to move before my temper blew.
...
#regret
#grief
#shadows
#suffering
#emptiness
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Laughter at My Father's Passing
My father told me, on his death bed,
My child you are more evil than was I.
Not because you fill people with dread!
And not because you have the Devil's eye.
Oh no, it is because you are a lot like me,
Only you do not regret the things you do.
As I breathe my last, you weep not I see!
Is it because you and I both always knew?
That one day you would eclipse me fully.
Congratulations, daughter... and farewell...
And after that, no more did Father breathe!
I can only assume, his soul went unto Hell.
Oh what am I, sometimes I ask,...
My child you are more evil than was I.
Not because you fill people with dread!
And not because you have the Devil's eye.
Oh no, it is because you are a lot like me,
Only you do not regret the things you do.
As I breathe my last, you weep not I see!
Is it because you and I both always knew?
That one day you would eclipse me fully.
Congratulations, daughter... and farewell...
And after that, no more did Father breathe!
I can only assume, his soul went unto Hell.
Oh what am I, sometimes I ask,...
#regret
#grief
#death
#acceptance
#denial
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a letter to my mother
dear mom,
people have divorced parents. this is something else. it's been eleven years since the last time we saw each other, and almost ten years since we last spoke on the phone. i was 7 years old then. i'm turning 18 in june. i'm on the honor roll and the student council. i got accepted into every college i applied to, mom! i'm going to be a clinical psychologist. i got a good scholarship too, despite missing about a third of my freshman year. i won't tell you why that is. my gpa took a pretty hard hit and i'll leave it at that. i work really hard in school, i think that's the...
people have divorced parents. this is something else. it's been eleven years since the last time we saw each other, and almost ten years since we last spoke on the phone. i was 7 years old then. i'm turning 18 in june. i'm on the honor roll and the student council. i got accepted into every college i applied to, mom! i'm going to be a clinical psychologist. i got a good scholarship too, despite missing about a third of my freshman year. i won't tell you why that is. my gpa took a pretty hard hit and i'll leave it at that. i work really hard in school, i think that's the...
#regret
#mother
#betrayal
#separation
#daughter
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Living Alone In a Relationship
Living alone in a relationship
Not something I envisioned
You living there, me here
Is great sometimes
But not great most times
At least it wasn't for me.
I missed you here
I missed sitting next to you
I missed touching you
I missed us.
I don't understand why
It was so horrible
For you living in my home.
You did tell me several times
You really did not
Want me touching you.
So I sort of said
Ok, well then ok.
Fuck it.
I got really good
At masturbating.
...
Not something I envisioned
You living there, me here
Is great sometimes
But not great most times
At least it wasn't for me.
I missed you here
I missed sitting next to you
I missed touching you
I missed us.
I don't understand why
It was so horrible
For you living in my home.
You did tell me several times
You really did not
Want me touching you.
So I sort of said
Ok, well then ok.
Fuck it.
I got really good
At masturbating.
...
#love
#regret
#relationships #breakup
#relationships #breakup
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TLDR: I finally learned to dream
Baby, dream of me tonight
so I can stay awake
and watch the world
on your skin
becuase I can't shake
the sadness
let me take one night
to slide
between the folds
of your being as you
dream in places
that used to be mine,
your dark lashes still
on your pale cheeks
and your chest
warm under
my palm,
I want to inhale the way you
smell of man and
that brand of soap
that clings to my
mind like your hand
clung...
so I can stay awake
and watch the world
on your skin
becuase I can't shake
the sadness
let me take one night
to slide
between the folds
of your being as you
dream in places
that used to be mine,
your dark lashes still
on your pale cheeks
and your chest
warm under
my palm,
I want to inhale the way you
smell of man and
that brand of soap
that clings to my
mind like your hand
clung...
#love
#regret
#heartbroken #passion
#heartbroken #passion
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Eastern Airlines, Flight 980, January 1, 1985
When I think of him
it is never as William Kelly
but just as Billy.
Second grade Billy
Rixey School Billy
Candy bar Billy.
First grudge Billy
That Billy.
That Billy is now forever arrayed in white
cool in white, beloved in white,
moving with glacial slowness
through whiteout memories
within an eternity measured
by a clock with no hands.
That is how I think of him.
We fell out over a candy bar ...
it is never as William Kelly
but just as Billy.
Second grade Billy
Rixey School Billy
Candy bar Billy.
First grudge Billy
That Billy.
That Billy is now forever arrayed in white
cool in white, beloved in white,
moving with glacial slowness
through whiteout memories
within an eternity measured
by a clock with no hands.
That is how I think of him.
We fell out over a candy bar ...
#sadness
#regret
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on the 7th anniversary of mother's death
I can hear her now, her voices
not so shrill as last year's
visit, but quieter
the desperation & vexation
worn down to worry-bead
sing-along-song
all hope of ever being
understood, acted upon,
plundered by the bony fingers
of death
seven years now
gone.
One says, why didn't you--
Another, anyone else with your gifts--
You never listened to--
Even now I cannot recognize
my own voice in this mad
duet,...
not so shrill as last year's
visit, but quieter
the desperation & vexation
worn down to worry-bead
sing-along-song
all hope of ever being
understood, acted upon,
plundered by the bony fingers
of death
seven years now
gone.
One says, why didn't you--
Another, anyone else with your gifts--
You never listened to--
Even now I cannot recognize
my own voice in this mad
duet,...
#sadness
#regret
#despair
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Conversation in the Bar
The soft hum of conversation and clinking glasses filled the air as I sat across from Sarah, the soon-to-be ex-wife of my baby's father. The atmosphere in the restaurant was charged with a mix of tension and infatuation, as we navigated the complexities of our lives. Sarah and I exchanged genuine smiles, both aware of the peculiar circumstances that had brought us together but thankful for our new friendship.
And then he walked in – the College Professor. Memories flooded back, like an old book being reopened. I had written about him before, an enigmatic figure in my past. Now,...
And then he walked in – the College Professor. Memories flooded back, like an old book being reopened. I had written about him before, an enigmatic figure in my past. Now,...
#regret
#lover
#pregnancy
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Mistakes Of The Past
We often think, if we could change the past, We would be happy, content, no regrets.
But changing past mistakes, only opens the door, For new and greater hurt, no more, less.
How often we think, we learned the lesson, That each mistake has taught, Only to repeat them again, and again.
At which point is the lesson for naught?
How many times must we go through this chaos?
Until we learn, to alter old patterns of hurt?
Why continue to make the same regrets, As each mistake repeated is sure to bring?
When do we see through lies, and deceit?
To the truth...
But changing past mistakes, only opens the door, For new and greater hurt, no more, less.
How often we think, we learned the lesson, That each mistake has taught, Only to repeat them again, and again.
At which point is the lesson for naught?
How many times must we go through this chaos?
Until we learn, to alter old patterns of hurt?
Why continue to make the same regrets, As each mistake repeated is sure to bring?
When do we see through lies, and deceit?
To the truth...
#love
#regret
#motivational
#inspirational
#LifeChangingMoment
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Flood Of Emotions
Caws of dark crows fill the forest edge, above my head, they roam the wide sky, casting oeerie screams into my innermost hearing, like a nail, piercing my heart. leaving a wide gap for the mind to ponder and, adreadful flutter of '' next to come ''..While The rocky hills send their Poetic Zephyr, awake a dormant wave of sad feelings.Taken into the hills and the pine forest, that lies beneath, i respond to natures' inner call, willingly following the beaten pathways, of shepherds and flocks, sometimes all along,i drift into Summer's musings, recalling the dead silence of the scorched evenings...
#sadness
#regret
#grief #dark
#grief #dark
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Broken
The night is dark and long,
My body and brain are so wrong,
I'm a broken person,
Of that, I am certain.
I ruined my mom's only chance of fun,
Because my body wanted to run,
I had heart palpitations, I'm broken,
I can't seem to get myself to function,
My brain and my body are in a bad position,
I feel lesser than phlegm,
My health came between them,
Between my mother and a good time,
I kept her away from something sublime,
Between her and the first Christmas party ...
My body and brain are so wrong,
I'm a broken person,
Of that, I am certain.
I ruined my mom's only chance of fun,
Because my body wanted to run,
I had heart palpitations, I'm broken,
I can't seem to get myself to function,
My brain and my body are in a bad position,
I feel lesser than phlegm,
My health came between them,
Between my mother and a good time,
I kept her away from something sublime,
Between her and the first Christmas party ...
#depression
#regret
#ImSorry
#heartbroken
#confessional
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