Poems About Regret by New Members
#regret
Poems about regret by new members. Poems written by members who joined within the last 30 days.
taizai
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 1:55am
19th Nov 2019 1:55am
when youre an addict and in love
youre the equivalent to the high i get from 5 shots of cough syrup and the weed wrapped in plastic wrap i keep in my bag
and the way your sweat drips from your back when you are done riding your bike to school is the way i want to slide down from your hug to your heart like cocaine to the brain
and i know you hate it when i do drugs
i hate it too, but thats a lie i always tell, that even you know is untrue
your father died from addiction and you think i might too
and i think i might, maybe, too.
but the process of me being dead with heroin...
and the way your sweat drips from your back when you are done riding your bike to school is the way i want to slide down from your hug to your heart like cocaine to the brain
and i know you hate it when i do drugs
i hate it too, but thats a lie i always tell, that even you know is untrue
your father died from addiction and you think i might too
and i think i might, maybe, too.
but the process of me being dead with heroin...
#love
#regret
#drugs
#shame
#addiction
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2 Comments
taizai
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 1:55am
19th Nov 2019 1:55am
when youre an addict and in love
youre the equivalent to the high i get from 5 shots of cough syrup and the weed wrapped in plastic wrap i keep in my bag
and the way your sweat drips from your back when you are done riding your bike to school is the way i want to slide down from your hug to your heart like cocaine to the brain
and i know you hate it when i do drugs
i hate it too, but thats a lie i always tell, that even you know is untrue
your father died from addiction and you think i might too
and i think i might, maybe, too.
but the process of me being dead with heroin...
and the way your sweat drips from your back when you are done riding your bike to school is the way i want to slide down from your hug to your heart like cocaine to the brain
and i know you hate it when i do drugs
i hate it too, but thats a lie i always tell, that even you know is untrue
your father died from addiction and you think i might too
and i think i might, maybe, too.
but the process of me being dead with heroin...
#love
#regret
#drugs
#shame
#addiction
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2 Comments
taizai
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 1:55am
19th Nov 2019 1:55am
when youre an addict and in love
youre the equivalent to the high i get from 5 shots of cough syrup and the weed wrapped in plastic wrap i keep in my bag
and the way your sweat drips from your back when you are done riding your bike to school is the way i want to slide down from your hug to your heart like cocaine to the brain
and i know you hate it when i do drugs
i hate it too, but thats a lie i always tell, that even you know is untrue
your father died from addiction and you think i might too
and i think i might, maybe, too.
but the process of me being dead with heroin...
and the way your sweat drips from your back when you are done riding your bike to school is the way i want to slide down from your hug to your heart like cocaine to the brain
and i know you hate it when i do drugs
i hate it too, but thats a lie i always tell, that even you know is untrue
your father died from addiction and you think i might too
and i think i might, maybe, too.
but the process of me being dead with heroin...
#love
#regret
#drugs
#shame
#addiction
24 reads
2 Comments
taizai
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 1:55am
19th Nov 2019 1:55am
when youre an addict and in love
youre the equivalent to the high i get from 5 shots of cough syrup and the weed wrapped in plastic wrap i keep in my bag
and the way your sweat drips from your back when you are done riding your bike to school is the way i want to slide down from your hug to your heart like cocaine to the brain
and i know you hate it when i do drugs
i hate it too, but thats a lie i always tell, that even you know is untrue
your father died from addiction and you think i might too
and i think i might, maybe, too.
but the process of me being dead with heroin...
and the way your sweat drips from your back when you are done riding your bike to school is the way i want to slide down from your hug to your heart like cocaine to the brain
and i know you hate it when i do drugs
i hate it too, but thats a lie i always tell, that even you know is untrue
your father died from addiction and you think i might too
and i think i might, maybe, too.
but the process of me being dead with heroin...
#love
#regret
#drugs
#shame
#addiction
24 reads
2 Comments
taizai
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 1:55am
19th Nov 2019 1:55am
when youre an addict and in love
youre the equivalent to the high i get from 5 shots of cough syrup and the weed wrapped in plastic wrap i keep in my bag
and the way your sweat drips from your back when you are done riding your bike to school is the way i want to slide down from your hug to your heart like cocaine to the brain
and i know you hate it when i do drugs
i hate it too, but thats a lie i always tell, that even you know is untrue
your father died from addiction and you think i might too
and i think i might, maybe, too.
but the process of me being dead with heroin...
and the way your sweat drips from your back when you are done riding your bike to school is the way i want to slide down from your hug to your heart like cocaine to the brain
and i know you hate it when i do drugs
i hate it too, but thats a lie i always tell, that even you know is untrue
your father died from addiction and you think i might too
and i think i might, maybe, too.
but the process of me being dead with heroin...
#love
#regret
#drugs
#shame
#addiction
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2 Comments
CeeCee-Elaine
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 8:06am
12th Nov 2019 8:06am
Little Red Lying Hood.
What's the matter, little Red?
Have you grown tired of hauling your scarlet burden;
through the vastness of his forest?
You never thought he'd stick around long enough,
to see what was kept in your basket?
Too bad it simply held lies and betrayal.
Grandmother wouldn't be so proud...
Good thing she's been dead to you for some time now,
and you took over her name in irony.
Innocence can be the only true fairy-tale,
but some still believe in magic.
So you mask your basket in a crimson cloak.
You may have a heavy...
Have you grown tired of hauling your scarlet burden;
through the vastness of his forest?
You never thought he'd stick around long enough,
to see what was kept in your basket?
Too bad it simply held lies and betrayal.
Grandmother wouldn't be so proud...
Good thing she's been dead to you for some time now,
and you took over her name in irony.
Innocence can be the only true fairy-tale,
but some still believe in magic.
So you mask your basket in a crimson cloak.
You may have a heavy...
#regret
#ImSorry
#lies
#betrayal
#SelfHarm
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CeeCee-Elaine
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 8:06am
12th Nov 2019 8:06am
Little Red Lying Hood.
What's the matter, little Red?
Have you grown tired of hauling your scarlet burden;
through the vastness of his forest?
You never thought he'd stick around long enough,
to see what was kept in your basket?
Too bad it simply held lies and betrayal.
Grandmother wouldn't be so proud...
Good thing she's been dead to you for some time now,
and you took over her name in irony.
Innocence can be the only true fairy-tale,
but some still believe in magic.
So you mask your basket in a crimson cloak.
You may have a heavy...
Have you grown tired of hauling your scarlet burden;
through the vastness of his forest?
You never thought he'd stick around long enough,
to see what was kept in your basket?
Too bad it simply held lies and betrayal.
Grandmother wouldn't be so proud...
Good thing she's been dead to you for some time now,
and you took over her name in irony.
Innocence can be the only true fairy-tale,
but some still believe in magic.
So you mask your basket in a crimson cloak.
You may have a heavy...
#regret
#ImSorry
#lies
#betrayal
#SelfHarm
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CeeCee-Elaine
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 8:06am
12th Nov 2019 8:06am
Little Red Lying Hood.
What's the matter, little Red?
Have you grown tired of hauling your scarlet burden;
through the vastness of his forest?
You never thought he'd stick around long enough,
to see what was kept in your basket?
Too bad it simply held lies and betrayal.
Grandmother wouldn't be so proud...
Good thing she's been dead to you for some time now,
and you took over her name in irony.
Innocence can be the only true fairy-tale,
but some still believe in magic.
So you mask your basket in a crimson cloak.
You may have a heavy...
Have you grown tired of hauling your scarlet burden;
through the vastness of his forest?
You never thought he'd stick around long enough,
to see what was kept in your basket?
Too bad it simply held lies and betrayal.
Grandmother wouldn't be so proud...
Good thing she's been dead to you for some time now,
and you took over her name in irony.
Innocence can be the only true fairy-tale,
but some still believe in magic.
So you mask your basket in a crimson cloak.
You may have a heavy...
#regret
#ImSorry
#lies
#betrayal
#SelfHarm
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0 Comments
CeeCee-Elaine
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 8:06am
12th Nov 2019 8:06am
Little Red Lying Hood.
What's the matter, little Red?
Have you grown tired of hauling your scarlet burden;
through the vastness of his forest?
You never thought he'd stick around long enough,
to see what was kept in your basket?
Too bad it simply held lies and betrayal.
Grandmother wouldn't be so proud...
Good thing she's been dead to you for some time now,
and you took over her name in irony.
Innocence can be the only true fairy-tale,
but some still believe in magic.
So you mask your basket in a crimson cloak.
You may have a heavy...
Have you grown tired of hauling your scarlet burden;
through the vastness of his forest?
You never thought he'd stick around long enough,
to see what was kept in your basket?
Too bad it simply held lies and betrayal.
Grandmother wouldn't be so proud...
Good thing she's been dead to you for some time now,
and you took over her name in irony.
Innocence can be the only true fairy-tale,
but some still believe in magic.
So you mask your basket in a crimson cloak.
You may have a heavy...
#regret
#ImSorry
#lies
#betrayal
#SelfHarm
42 reads
0 Comments
CeeCee-Elaine
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 8:06am
12th Nov 2019 8:06am
Little Red Lying Hood.
What's the matter, little Red?
Have you grown tired of hauling your scarlet burden;
through the vastness of his forest?
You never thought he'd stick around long enough,
to see what was kept in your basket?
Too bad it simply held lies and betrayal.
Grandmother wouldn't be so proud...
Good thing she's been dead to you for some time now,
and you took over her name in irony.
Innocence can be the only true fairy-tale,
but some still believe in magic.
So you mask your basket in a crimson cloak.
You may have a heavy...
Have you grown tired of hauling your scarlet burden;
through the vastness of his forest?
You never thought he'd stick around long enough,
to see what was kept in your basket?
Too bad it simply held lies and betrayal.
Grandmother wouldn't be so proud...
Good thing she's been dead to you for some time now,
and you took over her name in irony.
Innocence can be the only true fairy-tale,
but some still believe in magic.
So you mask your basket in a crimson cloak.
You may have a heavy...
#regret
#ImSorry
#lies
#betrayal
#SelfHarm
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Unredeemed
Vickie
Vickie
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2019 1:51am
2nd Nov 2019 1:51am
Ventured but nothing gained
I waited too long to hear your response...
You never did answer me,
and in those moments your silence said more than your words ever did.
I get it now.
It was like the whole time that Ive known you I've been treding in the ocean of all the words you've never said.
I thought you were quiet, but you just had nothing to say.
You and me,
no we are not the same,
not even close.
You are an ivory tower I can never climb.
In all your beautiful exterior Ive never once made it past your gates.
I'm a commoner...
You never did answer me,
and in those moments your silence said more than your words ever did.
I get it now.
It was like the whole time that Ive known you I've been treding in the ocean of all the words you've never said.
I thought you were quiet, but you just had nothing to say.
You and me,
no we are not the same,
not even close.
You are an ivory tower I can never climb.
In all your beautiful exterior Ive never once made it past your gates.
I'm a commoner...
#regret
#confusion
#ignorance
#disappointment
#hurt
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3 Comments
Unredeemed
Vickie
Vickie
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2019 1:51am
2nd Nov 2019 1:51am
Ventured but nothing gained
I waited too long to hear your response...
You never did answer me,
and in those moments your silence said more than your words ever did.
I get it now.
It was like the whole time that Ive known you I've been treding in the ocean of all the words you've never said.
I thought you were quiet, but you just had nothing to say.
You and me,
no we are not the same,
not even close.
You are an ivory tower I can never climb.
In all your beautiful exterior Ive never once made it past your gates.
I'm a commoner...
You never did answer me,
and in those moments your silence said more than your words ever did.
I get it now.
It was like the whole time that Ive known you I've been treding in the ocean of all the words you've never said.
I thought you were quiet, but you just had nothing to say.
You and me,
no we are not the same,
not even close.
You are an ivory tower I can never climb.
In all your beautiful exterior Ive never once made it past your gates.
I'm a commoner...
#regret
#confusion
#ignorance
#disappointment
#hurt
47 reads
3 Comments
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