Poems About Regret
#regret
Poetry about regret and remorse. These poems about regret take us on a painful journey, exploring mistakes, missed opportunities and feelings of guilt for failing to act. We all have regrets in life, whether we actually did something wrong, or have guilty feelings for something which was out of our control.
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I will be responsable for my actions.
My feet track through the sand.
It is evening, the sun not quite gone, but past sunset.
The beach is long, the sand is cold.
Keeping a steady pace,
a presence seems to join me.
I can feel it staring.
As my eyes begin to release a steady stream,
I hear it speak:
"Why are you crying?"
My steps falter, then continue,
a little slower and stiffer than before.
My hands are cold.
It continues "I do not hold any resentment."
The words feel honest,
like an attempt to soothe.
I...
It is evening, the sun not quite gone, but past sunset.
The beach is long, the sand is cold.
Keeping a steady pace,
a presence seems to join me.
I can feel it staring.
As my eyes begin to release a steady stream,
I hear it speak:
"Why are you crying?"
My steps falter, then continue,
a little slower and stiffer than before.
My hands are cold.
It continues "I do not hold any resentment."
The words feel honest,
like an attempt to soothe.
I...
#death
#God
#regret #responsibility
#regret #responsibility
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feral nights and caustic blossoms
#anger
#love
#lust
#obsession
#regret
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7x7
I muttered prayers
to open stars
on meth strained week-with-no-sleep
evenings trying to get some bearing
on what I wanted
stained clothes and icy pavements
melted asphalt in the summer
the stench of it cloying and thick
my own body caked in a miasma
of sweat and unclean
I opened my wrists to scrawl semantics
write to tear the demons of thought from my psyche try to make sense of what I am
where I came from
all the scars
fractures and moments
are a kaleidoscope of broken
that were followed by...
to open stars
on meth strained week-with-no-sleep
evenings trying to get some bearing
on what I wanted
stained clothes and icy pavements
melted asphalt in the summer
the stench of it cloying and thick
my own body caked in a miasma
of sweat and unclean
I opened my wrists to scrawl semantics
write to tear the demons of thought from my psyche try to make sense of what I am
where I came from
all the scars
fractures and moments
are a kaleidoscope of broken
that were followed by...
#confusion
#grief
#regret #shame
#regret #shame
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God's honest truth
As she lays in the hospital bed dying,
i have great sadness that my wife of 35 years is at death's door
There was so much more that we could have done together
My only regret is that I never hit her
That's the one thing I would do if I had to do it all over again
i have great sadness that my wife of 35 years is at death's door
There was so much more that we could have done together
My only regret is that I never hit her
That's the one thing I would do if I had to do it all over again
#death
#marriage
#regret
#sadness
#violence
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5x7
I’ve always wanted to be able
to draw
to paint
to render in picture perfect portrait
a moment
so flowers will live forever
or as forever as the blades of the brush strokes cut into the canvass will last
but I remember that I’m careless with
with beauty and my clumsy hands
often cling too tight to make anything
more than a mess of it all
I’d still try
if it meant I could capture
the moment I broke your heart again
because even amidst the ravages of agony
you
you’re still beautiful
while our...
to draw
to paint
to render in picture perfect portrait
a moment
so flowers will live forever
or as forever as the blades of the brush strokes cut into the canvass will last
but I remember that I’m careless with
with beauty and my clumsy hands
often cling too tight to make anything
more than a mess of it all
I’d still try
if it meant I could capture
the moment I broke your heart again
because even amidst the ravages of agony
you
you’re still beautiful
while our...
#frustration
#heartbroken
#regret
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The Realtor gave me the keys for a last walkthrough
#anger
#love
#obsession
#regret
#sadness
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3x7
3x7
it’s 3am again and my eyes are nailed open
by my own insomniac dementia
I mime a cigarette to my lips
old habits still come to the fore
when you’ve lost everything except
except the ability
to awake and drag your carcass
to work
because you made a commitment
you made it and now you have to suffer
for the art
I pretend to remember the time my ancestors
had time to think
to breathe
to do anything more than stare
at blinking cursors and flashing lights
my ADHD loves that light
it’s...
it’s 3am again and my eyes are nailed open
by my own insomniac dementia
I mime a cigarette to my lips
old habits still come to the fore
when you’ve lost everything except
except the ability
to awake and drag your carcass
to work
because you made a commitment
you made it and now you have to suffer
for the art
I pretend to remember the time my ancestors
had time to think
to breathe
to do anything more than stare
at blinking cursors and flashing lights
my ADHD loves that light
it’s...
#bittersweet
#disappointment
#regret
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4x7
It’s been a while
a long while since I’ve sat and looked
spent the spinning moments of a coin
to snapshot a spark of joy amidst life’s chaos
clouds careen off the cragged peak
hills greened and flush with growth
as rain quenched thirst from dust and
brought life to the hills
sheep graze on the grass
the way I savour my first coffee
Corellas careen and squawk their din
at the flared yellow sun as it drowns in the
ocean
the irony of this is not lost behind the scene of white feathers, ostentatious head plumage
the...
a long while since I’ve sat and looked
spent the spinning moments of a coin
to snapshot a spark of joy amidst life’s chaos
clouds careen off the cragged peak
hills greened and flush with growth
as rain quenched thirst from dust and
brought life to the hills
sheep graze on the grass
the way I savour my first coffee
Corellas careen and squawk their din
at the flared yellow sun as it drowns in the
ocean
the irony of this is not lost behind the scene of white feathers, ostentatious head plumage
the...
#regret
#sadness
#TimeHeals
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Too Good To Be True
She was the hue of twilight in summer,
the hills rolled before her
like the sea before Moses.
The eternal goddess of my soul.
And then,
she spelled Thursday,
with an “F”
the hills rolled before her
like the sea before Moses.
The eternal goddess of my soul.
And then,
she spelled Thursday,
with an “F”
#funny
#love
#regret
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Date Night
#dark
#regret
#sadness
#shame
#violence
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Bumped Into
It’s been years
How you doing? How you been?
Do you still catch up with the guys from way back when?
Are you married? Kids?
Got yourself a girl?
Have you finally met the one that you get to call your world?
I’m fine, thanks for asking
No no really I’m just great
But is it normal to wish I could plan my final day?
Would you show up? Cry?
Would you even care?
That I spend my whole life wishing you were there?
I’m sorry, I’ll stop
I know you haven’t got all day
Yet I keep wishing I’ll finally hear you say:
“I love...
How you doing? How you been?
Do you still catch up with the guys from way back when?
Are you married? Kids?
Got yourself a girl?
Have you finally met the one that you get to call your world?
I’m fine, thanks for asking
No no really I’m just great
But is it normal to wish I could plan my final day?
Would you show up? Cry?
Would you even care?
That I spend my whole life wishing you were there?
I’m sorry, I’ll stop
I know you haven’t got all day
Yet I keep wishing I’ll finally hear you say:
“I love...
#IMissYou
#regret
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Number One
Try so hard,
Get so far,
Taking it all the way to the end
And when,
In the end...
Trying and pushing
And putting my face to the grindstone
Days and days of endless working
To get to the top
Then just
Stop.
Number one,
One and done.
Then what?
At the end of the road
No where to go
On the edge of a cliff
Previously covered by a mist
Obscuring the view
Of a path to no where.
Number one,
One and done.
How come?
Disappointment
Contempt
That...
Get so far,
Taking it all the way to the end
And when,
In the end...
Trying and pushing
And putting my face to the grindstone
Days and days of endless working
To get to the top
Then just
Stop.
Number one,
One and done.
Then what?
At the end of the road
No where to go
On the edge of a cliff
Previously covered by a mist
Obscuring the view
Of a path to no where.
Number one,
One and done.
How come?
Disappointment
Contempt
That...
#regret
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