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.
dimba8228
Poem Published
1st Nov 2021 3:40am
1st Nov 2021 3:40am
Hello stranger
Hello stranger,
It’s been so long. I can barely remember the sound of your voice. The memories with you are just out of my reach like one attempting to hold on to smoke. But I so desperately want to remember.
The memories are all I have left.
Hello stranger,
i see you from across the room.
We pretend we don’t know each other. I can feel
your voice echoing throughout the empty chambers of my heart.
Did it always sound that way?
We pretend we never saw each other’s soul as one would look into a mirror at a reflection....
It’s been so long. I can barely remember the sound of your voice. The memories with you are just out of my reach like one attempting to hold on to smoke. But I so desperately want to remember.
The memories are all I have left.
Hello stranger,
i see you from across the room.
We pretend we don’t know each other. I can feel
your voice echoing throughout the empty chambers of my heart.
Did it always sound that way?
We pretend we never saw each other’s soul as one would look into a mirror at a reflection....
#sadness
#regret
#UnrequitedLove
#MovingOn
#IMissYou
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Heart_of_Stone
Poem Published
31st Oct 2021 4:19am
31st Oct 2021 4:19am
The chains of hate
If only I could
I pray that I would
go back
to change the past
take back what was cast
angry words spoke too fast
undo the harm I caused
if only I had paused
before I reacted
with hatred transacted
my soul so diffracted
to go back
all the hateful words undone
before evil had begun
what I had done
hearts turn cold as stone
now I am all alone
hatred grown
reliving the sins
life begins a tailspin
until I find forgiveness
for all...
I pray that I would
go back
to change the past
take back what was cast
angry words spoke too fast
undo the harm I caused
if only I had paused
before I reacted
with hatred transacted
my soul so diffracted
to go back
all the hateful words undone
before evil had begun
what I had done
hearts turn cold as stone
now I am all alone
hatred grown
reliving the sins
life begins a tailspin
until I find forgiveness
for all...
#anger
#regret
#forgiveness
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
303 reads
5 Comments
OncleNyck
MatureBoy
MatureBoy
Poem Published
30th Oct 2021 5:49pm
30th Oct 2021 5:49pm
I AM SORRY
I am sorry.
I am sorry I see this in a different way.
Sorry because I try to go beyond limit.
I never knew you will feel that way.
Sorry for over-speeding.
You are great.
A great friend with a great smile
A smile that never fade.
Not even in pain.
Not even in your bad days.
Sorry I make you feel the way you feel.
If I could retrieve my words, I will.
I am sorry.
If could roll back time,
Just correct my mistakes.
To erase some words, I will. ...
I am sorry I see this in a different way.
Sorry because I try to go beyond limit.
I never knew you will feel that way.
Sorry for over-speeding.
You are great.
A great friend with a great smile
A smile that never fade.
Not even in pain.
Not even in your bad days.
Sorry I make you feel the way you feel.
If I could retrieve my words, I will.
I am sorry.
If could roll back time,
Just correct my mistakes.
To erase some words, I will. ...
#sadness
#regret
#shame
528 reads
2 Comments
catnip
Poem Published
29th Oct 2021 9:37pm
29th Oct 2021 9:37pm
ODE TO THE MECHANICAL DONKEY - a true outrage.
The constraints of excessive propriety.
The friction, the pressure,
the itching pleasures of the harness.
By these means the bounds of the self impart pleasure,
by such means the illusion of self is given libidinal support.
But I am tired, it is late.
The flashing colored lights
and ethereal sounds can wait.
So free the hand!
Free the stylus!
Remove the harness.
Let the animals
run rampant!
The friction, the pressure,
the itching pleasures of the harness.
By these means the bounds of the self impart pleasure,
by such means the illusion of self is given libidinal support.
But I am tired, it is late.
The flashing colored lights
and ethereal sounds can wait.
So free the hand!
Free the stylus!
Remove the harness.
Let the animals
run rampant!
#anxiety
#regret
#hope
#forgiveness
#boredom
246 reads
2 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
28th Oct 2021 10:01pm
28th Oct 2021 10:01pm
un[speak]able
dust
swirls,
their specks
reflectively float
glistening amidst
morning sunshine
just like that day
before
these hands
joint-ached
wrists and knees, too
signs of an inevitable
and supposedly
of fall
fastly approaching
(or was it rain?)
when certain aches
warn
with their predictions
steeped...
swirls,
their specks
reflectively float
glistening amidst
morning sunshine
just like that day
before
these hands
joint-ached
wrists and knees, too
signs of an inevitable
and supposedly
of fall
fastly approaching
(or was it rain?)
when certain aches
warn
with their predictions
steeped...
#regret
#grief
#suicide
#TruthOfLife
#hurt
1022 reads
30 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
28th Oct 2021 7:57pm
28th Oct 2021 7:57pm
Dreams Of The Past
Drifting away into a mishmash of dreams:
meadows and orchards
abandoned farmhouses
chickens feeding on sawdust and maize by wired fencing
an August heatwave
petrol cans and parched grass
an old wooden barn in the centre of a field.
Then he is fifteen again
standing on top of the mound by the railway line during another heatwave
watching as one of the local boys stumbles, falling to the bottom of the slope
into the path of an speeding train.
meadows and orchards
abandoned farmhouses
chickens feeding on sawdust and maize by wired fencing
an August heatwave
petrol cans and parched grass
an old wooden barn in the centre of a field.
Then he is fifteen again
standing on top of the mound by the railway line during another heatwave
watching as one of the local boys stumbles, falling to the bottom of the slope
into the path of an speeding train.
#regret
#childhood
#memories
402 reads
12 Comments
OG-Poetry
Poem Published
25th Oct 2021 10:12pm
25th Oct 2021 10:12pm
… of flesh and bone
the pedals froze
and fell off the rose,
is this a sign,
anxiety grows,
they’re on the ground
stirring all around,
wind is blowing,
but making no sound,
gathered them up
covered in muck,
searching for glue,
in my prayer cup
tried to be quick,
but they wouldn’t stick,
i should have known...
she wasn’t plastic.
and fell off the rose,
is this a sign,
anxiety grows,
they’re on the ground
stirring all around,
wind is blowing,
but making no sound,
gathered them up
covered in muck,
searching for glue,
in my prayer cup
tried to be quick,
but they wouldn’t stick,
i should have known...
she wasn’t plastic.
#regret
#ImSorry
#forgiveness
#heartbroken
#breakup
546 reads
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
24th Oct 2021 5:05am
24th Oct 2021 5:05am
memory fails me
it was summer.
she held a bouquet
of flowers in her hand,
or was it my heart?
I can't remember
now.
...sadness.
she held a bouquet
of flowers in her hand,
or was it my heart?
I can't remember
now.
...sadness.
#regret
#bittersweet
413 reads
4 Comments
DarkenedAuras
Kristina R
Kristina R
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2021 4:02pm
23rd Oct 2021 4:02pm
Accidental Suicide
Her spirit's in the wind
You can feel her all around
She brought about her end
A straight razor on the ground.
Her hair is black as night
Her life right down the drain
She had to shed some light
On all her pinned in pain.
She loved the color red
She'd cut all down her arm
Just before she went to bed
Never meaning any harm.
But one night she went too far
And she cut her wrist too deep
She died out in the car
Now all her family weeps.
Now she's stuck in between
Not in heaven nor in hell ...
You can feel her all around
She brought about her end
A straight razor on the ground.
Her hair is black as night
Her life right down the drain
She had to shed some light
On all her pinned in pain.
She loved the color red
She'd cut all down her arm
Just before she went to bed
Never meaning any harm.
But one night she went too far
And she cut her wrist too deep
She died out in the car
Now all her family weeps.
Now she's stuck in between
Not in heaven nor in hell ...
#depression
#regret
#dark #suicide
#dark #suicide
574 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
12th Oct 2021 11:20am
12th Oct 2021 11:20am
Falling Toward Eternity So Young
#regret
#death
#fire #fear
#fire #fear
399 reads
6 Comments
stoned
buggy
buggy
Poem Published
12th Oct 2021 2:19am
12th Oct 2021 2:19am
Angel of My Dreams (grj)
She's an angel,
sent from the divine.
Never to be mine.
She's a flower,
blooming ever so brightly.
On my mind nightly.
She's timeless,
an old soul.
God I am a fool.
She's a friend,
here since the beginning,
gone before the end.
sent from the divine.
Never to be mine.
She's a flower,
blooming ever so brightly.
On my mind nightly.
She's timeless,
an old soul.
God I am a fool.
She's a friend,
here since the beginning,
gone before the end.
#love
#regret
#hope
#admiration
#bittersweet
382 reads
1 Comment
Sexyseaschelle
Poem Published
5th Oct 2021 11:56pm
5th Oct 2021 11:56pm
If id only known then ....
On bended knee, Dear God I pray ...
What happened to my yesterday ?
What was once the future is now long in the past.
Father time sneaks up on you and races by fast.
And day after day as the time passes by ,
Sometimes with no laughter or a moment to cry.
As tbe sun goes down, then here comes the dawn.
Days become years and to soon its all gone.
And we often don't see it until its too late.
All the moments we wasted so clueless to fate.
How blindly we wandered and to soon we lost track..
All the time that we lost and can never...
What happened to my yesterday ?
What was once the future is now long in the past.
Father time sneaks up on you and races by fast.
And day after day as the time passes by ,
Sometimes with no laughter or a moment to cry.
As tbe sun goes down, then here comes the dawn.
Days become years and to soon its all gone.
And we often don't see it until its too late.
All the moments we wasted so clueless to fate.
How blindly we wandered and to soon we lost track..
All the time that we lost and can never...
#regret
#frustration
#disappointment
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