Poems About Regret Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about regret published by members recently online.
KristinaX
Poem Published
5th Dec 2022 8:00pm
5th Dec 2022 8:00pm
Labyrinth of Dreams...
I am again wandering in the Labyrinth of Dreams,
Those dreams that remained after you,
I am quietly dying in this oubliette,
Those plans that I built have failed!
You are my Stalker of these claustrophobic corridors,
nostril ringed manacle gleaming gold cast from flames
Keeping me bound in this collar and fetters, choking me
And your eyes and the cold of the walls are catching fear,
I overtake the night, I step into infinity,
Trying not to notice my knees scraped into blood!
You stretch out your hand to...
Those dreams that remained after you,
I am quietly dying in this oubliette,
Those plans that I built have failed!
You are my Stalker of these claustrophobic corridors,
nostril ringed manacle gleaming gold cast from flames
Keeping me bound in this collar and fetters, choking me
And your eyes and the cold of the walls are catching fear,
I overtake the night, I step into infinity,
Trying not to notice my knees scraped into blood!
You stretch out your hand to...
#love
#regret
#loneliness
#dark
#emptiness
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KristinaX
Poem Published
5th Dec 2022 8:00pm
5th Dec 2022 8:00pm
Labyrinth of Dreams...
I am again wandering in the Labyrinth of Dreams,
Those dreams that remained after you,
I am quietly dying in this oubliette,
Those plans that I built have failed!
You are my Stalker of these claustrophobic corridors,
nostril ringed manacle gleaming gold cast from flames
Keeping me bound in this collar and fetters, choking me
And your eyes and the cold of the walls are catching fear,
I overtake the night, I step into infinity,
Trying not to notice my knees scraped into blood!
You stretch out your hand to...
Those dreams that remained after you,
I am quietly dying in this oubliette,
Those plans that I built have failed!
You are my Stalker of these claustrophobic corridors,
nostril ringed manacle gleaming gold cast from flames
Keeping me bound in this collar and fetters, choking me
And your eyes and the cold of the walls are catching fear,
I overtake the night, I step into infinity,
Trying not to notice my knees scraped into blood!
You stretch out your hand to...
#love
#regret
#loneliness
#dark
#emptiness
670 reads
40 Comments
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2023 8:50pm
23rd Dec 2023 8:50pm
All that Remains
pushing past the pain
and all that remains
is will
a primal instinct to stand
as you are forced to bend a knee
pain is all I have left to tell me I'm alive
pain then is my only friend
a tether to reality
the last tie to my sanity
the last coherent through
before downing in this simpering rot
is that love is also pain
and all that remains
is a masquerade
as life slowly fades...
away
and all that remains
is will
a primal instinct to stand
as you are forced to bend a knee
pain is all I have left to tell me I'm alive
pain then is my only friend
a tether to reality
the last tie to my sanity
the last coherent through
before downing in this simpering rot
is that love is also pain
and all that remains
is a masquerade
as life slowly fades...
away
#regret
#disappointment
#bittersweet
176 reads
2 Comments
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2023 8:50pm
23rd Dec 2023 8:50pm
All that Remains
pushing past the pain
and all that remains
is will
a primal instinct to stand
as you are forced to bend a knee
pain is all I have left to tell me I'm alive
pain then is my only friend
a tether to reality
the last tie to my sanity
the last coherent through
before downing in this simpering rot
is that love is also pain
and all that remains
is a masquerade
as life slowly fades...
away
and all that remains
is will
a primal instinct to stand
as you are forced to bend a knee
pain is all I have left to tell me I'm alive
pain then is my only friend
a tether to reality
the last tie to my sanity
the last coherent through
before downing in this simpering rot
is that love is also pain
and all that remains
is a masquerade
as life slowly fades...
away
#regret
#disappointment
#bittersweet
176 reads
2 Comments
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2023 8:50pm
23rd Dec 2023 8:50pm
All that Remains
pushing past the pain
and all that remains
is will
a primal instinct to stand
as you are forced to bend a knee
pain is all I have left to tell me I'm alive
pain then is my only friend
a tether to reality
the last tie to my sanity
the last coherent through
before downing in this simpering rot
is that love is also pain
and all that remains
is a masquerade
as life slowly fades...
away
and all that remains
is will
a primal instinct to stand
as you are forced to bend a knee
pain is all I have left to tell me I'm alive
pain then is my only friend
a tether to reality
the last tie to my sanity
the last coherent through
before downing in this simpering rot
is that love is also pain
and all that remains
is a masquerade
as life slowly fades...
away
#regret
#disappointment
#bittersweet
176 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 2:30am
30th Aug 2024 2:30am
Tuesday
There’s a line in a ‘90s action movie,
corny and based on a video game,
where the bad guy tells an outraged femme
that when he graced her village, for her
it was the most important day
of her entire life. But for him it was Tuesday.
Abuse can work like that. A punch, a jibe,
a thousand little cruelties
can make a personality,
so even years later, the woman jumps
at slamming doors, the man avoids romance.
But all those days, for those whose ways
are baked in violence, were mere Tuesdays.
corny and based on a video game,
where the bad guy tells an outraged femme
that when he graced her village, for her
it was the most important day
of her entire life. But for him it was Tuesday.
Abuse can work like that. A punch, a jibe,
a thousand little cruelties
can make a personality,
so even years later, the woman jumps
at slamming doors, the man avoids romance.
But all those days, for those whose ways
are baked in violence, were mere Tuesdays.
#abuse
#dark
#loneliness #regret
#loneliness #regret
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4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 2:30am
30th Aug 2024 2:30am
Tuesday
There’s a line in a ‘90s action movie,
corny and based on a video game,
where the bad guy tells an outraged femme
that when he graced her village, for her
it was the most important day
of her entire life. But for him it was Tuesday.
Abuse can work like that. A punch, a jibe,
a thousand little cruelties
can make a personality,
so even years later, the woman jumps
at slamming doors, the man avoids romance.
But all those days, for those whose ways
are baked in violence, were mere Tuesdays.
corny and based on a video game,
where the bad guy tells an outraged femme
that when he graced her village, for her
it was the most important day
of her entire life. But for him it was Tuesday.
Abuse can work like that. A punch, a jibe,
a thousand little cruelties
can make a personality,
so even years later, the woman jumps
at slamming doors, the man avoids romance.
But all those days, for those whose ways
are baked in violence, were mere Tuesdays.
#abuse
#dark
#loneliness #regret
#loneliness #regret
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4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 2:30am
30th Aug 2024 2:30am
Tuesday
There’s a line in a ‘90s action movie,
corny and based on a video game,
where the bad guy tells an outraged femme
that when he graced her village, for her
it was the most important day
of her entire life. But for him it was Tuesday.
Abuse can work like that. A punch, a jibe,
a thousand little cruelties
can make a personality,
so even years later, the woman jumps
at slamming doors, the man avoids romance.
But all those days, for those whose ways
are baked in violence, were mere Tuesdays.
corny and based on a video game,
where the bad guy tells an outraged femme
that when he graced her village, for her
it was the most important day
of her entire life. But for him it was Tuesday.
Abuse can work like that. A punch, a jibe,
a thousand little cruelties
can make a personality,
so even years later, the woman jumps
at slamming doors, the man avoids romance.
But all those days, for those whose ways
are baked in violence, were mere Tuesdays.
#abuse
#dark
#loneliness #regret
#loneliness #regret
129 reads
4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 2:30am
30th Aug 2024 2:30am
Tuesday
There’s a line in a ‘90s action movie,
corny and based on a video game,
where the bad guy tells an outraged femme
that when he graced her village, for her
it was the most important day
of her entire life. But for him it was Tuesday.
Abuse can work like that. A punch, a jibe,
a thousand little cruelties
can make a personality,
so even years later, the woman jumps
at slamming doors, the man avoids romance.
But all those days, for those whose ways
are baked in violence, were mere Tuesdays.
corny and based on a video game,
where the bad guy tells an outraged femme
that when he graced her village, for her
it was the most important day
of her entire life. But for him it was Tuesday.
Abuse can work like that. A punch, a jibe,
a thousand little cruelties
can make a personality,
so even years later, the woman jumps
at slamming doors, the man avoids romance.
But all those days, for those whose ways
are baked in violence, were mere Tuesdays.
#abuse
#dark
#loneliness #regret
#loneliness #regret
129 reads
4 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 1:49pm
20th Dec 2024 1:49pm
Dirty Little Secret
I regret, not telling you I love you,
When you needed it.
I forget, I always needed you,
And I didn't see it.
I'm losing it; the one I see through.
That I reflect.
When you needed it.
I forget, I always needed you,
And I didn't see it.
I'm losing it; the one I see through.
That I reflect.
#love
#regret
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13 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 1:49pm
20th Dec 2024 1:49pm
Dirty Little Secret
I regret, not telling you I love you,
When you needed it.
I forget, I always needed you,
And I didn't see it.
I'm losing it; the one I see through.
That I reflect.
When you needed it.
I forget, I always needed you,
And I didn't see it.
I'm losing it; the one I see through.
That I reflect.
#love
#regret
172 reads
13 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
28th Dec 2023 2:08pm
28th Dec 2023 2:08pm
Forgiveness
shadows of past mistakes haunts
the heart that nags the soul
for forgiveness and healing
a beacon of hope bestowed
teary eyes beg for forgiveness
showing the depth of hurt and pain
and yet the accusing eyes glare
forgiveness still deep among disdain
.
there's a pretty space somewhere
where healing begins again
like pretty flowers everywhere
sparkling hope of fragrance
release the chains that bind
the heart and soul shackled in hatred
grudges borne like suckling babies
embraced on a burdened bosom ...
the heart that nags the soul
for forgiveness and healing
a beacon of hope bestowed
teary eyes beg for forgiveness
showing the depth of hurt and pain
and yet the accusing eyes glare
forgiveness still deep among disdain
.
there's a pretty space somewhere
where healing begins again
like pretty flowers everywhere
sparkling hope of fragrance
release the chains that bind
the heart and soul shackled in hatred
grudges borne like suckling babies
embraced on a burdened bosom ...
#regret
#forgiveness
170 reads
2 Comments
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