Regret Poems
For the Love of My Father
by Samuel Cody
There's always pain in the music of the night
It summons all my broken dreams to come dance about my mind,
And in their fractured shadows, I contemplate your plight
Yet in that frantic jig, no answers can I find.
Nothing I consider can justify your bitter flight,
When by all your wretched flaws you were confined
All my strength of will cannot manifest my dreams that we'd reunite.
Were you scared of yourself, or this child you left behind?
My heart bleeds with tormented hate, as I sit beneath the midnight sun
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Had I Known
by Graham Ereks
My heart bleeds; my soul weeps
For my life is manacled with
The fetter, desolation.
Had I known, I’d have
Scurried the very moment
I set my eyes on her,
For my old man warned me;
Oh yes, he did but little
Did I understand the worth
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Holes
by Steve Otieno
if you ever cut yourself out of the frame,
you are responsible for how softly
or crudely
you lower yourself to the ground,
you should lower yourself softly,
so you won't have to remind all and sundry
how no one was there to catch you
when you fell,
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villian arc
by Morgan Cockerham
I am the echo of your wants,
a whisper you can’t chase.
And when you reach for me,
I’m gone—like smoke you can't erase.
I've got some tricks tucked up my sleeve.
I've become someone I hate.
If you're drawn to pain, come closer—
I’ll hand you all my weight.
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Sandcastles
by Mia Macias
A group of three is highly vulnerable to life, as a tripod camera is bound to tip over and shatter upon removal of any single leg. What remains is a stand of 2 legs, deemed easily disposable by any onlooker.
One day, a tripod's worst nightmare fatefully manifested and so three became two.
But to fatalistics, two is perceived only as 1 + 1, and upon the removal of one, there would equal only one. And thus, perception of our existence became an easily disposable one. Life was swept by the clumsy winds of fate, the same palm-rustling and wave-trashing breeze still heard in the dark beneath shut eyes today. The breeze which shook two in the midst of grief as they lay back to “sleep” after life swerved to a sideroad
Away from next-day good mornings and future goodnights, which were tragically spared that bad night. Driven without control over any wheel, away from the crossroads, where I see she still lies asleep each passing day. Growing smaller, and smaller with time. And where I still lie, to myself that 1 + 1 = 2 and not 3.
Where mothers of happier families fantasize about children who will one day have their own children, who may certainly live to see the children of those children.
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Spijt
by Mario Odekerken
Het kwam later,
toen de stilte
te luid werd.
Woorden
die ik had kunnen zeggen
bleven hangen
achter gesloten lippen.
Wat voorbij is,
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Regret
by Mario Odekerken
It came later,
when the silence
grew too loud.
Words,
I could have said
stayed behind
closed lips.
What is gone
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Reue
by Mario Odekerken
Sie kam Später,
als das Schweigen
zu laut wurde.
Worte,
die ich hätte sagen können,
blieben
hinter verschlossenen Lippen.
Was vorbei ist,
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Spyt
by Mario Odekerken
Dit het eers gekom
toe die stilte
te hard geword het.
Woorde
wat ek kon sê,
het agter geslote lippe gebly.
Wat verby is,
asem nog
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nothingyoucoulddonothingyoucoulddonothingyoucoulddonothingyoucoulddonothingyoucoulddonothingyoucoulddonothingyoucoulddo
by Mackenzie Bilz
I don’t know what to do.
All I do is hurt
All I do is hurt people
I don’t know what to do.
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
I should not have ever spoken to others
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