Regrets Poems
Old Dreams of Youth
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
Do you remember when I wanted to be
The Andy Warhol of the literary world?
Or a New York School-style poet
Those dreams I still cherish
Though, as the years, come and go
They are further and further away from reality
I wonder what I was doing during my life
Now, I am middle-aged
I can't believe I lived this long
Too old and barren, to have a family
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CAGES
by Clint mcintosh
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"Cages"
Born with fists before he learned to pray,
Raised where the cold steel sky never gave way,
A boy became a soldier in streets without kings,
Wearing his sorrow like blood in his rings.
Dreams?
......
My Vulnerble Apology
by Christen Kuikoua
In the depths of my soul, I beg forgiveness,
For I know not the extent of the hurt I caused,
My apologies falter, mere whispers in the wind,
Yet, I bear them with sincerity, with a heart that bleeds.
I confess, I longed to be a reflection of strength,
A mirage of confidence masking my insecurities,
But in that pursuit, I lost sight of your tender heart,
And in doing so, I betrayed the essence of who I am.
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Miserable Me in a Comical Tower
by Sordid Dreag
Renege for dreams,
Of other's,
Their opinions and thoughts,
Of me.
Swamps of assumptions,
Goals and demands,
None of my own,
Ceaseless expectations!
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"The legend of emotional opposites"
by Essambeh Ebai Essambeh
I no longer blame it on heartbreaks, but now I blame it on myself.
The pain actually resulted from heartbreaks, but somehow I'm still lost within myself.
I'm not actually locked up in an ethereal realm,
But captivated in an ethereal sphere that consists of several realms.
Some are actually bound by thoughts, and others are actually bound by love,
But I seem caught between parallel opposites where thoughts now beseech love.
And now this is my daily spectacle, more than the loss of a broken soul,
The legend of emotional opposites is reborn every day I shed a tear, and it's hard to tell now where I might actually go.
Old Dreams of Youth
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
Do you remember when I wanted to be
The Andy Warhol of the literary world?
Or a New York School-style poet
Those dreams I still cherish
Though, as the years, come and go
They are further and further away from reality
I wonder what I was doing during my life
Now, I am middle-aged
I can't believe I lived this long
Too old and barren, to have a family
......
CAGES
by Clint mcintosh
---
"Cages"
Born with fists before he learned to pray,
Raised where the cold steel sky never gave way,
A boy became a soldier in streets without kings,
Wearing his sorrow like blood in his rings.
Dreams?
......
Trees, lanterns, cars
by Rens Buikman
I’m looking out the window of this darkened room
I can’t see far
I only see trees, lanterns, cars
But I keep staring; what else can I do?
A sudden fog appears
Outside the window of this darkened room
Covering all the
Trees, lanterns, cars
But I keep staring; that’s all I can do
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"The legend of emotional opposites"
by Essambeh Ebai Essambeh
I no longer blame it on heartbreaks, but now I blame it on myself.
The pain actually resulted from heartbreaks, but somehow I'm still lost within myself.
I'm not actually locked up in an ethereal realm,
But captivated in an ethereal sphere that consists of several realms.
Some are actually bound by thoughts, and others are actually bound by love,
But I seem caught between parallel opposites where thoughts now beseech love.
And now this is my daily spectacle, more than the loss of a broken soul,
The legend of emotional opposites is reborn every day I shed a tear, and it's hard to tell now where I might actually go.
My Vulnerble Apology
by Christen Kuikoua
In the depths of my soul, I beg forgiveness,
For I know not the extent of the hurt I caused,
My apologies falter, mere whispers in the wind,
Yet, I bear them with sincerity, with a heart that bleeds.
I confess, I longed to be a reflection of strength,
A mirage of confidence masking my insecurities,
But in that pursuit, I lost sight of your tender heart,
And in doing so, I betrayed the essence of who I am.
......
