Sorry Poems

I’m sorry

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Have you ever hurt the one love,
By the things you didn’t say,
Have you ever thought , how it might be,
Had you apologized, in some way,

Have you carried the guilt, of passing the blame, onto the one you love,
Knowing you’ve caused them sleepless nights,
by rivers of tears that flowed

has it brought you to a lonely place,
has it robbed of your love,

You may not know, how to say your sorry,
and for once you were wrong,

have you embraced, who you really are,
did you truly let it go,,

can you say your sorry a time or two, and let the healing grow.

Two wrongs, don’t make a right,
This much, i know is true,
But i’d like to start somewhere,
By apologizing to you

This poem was written/submitted by Deborah.

Miss Universe

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I owe an apology to you
Not just any apology, but one from the heart;
Sincere and so very true,
That I was nothing without you taking part,
Part in my life, part in my world;
You are more than a woman, my lady, my girl;
You mean more now to me than life itself;
Your voice seizes in my soul like a web;
As it reverberates in my mind,
How could I leave that behind?

An entire world that I longed to see,
A complete woman that belong to me;
Baby, I saw losing you hurt me worse,
Because my world revolves around you;
… Miss Universe.

I owe you an explanation or so,
Not only one for you, but for each lady,
Who have sacrificed their hearts and souls,
As you devoted your all to men so shady,
So shady your feelings, to your essence,
I took for granted the value of your presence;
What a fool to think that I had it all, boo,
But I realize now that my all is you;
As it echoes in my heart
How could we truly part?

An entire world that I longed to see,
A complete woman that belong to me;
Baby, I saw losing you hurt me worse,
Because my world revolves you;
… Miss Universe.

This poem was written/submitted by Lamar Ingraham.

Too Late To Right My Wrong

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It would take a miracle to get you now,
After I was too busy chasing every skirt,
Instead of realizing that I’d lose you somehow
To some other man who really values your worth.

Beautiful as you are since I first saw you,
I foolishly took my eyes off such prestige;
You are quite the queen of dreams, a blessing too,
And after all the women, my heart is under siege.

I feel like the greatest piece of me,
Now gone, so long long gone;
When I know that I’d messed up
And it is too too late right my wrong.

Such a strong woman from start to end,
Qualities of a bride, wife, and a helpmate,
But my youth would only let me descend
As I linger skin of teeth now ready to appreciate.

Dellusions of you always being there
Are what made me believe that I could do me;
Yet here I am crying sleeplessly to myself
Alone without you, baby, ever to please.

I feel like the greatest piece of me,
Now gone, so long long gone;
When I know that I’d messed up
And it is too too late right my wrong

© Sanaili Creative Writing, Inc.

This poem was written/submitted by Lamar Ingraham.

Apologies.

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Sorry.

You did mean a lot to me.
I’m guessing you still do,
Since every time you say something,
Something unpleasant,
Something vile,
My heart shrinks…
And through that shrunken heart,
Passes a piercing shaft.
The shaft gives way to blood,
Blood, the same color,
The color of my love.
The love was deep,
It was.
Now.
It hurts.
Love hurts.
I am hurt.
You are too.
Or maybe you think this is bullshit.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I was never good enough.
Apologies.
I’m sorry.

This poem was written/submitted by Divya Mehta.

UntiL We’rE TogetheR ForeveR…I ApologizE

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I’m sorry i made you cry.
I’m sorry i hurt you.
I’m sorry i lied.
I’m sorry i walked away without even a goodbye.
I’m sorry i treated you bad.
I’m sorry i let you slip away.
So now the bad feeling i have, i hate.
And i’m sorry i never really acted nice.
And ok i just wanted to let you know, i still love you, and you’ll always be my favorite guy.
But sadly, sorry is just a word. A word that won’t fix anything.
It only covers up the cuts and scars.
It will only hurt you more.
Sorry breaks my heart because it’s only an apology.
Maybe i never really cared so i would never regret it enough to say i’m sorry.
But i realized that sorry won’t always make you stay.
And i don’t want to say it, not just because i want to hurt you, but because sorry won’t take anything back or away.
Sorry will only show you, it’s an excuse because i let you fall, and never really cared enough to not say sorry for hurting you at all.
But once we’re together again… It’ll all just go away..Forever. I promise..
-TO Jordan…Leos..

This poem was written/submitted by Dahlia.Nunez.

Lily Palmer

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She doesn’t ask much of life poor Lily Palmer
Just a small cabin by the Gippsland sea
Where she might sleep and from the weather shelter
‘Your dreams are small when you’re in poverty’.

Her life’s belongings in a shopping trolley
She push it up through Bourke street mall each day
A tattered figure amongst the wealthy shoppers
She show her years in wrinkles and in gray.

Some look at her with looks of human pity
Whilst some with looks of scorn ask who is she?
But she has learnt to cope with disapproval
Nor does she welcome looks of sympathy.

The Salvation Army give her food and clothing
Without their help by now she may be dead
And she sleep on hard bench at Spencer Street Station
I do not envy Lily her cold bed.

She’s sixty six too old for the rough lifestyle
And far too old for sleeping in the damp and cold
Life’s never easy for the poor and needy
And so much harder for the poor and old.

It has been said she has a son and daughter
And that she has not laid eyes on them for years
She raised them on her own when times were better
But for her past she doesn’t shed any tears.

Faces of wealth and affluence all around me
And amongst them the face of poverty I see
Through Bourke Street Mall poor Lily slowly shuffles
Indifferent to both scorn and sympathy.

Still she has her dream and her dream seem quite modest
A small cabin in Gippsland somewhere by the sea
Where she might sleep and shelter from the weather
Your dreams are small when you’re in poverty.

This poem was written/submitted by Francis Duggan.

Im Sorry

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Im sorry i hurt you
Im sorry i made you cry
Im sorry i went away without even saying goodbye.
Im sorry i lied
Im sorry i treated you bad
Im sorry i let you go now im the one feeling bad now If you dont except my apology then that’s okay i just wanted to let you know i still love you and you’ll always be my favorite boy.

This poem was written/submitted by Bianca.