Regret Poems
q u e t c h
by Rikske Kessner
q u e t c h
Tendril wafted dunes
of barren sands waffle,
swirl across mile
upon mile in every direction-
your face appears a horizon away,
there is little comfort found
in accompanying echoes.
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Cancerous
by Xia Sava
My community grows
then it dies.
A natural occurrence
no one can put on hold.
When our time to go arrives,
no one protests
since everyone knows
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Rage & Regret
by Zee K
In a whirlpool of emotions
None of which that can describe
My current frame of mind
Letting me get lost in this trepidation
Vicious words slowly tumbled off
Making me anxious enough
Truth be told none of it would matter
If one shall retreat and forget
But patience isn't the quality I possess
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Every time
by Author Reinvented
Every step I take,
Every move I make,
Everything I do
Ends up a mistake,
I fail,
And I try,
To start all over again
But
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living
by gabriella BlakeI’m living for those moments. The ones that only come once. The ones you hold on to for as long as you possibly can. I’m living for those moments because I need to stop replaying the old ones. I want you to drive fast, I want to jump high and fall hard. I want to feel the breeze through my hair and taste the fresh air. I want to fill my lungs with anything but fresh air, though just because I can. I want to be reckless and wild. Just because I can. I want to run until I can’t run anymore. I want a natural high and an artificial one too. I want to do everything worth doing because the possible regrets aren’t worth it. I don’t want to live with the what if’s. I want you to take me to the rooftop. I want to feel the wind under my feet, beckoning me to jump. I want to defy gravity, just because I can.
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by Rikske Kessner
q u e t c h
Tendril wafted dunes
of barren sands waffle,
swirl across mile
upon mile in every direction-
your face appears a horizon away,
there is little comfort found
in accompanying echoes.
......
"A thread that stitches shadows."
by Dylan Wu Rong
Through the thick mist,
I look down upon the grassy lands,
It is remorseful when I see-
the broken silver needle, on the stone slab.
Who left it behind, or did someone present it?
was it a gift or a memoir for the soul around it?
But maybe it was neither,
maybe- it was the stone that crafted it,
as a closer look sights me the rough cuts,
the many failed thin rods, stacked to the side.
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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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"And Sometimes..."
by Nad Sof
Today, I braced myself to get through,
Waiting for two new cats to soothe—
Two lives to fill the empty space,
And calm the ache I can't erase.
As melodies played soft and clear,
I scrolled through my phone, drawing near.
In a glance, the world flew fast,
Like wind that blows and cannot last.
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Shade Of Thee.
by Nad Sof
I will not grant that I yet remember thy scent,
Nor that thy smile once was bright as day.
I will not grant that I recall our first embrace,
The first kiss, the first confession.
I mind it all, but to speak it, I refuse.
Many have said:
"Thou dost seek in each new man the shade of him,"
And though it be true,
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