Amanda
Amanda
Feb 23, 2013

Look what we have gotten into,
Just this insane and scary mess,
All of these tears of sorrow,
And this heavy load of stress.

Our elders won't understand,
How much we love one another,
They start to yell and get mad,
That's why we call them "mother".

They punish us together,
'Cause I know we both deserve it,
People say love is hard,
But I know that it is worth it.

When I'm with you my heart skips,
Just the sight of you makes me smile,
Any moment with you is endless,
Even just for a little while.

Soon we can be on our own,
These moments that I ache for,
Just any time to spend with you,
Makes me yearn for much much more.

No matter what all happens,
Or if the good becomes the bad,
Know that I'll be there always,
To make you smile and get glad.

Oh the silly things we do,
Just to make each other grin,
Even getting into trouble,
We may loose, but love will always win.

So I've come to the conclusion,
That our love will conquer through,
Because if I lost my dork,
I don't know what I would do.

You gave me something special,
And I thought it was real clever,
I just about teared up,
And I will cherish it forever.

However many poems I write,
Or letters from the heart,
No words could explain how I feel,
From the beginning or the start.

Excuse me as I ramble,
But I really must go on,
About how I love you so much,
Way more than just a ton.

I wish I could be in your arms,
Feeling the warmth of your embrace,
Where I would close my eyes and think,
"This is my happy place".

I love you with all I have,
And you're forever in my mind,
Don't let silly things like this,
Kick you in the behind.

I won't get mad at you ever,
And remember this you shall,
I am so honored to have you,
As my lover and my pal.

So it is getting kind of late,
And I hope you're sleeping well,
I will stick with you forever,
Even if we go through hell.

I don't know how to stop this,
But I'll do the best I can
'Cause I'll do anything for you,
My sweet and loving man.

I think I'll end this poem good,
And please agree with me,
That It'll make you smile,
As you find it rather cheesy.

The roses I know are red,
And I know the violets are blue,
You're my super derp-y dork,
And of course... I love you!

Some of my first attempts at poetry... and yes I rhyme. But this pretty explains my life... my forbidden love... and the rest.
Emily Nolan
Emily Nolan
Jan 20, 2013

Like transient dogs,
the kind that come and stay on a porch
and leave later: the boys shifted in and out--swept up
through one door and out.
and They were a sorry lot
They were so proficient at being sorry
( it was a wonder anyone ever
accused Them at all)

Suppose that was the point.
remorse was Their method
of shameless safety

A women's scorn. XP
Erin Finn
Erin Finn
Jul 1, 2013

She cannot gleam.

But, she can spread herself
onto you, like
butter, like
saliva, like
a bar of soap
contaminated by
hot water;
soft,
squeaking,
always smelling stronger
than it will
later.
She can squirm
beneath you. Believe
for a time that your chest
is sugar soil and your
mouth a
cloud
formation.
She can breathe in
the shattered glass of
anticipation, let the
pieces rattle
in the
bottom of
her throats-
she can coat
every melody
with moon
molasses
and
egg yolk
suns.

She can make you love.

Mark Edwards Jr
Mark Edwards Jr
Dec 15, 2013

My apologies are empty, often overused
“Sorry” is depleted, relationships abused

Kindness only given, I turned the other way
Burning hatred, anger, drove you all away

Dust, it settles thusly, around my solemn face
Realizing plainly, that I am a disgrace

Words, they cannot fathom, the degree of my regret
Contemplating deeply, of those whom I’ve upset

Knowing no expression, than that of fiery rage
Causes matters thusly, as I become estranged

2013

Jessie Latham
Jessie Latham
May 18, 2012

catch the falling
star
that was caught up
in your dreams
& promise to reveal the
living devil in your
screams
so I can lay with you
until the dawn
bleeds through your
silver curtains

I am not to trust my
own sun-kissed
skin
& you are not to
fall for what I led you to
give in
when all we have left
are the lonely
prospects
of empty bottles
& long, long records
playing for only
us to hear


remember that
I love you


remember what
I've seen


the blood beneath the
burrowed breath


& all we kept
serene

LJ Chaplin
LJ Chaplin
Sep 9, 2013

I don't know what happened last night.
The world collapsed and I was left in the open,
An easy target for my demons to claim their place
Once again inside my hollow mind.

Like puppeteers they pulled the strings
On my inevitable urges,
A simple cut became a crevice
And it scared me
It really scared me.
It wouldn't stop and for a moment
I was scared it was the final curtain fall.
The invitation of death has always lingered
Like a phantom,
But I wasn't prepared yet to give up.
But in time everything stopped.

I am deeply sorry,
My apologies are deeper than the pain that I have inflicted upon myself.
I have given up once again
And I find myself struggling.
I never thought it could get any lower than this,
But I fear that this is the surface of what's yet to come.
Please forgive me.

Starchild88
Starchild88
Sep 9, 2013

The past always seems to repeat itself.
Love is just a factor that we've always longed for
but have yet to discover.

Maybe this time it will last, our love.
Truthfully... I'm scared.
Not scared of being hurt,
but of being the one who hurts.

For it has happened before, I caused you pain.
...caused you unnecessary pain.
Honestly, you were the best thing that ever crossed my path...
and I'm sorry.

i am vain
     and,
                   explosive

i am  jealous
      and,
                      insecure.

please understand
that there are broken parts of me
that i can't fix
and the more i fumble with them
the more they crumble
and maybe that's my fault
because my hands shake
and i'm the farthest from gentle
i promise i'm working on my technique

i don't try to smother
it just comes naturally to me
like breathing
even if you say the right things
i'll still struggle
just like if you were to wrap your hands
around my throat
i would still try to breathe
you can talk about whatever you want
i'll hang my head and listen

you know that thing i do?
the one we talk about a lot?
i probably do it because i don't know what to say
or i don't want to say the wrong thing
or i think the conversation is over
but i should probably pay more attention to your words
instead of my own

i either talk too much
or not enough
and my poems are always too long
and never make much sense
just like my thoughts
and to me
it's like trying to untie a jumble of knots
by just cutting them
like the fates snipping threads

i apologize too much
i feel guilty for things i never did
or things that aren't a big deal
and i've tried
so very hard in this poem
to not apologize

i'm sorry

#love   #sad   #relationships   #sorry   #apology  
Chaus
Chaus
Aug 21, 2013      Aug 22, 2013

Sorry Mommy, I'm not the better daughter
I'm sorry, Daddy, I wasn't what you wanted
I'm sorry I'm not good enough yet
I'm sorry I for everything I never said
I'm sorry I'm a overweight, I'll fix it I swear
I'm sorry I'm cutting, but I need it to keep me sane
I'm sorry I smoke, but it's my replacement for air
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm crying
I'm sorry
There's no point to this
I've already ruined everything
I'm so, so, so sorry
Sorry.
Sorry.
I know it doesn't help.
Sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I can't make up for what I've done.
But I am sorry.
I'm sorry I was born
I know you didn't expect me
I'm sorry I wasn't born a boy
I'm sorry I acted to much like you
I'm sorry I made you hate me
I'm sorry I'm annoying
I'm sorry I'm not perfect
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for everything.
Whatever you don't like about me
I'm sorry it's there
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I cry so much
I'm sorry I'm not pretty
I'm sorry I left
I'm sorry
Sorry.


I'm so sorry
I don't know what else to apologize for
I'm sorry you have to spend money on me
I'm sorry I don't know what to be sorry for
I'm sorry I said I hated you
I'm sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I'm not useful yet
I'm sorry I don't make all A's
I'm sorry I don't get math
I'm sorry I don't like science
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry you don't love me.
I'm sorry I want you to.
I'm sorry
I'm so very sorry
I'm sorry I don't call you Mommy anymore
I'm sorry I don't call you Daddy anymore
I'm sorry
I'm sorry you have to be my parents
I'm sorry I'm not good enough
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I know it's not enough

Sorry.

 
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