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The uniVerse Jun 2019
I'm sorry Mr. snail for stepping on your home
it wasn't intentional I'm just accident prone
in my defence, it was really dark
and you had stopped short on the path
but really that's not an excuse
for gods, green earth is for everyone's use
so please accept this humble poem
as way of apology for destroying your home.
So difficult to see the poor little snails in the dark after its rained.
Eva Jun 2019
Sorry-
For the ones who told you to dim your light,
To you for believing your light shines too bright.
I couldn't protect you from the cruel world and all its might.
They convinced you that your love was both too little and too much.
That your hopes and dreams got crushed
And your jump into the real world was rushed.
That I even have to be sorry.
James Rives Jun 2019
poems are my escape
into worlds where sense
is measured in meter and rhyme,
and the undercurrent of meaning.
i make regrettable decisions
and excise those
that meant me well
in exchange for a pain
less familiar.
i would apologize,
but pride dictates
i stand my ground
and put pen to paper
instead.
pariel May 2019
i send my apologies to the one inside

my person, who limitlessly produce words
Stringing it into stories

i got distracted by fear and void

destroying authentic creative
IrieSide May 2019
Pour my heart,
crack that stale jar
of callous and neglect

show me life, from your eyes
sweet spirit
of love

I sense it in your touch,
your action and tears
you're in tune
and I'm not

teach me,
white angel
how to find my soul

Crack my mind
and pour it out for you
upon a stone table
of cold gray
Sweet notes.
Lee May 2019

I'm sorry God
If I've let you down,
I know I've done something
To deserve this punishment.
To deserve no friends,
To deserve no happiness,
To deserve no luck,
To deserve it all.
What have I done?
That has made it this way?
Can you tell me why
A being of heaven
Has brought me hell?
What have I done?
Why do I deserve
To be locked in this life
And bruised by the past
And stabbed by the present
And threatened by the future?
What can I do
To please you, God?
So that you shall bring me peace?
What more do I have to give
To get a bit of it back?

I'm sorry, God
If I've let you down,
But you have to let me live.
I know you know not
Of mortal pains and suffering,
But you of all beings
Must know some sympathy.
When can you end this madness?
What more must I achieve
To appease the ultimate puppeteer?
How much more must I sacrifice
To be worthy of your affection?
What must I apologize for
That will allow you to free me
To bail me out
To leave me be
To let me go?
Have you reached your breaking point?
When will such a day arrive?

I'm sorry, God
If I've let you down,
But don't you think
That all of your people,
Including myself,
Deserve a blessing at some point?
Deserve some freedom?
When we know not
Of what we have done?
Oh, God, when will that freedom come
If not in the form of angel wings?

Vic May 2019
For tearing you apart,
And not comming back to stick you together.
For betraying you endless times.
For lying and running.
And telling the truth and hurting.
For scaring you and pushing you away.
And letting the monster inside of me go.
No apologies will be enough,
I really ****** it up.
I'm not the worst person in this story.
But I'm still the bad guy.
And I'm really, really sorry.
For not staying away.
I love you
You know it's for you.
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