36 result(s) for Regret Poems.
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Echoes of Tomorrow
Time's cruel hand, relentless and true,
Whispers shadows of choices I rue.
Moments like grains slip through grasping hands,
Fleeting like dreams in the night's shifting sands.
Each tick of the clock, a soft, haunting chime,
Marks the slow dance of lost love and time.
What if I've lingered where I should have fled?
In the garden of 'what was,' now blooms only dread.
Yet from this dark well, a light starts to rise,
Teaching me grace through the pain of goodbyes.
Whispers in the Dark
In twilight's hush, the shadows sigh,
Where echoes of my choices lie.
Each path untouched, a silent mourn,
For dreams unsown, for hopes that scorn.
A glance back 'cross the winding years,
I feel the weight of stifled fears.
Each whispered wish, a ghostly tread,
A tale of roads not taken, dead.
What if I danced beneath the stars?
What if I bared my heart, my scars?
Yet here I stand, in somber grace,
With fleeting dreams, a lost embrace.
So let the night amass my tears,
For all the paths that disappeared.
In silent whispers, choices ache,
A bittersweet, unending ache.
Ephemeral Echoes
Time drips like honey from a cracked jar,
Moments slip silently, too fast, too far.
Heavy hearts harbor whispers of shame,
In shadows of choices, I cling to the blame.
Each tick of the clock, a ghostly refrain,
Echoes of laughter now twisted with pain.
Fleeting are faces, like leaves in the breeze,
Regret wraps around me, as sweet memories tease.
Yet in the twilight, where the past softly glow,
I learn from the heartaches, the seeds I sow.
Though time may not linger, nor grant us reprise,
In letting go gently, our spirits may rise.
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The Weight of a Tear
A single tear falls softly down,
For dreams once worn like a gilded crown.
In shadows deep where whispers sigh,
The echoes of hope now fade and die.
Once vibrant canvases, bright and bold,
Now frayed by time, their stories untold.
With every glimmer lost to night,
A silent prayer for the lost light.
Yet in the sorrow, a lesson grows,
In every regret, a wisdom flows.
For dreams may fade, but love endures,
A single tear, a heart that cures.
Whispers of Regret
In the stillness where silence clings,
Unspoken words take flight on broken wings.
Shadows dance in corners, soft and dim,
Echoes of thoughts, that once were hymn.
Each syllable lingers, heavy like the night,
A weight of confessions, cloaked from light.
The heart, a chamber where dreams collide,
Hopes now muted, where no truths abide.
If only the courage to voice what’s clear,
Could carve through the silence, quell the fear.
But time, it whispers, in tones of regret,
As ghosts of the past weave a tapestry yet.
Whispers of the Unsaid
In the shadows of fading light,
Time's cruel gift doth take its flight,
A tapestry woven of silence and sighs,
Where yesterday’s choices in stillness lie.
Echoes linger of roads untraveled,
Of dreams unveiled yet left unraveled,
Memories, sharp as the winter’s cold sting,
Cloaked in the haunting of what we didn't bring.
Regret, a ghost dressed in familiar wear,
Whispers of ‘what if’ dance in the air,
Each moment a treasure, or burden of weight,
In the garden of time, we cultivate fate.
Yet here in this twilight, where shadows weave deep,
We learn from the heart what the mind bids us keep,
For though time's cruel gift may not be a friend,
In accepting our past, broken paths can still mend.
