#apology poem

[rosyjuly]

— Sean Glatch, from Apology Poem

[lamaracuchaquecuenta]

Todavía me aferro a la esperanza de que

La memoria es más fuerte que la distancia

y odio la esperanza.

y odio la distancia.

y odio los poemas inacabados,

Pero espero que el tsunami esté a salvo dentro de mi.

Sean Glatch, Apology Poem

[poorwritingandstalecoffee]

An apology poem to my inner child

To the little girl crying with a fist in her mouth, screaming in the rain, her pillow, the deafening silence, and begging someone to just wake up and notice her. To the little girl they call Rue, who looks through the world with stars in her eyes and flying on dreams made of wax paper, not noticing the spikes below on the ground. To the girl of my childhood, who expected the world to bloom with dandelions but instead got roses with thorns—I am sorry. I am sorry for the solitude you had grown up in, for the darkness and violence you were fed when they said you would feast on sunshine and rainbows. I am sorry you felt terrified and confused while reading the rules of conditional love when they told you it was gonna be different. When the world said it was made of parents who love their babies fully and wholly and completely. I am sorry you felt vulnerable and trapped while your mother screamed at you for liking a girl, calling you a sinner, condemning you to a Hell you didn’t understand, and to an angry God you didn’t recognize as your deity. Dear little girl of my childhood, I am sorry for hating your innocence, your naïveté—in a world filled with people holding knives and contracts. I am sorry for telling you to stop crying already and bury your hopes of a life made of sunshine and rainbows. I am sorry for crushing your expectations of confident self-love in favor of a bitter self-loathing that concealed our heart from more pain. I am sorry for talking you down in the voices of our mother, our father, our teacher, our pastor, and our friends. You smiled at life with an open heart and were backhanded by the trauma, bloodshed, and harsh words. You asked why and I told you the world is laced with hatred, and they lied to us, but you didn’t understand, so I locked you away in a dark closet. You didn’t know what the pain meant, so I made us like it instead of panicking at the feel of it, wearing frowns and glares like steel armor, building our walls tall with spikes, and learning to choose loneliness because people are deadly and humanity is fucked. To the little girl that I am, I am sorry the world hurt you, I am sorry it took your girlhood, and I am sorry I left you crying in the darkness, asking why.

[ourgirlofsorrows]

I apologise for who was harmed in the making of this memory

I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the way I left before It’s only right that I’m leaving indefinitely now I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the hurt when I wasn’t (superficially) pained to full the extent I wasn’t there to lessen the pain for you, I wasn’t there to hide me and you, (you and me) away and laugh over their attempts at self medicating with displacing words and I’m sorry I wasn’t there to bandage your wounds I’m sorry for bailing when you wanted me again and I’m sorry that I don’t seem to need you anymore (lies lie awake at night)

[judethebrood]

Brother~ a poem

I see it in the way he frowns.

He's sad, like me. Still, unlike me.

He's lonely, like me, yet unlike me.

He's "too young" to know what he wants.

I don't believe them. They told me the same.

I know what I want.

You just won't let me have it.

You won't let him have it.

A partner; A world.

Platonic meaning means the world.

I wish he could grow up, growing, thriving, in

A healthy environment.

But some buds wither and die before they can bloom.

I'll share the soil, but we still need the Sun.

He should be the Sun.

I'm sorry I couldn't keep you warm.

[bc-byron]

My Big Fat Apology

It seems that I offended you.I think these words are overdue.I'm sorry if your pride was broke.I'm sorry you can't take a joke.I'm sorry you're so fun to tease.I'm sorry you're so hard to please. So here's a big apology.I'm groveling, as you can see.A grudge will only hurt your tummy,Suck it up and just forgive me.My actions, they were unbecomingAnd I'm sorryThat you had it coming.Accept my…

[skywalker-swift]

btw I’ve mentioned this on here before but I had a really shitty ex boyfriend. while I was in the relationship, I would write poems about him being my lifeline, the thing that kept me floating, he brought color to my world and I would praise him for giving me the tiniest of kindnesses. But there was a lot of red flags and bad shit he did to me and things he put me through, that honestly I couldn’t admit and realize until I went to therapy. A lot of those poems have been changed in my head, the meaning of them changed, and I even wrote poems changing the meaning of the earlier poems. The good was good. The bad was worse. I know that now. I’m older now. It’s brighter now.

If I can do that for myself on a private level, why can’t Taylor do it publicly? Why can’t she do this for herself? She wrote him into her world, let her write him out if she needs too. She’s older now. Let her do the same.

[firstfullmoon]

claire schwartz (poetry editor at jewish currents) shared info about a virtual gathering of poets to raise medical aid to help palestine tomorrow (oct 18th) at 5pm PT / 8pm ET / 2am CET (register here). other poets present include danez smith, george abraham (author of the ars poetica in which every pronoun is a Free Palestine poem), solmaz sharif, lena khalif tuffaha (author of the running orders poem), wendy xu, summer farah (author of the PORTRAIT OF ME AS BREAD BAKING IN JERUSALEM poem)

[thatsbelievable]

[bishonenspit]

Kaze To Ki No Uta (風と木の詩) on the cover of June Magazine (1987-88)

[lvminisciel]

you were many, many things

both the goods and bads. the once and not. you were a lot of things, yet nothing at the same time. you were mine. you are gone. you knew the depths of me. you know nothing of me. you were all i needed. you are all i ask. in this fraction of kindness you sprinkled, i yearn. i wished to be yours once again. to lie in your arms. to embrace your warmest hugs. basking in your sunshine beneath the stars. tainted in your kiss beneath the scars. to hold you close so i won't lose you ever again. to write another chapter with you. you. you. it's always you and never once me. 

i'm sorry for loving you, my little dove 

[juan-francisco-palencia]

Things that were not made for me...

"Which is more important, transcribing life or transcending destiny? - asked the deluded apprentice writer to the restless Aghata - "Love, companionship and honesty" - the little girl replied with a smile.

—  Juan Francisco Palencia.

[hathaway-hayes]

095

Leaves in the breeze remind me of: Your haunted whispers And promises I’d meant to keep.

Time’s tides know of only, lonely, Hostages, hours unraveled, And surrenders to penance.

Even though I’d come eventually Come down from the mountain, I wouldn’t be the same;

A far cry from the lover that’d left. Cadence and its necessary climb, So for this, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

- Hathaway Hayes (2024)

[fantodsdhrit]

oh why disrobed truth people eke solemn lies as truth that's your only truth

sunshine is laughing in my balcony

you arm him about aqua sarcophagi 

i accidentally let the refrigerator die

jews are arabs are jews slew gardyloo grimy fremen at their borders

your honeycomb heart logarithmic

picks a thousand in a room of thousand

not i or moi thousand one minus one

kill or be killed pressroom briefings chinese first-class red tie

you're beautiful no one interprets you

you're gorgeous and there goes holi

a handful of halogen love potions currency speculation tipsy

sea and spring and chrysanthemums

someone drowing herself with you as you

with your reflection your planetary influence your impaired glutes

tax avoidance for coke zero coitus

someone is walking like a bazaar with russia eyes with an individualistic salt

[flooded--skies]

[hersurvival]

Oh, my love,

Won't you forgive me? For I have written nothing today for your heart to enjoy. I write this with tears in my eyes as I realize my neglect.

Please, please accept that I am deeply troubled for how I have mistreated you. You live within my every breath and you linger as a shadow across every waking thought, I get so caught up.

I spent the warm, sunny hours in a daydream. Brewing coffee for us in the mornings, don't worry, I have decaf. The way you return home from market, a basket full of beets, you say they are good for me. Retched things. Too occupied thinking about your soft hands in mine to have written you a thing.

Tomorrow, I swear it, my love. I will redeem your affection for me with only the sweetest of poetry. I hope you will be patient with me.

Sincerely, sorrowfully,

Your apologetic girl