i regret youth’s foolish fantasies
and life’s tragic mistakes
i am sorry it took too long
to love myself enough
to realize it wasn’t all my fault
i regret that never in this life
have i seen green shores of erin
the heavy snow lay thick
like whipped cream atop the alps
and sunset’s crimson fire on pyramids
i cry sometimes because
i never looked into his eyes
touched his hand, kissed his lips
i regret the way time rushed by
leaving us only feelings and words
i feel remorse that the music played
but we never danced cheek to cheek
nor torched the long cold nights
with fire ignited by lovers’ hearts
and quenched only by blended flesh
yes i have my regrets
some i have never revealed at all
some i never had to reveal to him
for we shared them together
a world away, i regret... so far away
...perhaps to have regret...mourning will cease...when twilight offers a different morning...somewhere behind the Sun...somewhere your words takes us...somewhere we cannot hide.
beautiful and honest heartfelt words you have penned La Belle...
John
Good write, but regrets are in the past and this is telling us to go on to the future too, yesterday is never forgotten and we really cannot do it over again, although sometimes we might want to. It is a good meaningful poem and is such a great write. Good thinking on your part too. **********
Beautiful Morning To You La Belle,
Beautiful Words On The Chances & Encounters of retrospect
But....you still can do all you want to to now
go get that love you want to dance with
Go to that snow capped mountain if You Want
Kiss & Look Into Them Eyes Poetess!!!
Just As You Do In Your Lovely & Beautiful Poetry!
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
Belle,
Still grabbing and ripping out the heart I see! And you do it so well. Just hope it's not yours that's tearing.
Regrets are like the teaspoon of cod liver oil that Mom or Grandma gave us for acting bad or whining too much. We had no choice but to take it..whether it done any good or not, who knows!
One day at a time..and just hope and pray tomorrow gets here with a sweeter taste.
What a combination you offer us: a most wonderful and emotion-filled poem; the music; the artwork. An offering almost like a prayer of revelation, LaBelle...
Love and Appriciation~` Micke
I think how many of us weren't really "taught" to love ourselves. Isn't it sad? Parents should do so early in a child's life. But if the parents have problems... Good write but also we move on...as Karla says... new and good things are round the corner...
Powerfully penned, La Belle, but you can't spend your life regretting what could have been - well done - you know how to get to the heart and soul of the matter in your poetry.
Lovely and touching write, no more regrets, do that dance cheek to cheek, do let one more day go by without saying what's in your heart. We cannot do anything about the yesterdays but we can certainly control tomorrows. Lovely write, Love, Bonnie
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on April 30, 2008
A lot of truths here on my part..
with friendship
x0x0x
love
ron
Oh, all the emotions like a river flowing on things that we can never go back and change. Such raw passion, yet so delicately truthful and brings tears of sadness to my heart....
Tender nostalgia that brings a lump to the throat thinking of all that may have been but can no longer have that chance, I know we should not regret our past mistakes or omissions but in reality if we have hearts we will have regrets. Hugs
I relate too well to this poem. Tears I have plenty of along with the regrets. I try to tell myself that to have regrets means I have lived, which is the case some of the time. So much of what you wrote I too feel. Excellent poem, now I think I will go read feeling frisky again. Liz
Bylines and timelines...I'm certain that the real time database of love we collect during our Twilight Regret expedition in life is an opportunity, at our age now, to finally realize there has come a chance to really see what's out there...and yes, true love only comes around once in a lifetime, Belle...we must never silence our shooting star...love lives in the firelight...
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beautiful and honest heartfelt words you have penned La Belle...
John
very nice...
Art Sun...
God bless you. Kathy
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
peace and love, Carole~
Beautiful Words On The Chances & Encounters of retrospect
But....you still can do all you want to to now
go get that love you want to dance with
Go to that snow capped mountain if You Want
Kiss & Look Into Them Eyes Poetess!!!
Just As You Do In Your Lovely & Beautiful Poetry!
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
Still grabbing and ripping out the heart I see! And you do it so well. Just hope it's not yours that's tearing.
Regrets are like the teaspoon of cod liver oil that Mom or Grandma gave us for acting bad or whining too much. We had no choice but to take it..whether it done any good or not, who knows!
One day at a time..and just hope and pray tomorrow gets here with a sweeter taste.
Great write Belle!
Lisa
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
So sad to realize just how much we actually really do miss. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
A sad and sweet poem from the one that put crimson fire on pyramids.
Georg
Love and Appriciation~` Micke
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
with friendship
x0x0x
love
ron
Flow through the page
Stunning imagery and tone of regrets
A gem of a write!!
Peace Love and Hugesssss....Morning Star
Be always safe,
Karen
Fee
Warmly,
Sage