Haiku Poems About Sorry | Sorry Haiku Poems

Haiku poems about Sorry and Sorry haiku poems. Read and enjoy these haikus! See also Sorry Quotes.

Poem Details | by Edward Ebbs |
Categories: funny, love,

Wolfman Falls in Love

A car door opens
her long shapely leg steps first  
this is love or lust 

The heart beat flutters
he watches each moves she makes
deep within he sighs

Which move shall he make
I am so sorry Wolfman
this tail is taken

Her name is Molly
she does tricks for her master
rolls over and sits

Edward J Ebbs
Inspired by contest - NA


Poem Details | by Robert Heemstra |
Categories: family, growing up, life,

Sorry Mom

I should hate my life
mother never wanted me
I’m so sorry mom


Poem Details | by Briana Lynn Minard-Adler |
Categories: confusion, hate, loss, care,

Armin Babic

I cannot believe that I used to have a crush on you,
You are cold, heartless, and MEAN!
I never talked about you, never did anything to you,
I never deserved that, you had no need to be so mean.
You stooped so low, never had I seen someone do that,
People told me you were like this, I just didn't believe them.
I didn't believe her when she said you were a womanizer,
Didn't believe you were a Cowboy Casanova, well you showed me,
And never will I do that again, you made me believe,
Believe her, snf you made me believe you liked me, you led me,
Led me on, and then you were like, "I don't like you."
Well guess what I didn't care then, and I sure don't care now,
Cause I loved my hubby all along,
Love him more than anyone and anything, I love him and only him!
I cannot believe I used to have a crush on someone like you,
I swear you are the spawn of Satan himself,
And I feel sorry for girls who date you or fall in love with you,
I do, because all you do is play them like a game.
I don't hate you, but I don't like you like that anymore.
You led me to believe you liked me, and then you said it was all a joke,
Yeah well you were a joke.
You were a pill, I was willing to take,
I am glad I didn't take you,
You are an unmistakeable , unidentified drug.
I am a good-bad girl, I can tell a bad boy,
But even I didn't see this, didn't see that you like this,
The boy with beautiful brown eyes,
Are now dull, no longer do they shine,
That brown hair, that I loved, is now just a memory,
The boy born on February 18th,
The one that I thought was perfect,
God what the hell was I thinking??
Don't ask if I'm alright,
I don't have the answer,
But if you ask me if I want to hurt you badly, I will say,
Say yes without hesitation.
You have no idea how bad I want to hurt you,
But then again I don't.
Half of me hates you,
The other half can't bear to see you,
The game you played on me,
It was cleaver, but it was also cruel and hurtful!
I want to hurt you like you hurt me, but I could never that mean.
I could be as mean as you,
The person who doesn't know how much what he does hurts people,
I bet you don't care either,
Because that's just the kind of person you are.
They tried to warn me, those two girls, M&H,
But I didn't listen to them.
I didn't listen to them, because I am not the kind of person,
The kind of person, to believe what other people say, without,
Without knowing about you, getting to know what you're like, 
Until you do that to me.
Until I learn on my own, that's the kinda person I am,
I take the time to figure people out, instead of judging them,
Judging them by how they look like, and what people say,
That's the kinda person I am, I am a strong Redneck Woman.
And I will never change who I am, change myself for anyone,
I will not change for anyone.
If you don't like me for myself, then you don't deserve my time, or my words, 
Or my anything.
This is officially the end of me and my poem, 
Goodbye.

					Always~N~Forever,
					       Briana
						Lynn
						Palmer


Poem Details | by Brian Johnston |
Categories: relationship,

Haiku: Lessons Women Taught Me

(A Haiku Trilogy)       

Stage 1

you don't share feelings
how can you say you love me
when I don't know you


Stage 2

you ask me nothing
only sharing your feelings
god you're self-absorbed 


Stage 3

cosmic truth just rocks
forever, all is stardust
(but women's feelings)     

Brian Johnston
July 30,2014

Poet's Notes: 
New: Why Stage 1, Stage 2 and Stage 3? Well (this is funny) , it's kind of like
cancer, though, of course, cancer is not funny either to those going through it.

Also new: I like the inversion of the speakers complaint in the 2nd stanza as
well and the irony of the 3rd stanza too.

You should note that throughout the first two stanzas the speaker is negating
the other's feelingsReally it could be a man or a woman speaking in the first
two stanzas)The real question is, is the other really not sharing/listening or is
the speaker afraid to be loved (just making the other wrong)? The speaker
apparently teaches the other to share and then finds the other's sharing
annoyingMight the speaker not share with the other what the speaker wants
the other to ask the speaker about? Just a thought!  : -)   God avoiding
looking like a sexist is tough! Whew! Though of course, at heart I am still truly
sexist, and sorry ladies, the third stanza still stands (a stroke of genius) ! Ha! 

This poem is like watching the sun go down off the coast of CaliforniaYou and
God are having a nice glass of Merlot, no Piesporter Goldtropschen Spatlese, 
like sipping the nectar of honey suckle blossems when you were a kid (but with 
a kick)You realise that God is perfect and you aren'tAnd somehow that's OK,
because at least He loves you! (No woman is present!)


Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: love, passion, romance,

PREDICTION



Your heart an iceberg
My passion, boiling lava
Deluge predicted!*  
  

© Demetrios Trifiatis
 29 OCTOBER 2014 


*Because of a malefaction three of my poems were deleted
  along with the comments! I repost only PREDICTION just to
  be over the 500 markI am sorry and I thank you!


Poem Details | by mourning mist |
Categories: faith

Bad News

He called me insane,
Blasphemy is now his game,
 It's Unforgiven
~~

calling someone with prophecy insane is called blasphemy, sorry for the bad news..


Poem Details | by Yanny Widjanarko |
Categories: husband, sorry,

Sorry For The First Fight 2013

Nervous in my sleep
Passed the year with boiling heart
Pushed down the anger

Hide in detention
Feel moody in the morning
I know you are mad

Feel sorry to hear
The things you try not to say
But slipped already

We drown on emo
But hurry stood on our sane
Forgave each other

I'm glad it was you
Person who chased on my days
The love of my life


Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: anxiety, sad,

Our Church Organist

Our Church Organist

All of this truly happened.
I am writing this haiku to
explain what had happened.

Last week was a fire
And the whole entire house,
Burned down to the ground.

Never again same;
Does feel sorry for herself;
Has guilty Conscience.

Luckily no one
Did die or had been injured;
This we thank God for.

Prayed for her today;
A sweet person is always;
Our church organist.

Jim Horn


Poem Details | by Roman Chebukin |
Categories: funny, happiness,

Just For Fun

Can't think of anything right now that will rhyme,
So i am just going to write for the heck of it
Sorry for nothing interesting today, 
I actually have nothing to say at all, sorry readers.


Poem Details | by Briana Lynn Minard-Adler |
Categories: faith, life, me, people,

My Life

My life is so perfect and true 
With you my love,
Noone else treats me the way you do.

My step-father treats me wrong, and blames everything on me,
Which makes me explode or say some things to people that I don't mean,
My mother is awesome, and she is my best friend, the only other one I can trust, except you.

I have never really loved anyone before you, except my friends, but never as much as you, my love

I can't imagine living in a world where you don't exsist,
If I had to I would'nt do it, I would die,
I just can't be without you more than 24 hours, I am glad we are in the same school, that way when I am grounded I can still see you, 
I dream and daydream about you every day and every night, 
I want you to cloud up my mind, so I can think of nothing else.
My life is simple, perfect, and true.

There are some people that I wished I could say sorry to for my behavior towards them, but I don't think they would listen,
It eats my stomach up, and I feel bad for my behavior towards them, but I know I can't go into the past and erase it, guess I just have to live though it,
It just puts more scars in my heart, because no matter what we are all family in God's eyes.

I can not hate, Dislike, or even Strongly dislike anyone, even though they don't like me or may hate me, I think of them as familySo I will say sorry to someone I go to school with, she deserves itI have 3 periods with her, so I will say sorry someday when I get the guts.

My life is so perfect, clear and safe to me


Poem Details | by chad obrien |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, bible,

Sweet Jesus

Jesus my savior,
God has been too good to me.
I'm sorry for my sins.


Poem Details | by Briana Lynn Minard-Adler |
Categories: family, father, hope, family,

I Will Never Be What You Want Me To Be

I know you may hate me,
I know I may have dissapointed you,
But I promise you, I can change.
Father I know I have lied to you,
I know that I may have disobeyed you, but
Can you please let that go,
Can we be a family again?
"I promise I'll be better, daddy
Please don't leaveIn a family portrait
We look pretty happy, we look
Pretty normal, can we go back to that?"
Those few lines were from P!nk's
Song "Family Portrait." Dad I promise
I'll try to be what you want me to be,
But I'll never be enough for you.
I'll never be what you want me to be,
I'll never be perfect for you,
Oh, yeah, and I'm sorry father If I don
Not live up to your expectations.
Always~N~Forever,
Briana Lynn Palmer
Dedicated To: My Step-Father
~Dustin's Wife~


Poem Details | by Daljit Khankhana |
Categories: dedication, devotion, education, forgiveness,

An excuseable nive

You learn alphabetically 26 words the entire life.
although you hate others always write 'love' to your wife.
feel sorry when fall ill, say thanks to her supportive nature,
when she ignores you hurt your feelings you held a knife.
when you wrong promise to care in an excuse-able nive.


Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: family, friendship

My Backyard

Raul, When where You here?
I'm sorry I was not Home
This is my backyard

Inspired by Raul Moreno's Haiku Contest "Solace in Nature"

Author's note: Raul where did YOU take this picture? This is an exact view of my backyard 
YOU are amazing LOVE Always...Harry


Poem Details | by George Aul |
Categories: nature,

The Outer Limits

The world - nice and flat,
the sky has peaks and valleys...
is THIS really Earth?

The grass is bright blue,
the water has a brown tint...
are we in CLEVELAND?                                  ps Sorry Cleveland fans




For "Ku Ku Crazy" contest sponsored by Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver.


Poem Details | by Adeleke Adeite |
Categories: computer-internet

Flying frauds

To the internet they connect
laying their naughty nets
… sorry stories from painted planet


Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: humorous,

Latest, Latest Scoop Horh Haiku

Dear AD,

Have you heard latest 
scoop? Sorry I did not eat my 
Soup and thrown for a loop.

Jim Horn


Poem Details | by Karen Price |
Categories: angstlife, love,

The Argument

Be responsible!
"Your behavior is your own",
He reminded me.

Where did I go wrong?
I thought we were together.
Was this my mistake?

I thought we agreed.
"You did not listen, again.
I never said it".

The rage took over.
My responsibility!!!
"You are such a jerk!"

I had to get out.
Now, no containing myself!
I am angry now.

For days and for days,
I have been biting my lip.
"Shine in on", I said.

Yesterday, he asked,
"What is the matter with you?"
I could not respond.

The life is straining
I am thinking of leaving.
The love is spilling.

Today, he gets it.
"I am sorry for my part".
"I do understand."

The raw torn places
Are still touching hot, red nerves
I feel like the fool.

The life is draining
I am thinking of staying.
The love is filling.

"Pork chops for dinner?"
He is taking the control.
He is never wrong.


Poem Details | by Patrick Utitufon |
Categories: angel,

I Leave You This Note

I leave you this note
for I know not other ways
to say how I feel

Like the morning breeze 
my heart traversed steadily
until I met you

Now a sorry flower
I tend to my bleeding heart
wounded by your words

O lovely lady!
When shall the gate to your heart 
be open to me?



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