Famous apology poems help you find a deeper way of saying I’m sorry. We all make mistakes; it’s a part of being human. And a heartfelt apology can work wonders, and it’s even more powerful when it’s wrapped in the beauty of poetry.
These ‘I’m sorry’ poems can heal wounds, rebuild trust, and strengthen your relationships. A beautiful collection of relatable, heartwarming, and touching sorry poems will heal hearts, spread love, and build stronger connections.
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Best I’m Sorry Poems
Inner Vault
I just feel so much guilt,
That my words and actions built.
I know, what I did was wrong,
Tried to avoid it, and be strong.
Following me has been the truth,
It was hurting like a tooth.
A second more, I could not deny,
Not apologizing was a lie.
I’m so sorry, from deep inside,
Clearly guilty, my hands are tied.
It was obviously, all my fault,
I have opened my inner vault.
To Be One With Each Other by George Eliot
What greater thing is there for two human souls,
than to feel that they are joined for life –
to strengthen each other in all labour,
to rest on each other in all sorrow,
to minister to each other in all pain,
to share with each other in all gladness,
to be one with each other in the silent unspoken memories.
Poem to Say Sorry
Please give me a chance to explain,
What I did was completely vain.
It was clearly way beyond rude,
Completely stupid, I must conclude.
I used words, I did not mean,
I need to stop – acting fifteen.
My actions and words, simply not right
I’m sorry for my anger and spite.
Please give me a chance to explain,
There must be something wrong with my brain.
My emotions, I must learn to control,
And never hurt you, this is my goal.
Life’s Scars By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
There’s one sad truth in life I’ve found
While journeying east and west –
The only folks we really wound
Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.
Sorry my love
Sorry is a small word I know,
I may not have many feelings to show,
But, forgive me now and end this woe,
You also know,
That I cannot stay without you my love,
I think about you all the time,
So, please forgive me for what I did,
Please let me call you mine,
Sorry my love!
Apology Poems
Sincere Apologies
I don’t look at what I did
As a blunder
I look at it as a lesson
That makes me ponder
I don’t look at my folly
As my ultimate mistake
I look at what experience
From it I can take
If you see how keen I am
To learn from my errors
You’ll realize that my apology
Is an honest endeavor
my sincere apology
Sorry seems to be a very small word,
Compared to the way I hurt you.
I wish I could take it all back,
And bring back that smile on your face.
But since I can’t, just want you to accept,
my sincere apology from the heart.
I’m sorry.
The Apology by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Think me not unkind and rude
That I walk alone in grove and glen;
I go to the god of the wood
To fetch his word to men.
Tax not my sloth that I
Fold my arms beside the brook;
Each cloud that floated in the sky
Writes a letter in my book.
Chide me not, laborious band.
For the idle flowers I brought;
Every aster in my hand
Goes home loaded with a thought.
There was never a mystery
But is figured in the flowers.
Was never secret history
But birds tell it in the bowers.
One harvest from thy field
Homeward brought the oxen strong;
A second crop thine acres yield,
Which I gather in a song.
I want to apologize to you
I want to apologize to you
In every way possible
I want to make it up to you
On the double
I want to see you happy
As soon as I can
Giving you hugs and kisses
Is the first step of my plan
I am sorry
This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
Self-Pity by D H Lawrence
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
How Clear, How Lovely Bright by A. E. Housman
How clear, how lovely bright,
How beautiful to sight
Those beams of morning play;
How heaven laughs out with glee
Where, like a bird set free,
Up from the eastern sea
Soars the delightful day.
To-day I shall be strong,
No more shall yield to wrong,
Shall squander life no more;
Days lost, I know not how,
I shall retrieve them now;
Now I shall keep the vow
I never kept before.
Ensanguining the skies
How heavily it dies
Into the west away;
Past touch and sight and sound
Not further to be found,
How hopeless under ground
Falls the remorseful day.
An Apology
I’m sorry for the way I’ve acted,
I’m sorry for all I have done.
I’m sorry for always being against,
So please accept and forgive me,
I will change from this very day.
I’ll learn to love and not hate you,
This to you, my reflection, I say.
Sorry Poems For Her
Please Forgive Me
You are the one who is hurt
But I am the one crying
You are the one who is scarred
But I am the one dying
You are the one with blisters
But I am the one bleeding
You are the one with wounds
But I am the one festering
I hope you can see how
I hurt when you are sad
I apologize for my mistakes
Sorry For The Trouble
I can’t seem to fathom
What must have come over me
What I must have been thinking
When I lied to you unabashedly
I can’t seem to understand
What must have been in my psyche
How I didn’t even think
That I was just not being me
Making life difficult for you
Giving you more trouble to endure
I am sorry for giving you
Pain which was so uncalled for
Sorry is an honest word know that
Sorry is an honest word my friend
When I say sorry, I also mean it your way
When I say sorry, I also mean why I say
Its your turn to accept my heartfelt apology
It’s your turn to let go of things
The issue was small just think once
There was nothing that caused a stir
Lets just talk again to clear things out
There is nothing left to see or hear
I am telling you sorry from my side
Now accept my apology from your side
I am so sorry..I promise this won’t happen again!
Pardon Me Dear
I will convert your frown
Into a silly smirk
I will do everything
To make my magic work
I will take a minute
To convert your grimace
Back into a sweet smile
On your beautiful face
I am sorry
I Regret
I was crazy
To hurl curses
I was nasty
For all the abuses
But now I regret
I am at shame
For all the troubles
I am to blame
I promise you
I will turn a new leaf
Never again, will I ever
Give you grief
I am sorry
I wish that I could bring back
I wish I could just bring back that lost smile
I wish I could cheer you up every while
I wish I could just hug you tight
And tell you that I am sorry
No one is ever happy after a fight
It causes so many emotions in mind
I wish I could just tell you
That I don’t mean to hurt you
I am sorry as I apologize from my heart
I am sorry for everything that happened
This won’t surely happen again
This wont surely happen with you
I am also feeling so blue
A life lived without you, I am so sorry!
Sorry Honey
What was I thinking
When I broke your heart into two
I wonder what made me
Give heartbreak to you
Now that I look back
I can see that I was stupid
You have all the reason
To be angry for what I did
I am sorry
Sorry Poems For Him
Sorry For Hurting You
I hurt you
But it wasn’t intentional
I lied to you
But it was accidental
I disappointed you
But it wasn’t purposeful
I deceived you
But it wasn’t vengeful
Baby please
Forgive my carelessness
You are my
Life’s only happiness
I Am Sorry
I am sorry that I hurt you so,
By hurting you hurt myself more.
Your feelings mean the world to me,
I care for you more than I show, more than you see.
I am really sorry.
Forgive Me
Unhappy and disheartened
Dissatisfied and saddened
Troubled and disturbed
Worried and bothered
Is what I have become
Life is now burdensome
Free me of this pain
Allow me to breathe again
By forgiving me once and for all
Please accept my apology, doll
What I want you to know
What I wanted to tell you and what I could not do
That was something that made me so sad
That day my mood was very bad
I yelled and I know it’s my fault
Things just went all out of the vault
Forgive me as one mistake you can
I genuinely want to tell you sorry without any pretend
Forgive me is all I want to tell you
For you only give me a hint or clue
How will I ever be able to live without you
So sorry for yelling at you,
And I hope that you forgive me through!
Sorry For Mistakes
I don’t want all this pain
With all this confusion
To be the cause of
Your agony and frustration
I don’t want all this doubt
With all this suspicion
To cause a dent
In our relations
I don’t want my mistakes
To put us in a mess
Please forgive me sweetie
For giving you so much stress
I am sorry
Forgive Me, Darling
What I did was due to
My unknowing
I accept that my behavior
Has been very annoying
I want you to be
A little more accepting
I want you to be
A little more understanding
I want you to be
A little more forgiving
I am very sorry
My darling
Sorry is the word I have for you
Sorry is a word that is meant to heal
So please forgive me with that deal
I did not meant what I did
I didn’t meant what I told you that day
It just came out of nowhere
So sorry that I caused so much hurt
Sorry that I made you cry
Give me a chance to reason my self
Give me another chance to try
I promise this won’t happen again
I ask for forgiveness from you
I am sorry for whatever happened
Please forgive me through!
Genuine Sorry
I wish I was
As cute as a kitty
Who could melt your heart
In a jiffy
I wish I was
As sweet as honey
Then it would be impossible
For you to resist me
But I am none of these things
Unfortunately
You will have to make do
With just my genuine sorry
Poems For Sorry
Sorry by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
There is much in life that makes me sorry as I journey
down life’s way.
And I seem to see more pathos in poor human
Lives each day.
I’m sorry for the strong brave men, who shield
the weak from harm,
But who, in their own troubled hours find no
Protecting arm.
I’m sorry for the victors who have reached
success, to stand
As targets for the arrows shot by envious failure’s
hand.
I’m sorry for the generous hearts who freely
shared their wine,
But drink alone the gall of tears in fortune’s
drear decline.
I’m sorry for the souls who build their own fame’s
funeral pyre,
Derided by the scornful throng like ice deriding
fire.
I’m sorry for the conquering ones tho know not
sin’s defeat,
But daily tread down fierce desire ‘neath scorched
and bleeding feet.
I’m sorry for the anguished hearts that break with
passions strain,
But I’m sorrier for the poor starved souls that
Never knew love’s pain.
Who hunger on through barren years not tasting
joys they crave,
For sadder far is such a lot than weeping o’er a
grave.
I’m sorry for the souls that come unwelcomed
into birth,
I’m sorry for the unloved old who cumber up the
earth.
I’m sorry for the suffering poor in life’s great
maelstrom hurled,
In truth I’m sorry for them all who make this
aching world.
But underneath whate’er seems sad and is not
understood,
I know there lies hid from our sight a mighty
germ of good.
And this belief stands firm by me, my sermon,
motto, text –
The sorriest things in this life will seem grandest
in the next.
Regret by Charlotte Brontë
Long ago I wished to leave
” The house where I was born; “
Long ago I used to grieve,
My home seemed so forlorn.
In other years, its silent rooms
Were filled with haunting fears;
Now, their very memory comes
O’ercharged with tender tears.
Life and marriage I have known,
Things once deemed so bright;
Now, how utterly is flown
Every ray of light !
‘Mid the unknown sea of life
I no blest isle have found;
At last, through all its wild wave’s strife,
My bark is homeward bound.
Farewell, dark and rolling deep !
Farewell, foreign shore !
Open, in unclouded sweep,
Thou glorious realm before !
Yet, though I had safely pass’d
That weary, vexed main,
One loved voice, through surge and blast,
Could call me back again.
Though the soul’s bright morning rose
O’er Paradise for me,
William ! even from Heaven’s repose
I’d turn, invoked by thee !
Storm nor surge should e’er arrest
My soul, exulting then:
All my heaven was once thy breast,
Would it were mine again !
Peace Poem by Patrick Kavanagh
And sometimes I am sorry when the grass
Is growing over the stones in quiet hollows
And the cocksfoot leans across the rutted cart-pass
That I am not the voice of country fellows
Who now are standing by some headland talking
Of turnips and potatoes or young corn
Of turf banks stripped for victory.
Here Peace is still hawking
His coloured combs and scarves and beads of horn.
Upon a headland by a whinny hedge
A hare sits looking down a leaf-lapped furrow
There’s an old plough upside-down on a weedy ridge
And someone is shouldering home a saddle-harrow.
Out of that childhood country what fools climb
To fight with tyrants Love and Life and Time?
I’m sorry for the Dead—Today by Emily Dickinson
I’m sorry for the Dead—Today—
It’s such congenial times
Old Neighbors have at fences—
It’s time o’ year for Hay.
And Broad—Sunburned Acquaintance
Discourse between the Toil—
And laugh, a homely species
That makes the Fences smile—
It seems so straight to lie away
From all of the noise of Fields—
The Busy Carts—the fragrant Cocks—
The Mower’s Metre—Steals—
A Trouble lest they’re homesick—
Those Farmers—and their Wives—
Set separate from the Farming—
And all the Neighbors’ lives—
A Wonder if the Sepulchre
Don’t feel a lonesome way—
When Men—and Boys—and Carts—and June,
Go down the Fields to “Hay”—
Oh, Oh, You Will Be Sorry Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
Give me back my book and take my kiss instead.
Was it my enemy or my friend I heard,
“What a big book for such a little head!”
Come, I will show you now my newest hat,
And you may watch me purse my mouth and prink!
Oh, I shall love you still, and all of that.
I never again shall tell you what I think.
I shall be sweet and crafty, soft and sly;
You will not catch me reading any more:
I shall be called a wife to pattern by;
And some day when you knock and push the door,
Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy,
I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me.
Cross Poem by Langston Hughes
My old man’s a white old man
And my old mother’s black.
If ever I cursed my white old man
I take my curses back.
If ever I cursed my black old mother
And wished she were in hell,
I’m sorry for that evil wish
And now I wish her well
My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder where I’m going to die,
Being neither white nor black?
