The theme of regret in poetry explores sorrow, repentance, and a longing for what might have been. These poems often tell stories of missed opportunities, wrong choices, or lost loves.
Robert Frost’s ‘The Road Not Taken‘ is a renowned example, contemplating the choices made and the paths left unexplored. The tone can be melancholic and reflective, using imagery that conveys a sense of loss or yearning. Such poetry invites readers to examine their own past and the feelings of regret that may linger there.
‘A Daughter of Eve’ by Christina Rossetti is a heartbreaking poem in which the speaker considers what she’s missed out on in life.
A fool I was to sleep at noon,
And wake when night is chilly
Beneath the comfortless cold moon;
A fool to pluck my rose too soon,
‘Carpe Diem’ by Robert Frost is a poem that encourages the reader to live in the present and comments on people’s tendency to focus on the past and the future instead.
Age saw two quiet children
Go loving by at twilight,
He knew not whether homeward,
Or outward from the village,
‘Maud Muller’ by John Greenleaf Whittier is a classic narrative ballad that recounts how the poor peasant, Maud, and an urban judge fantasize about getting married and living together. However, neither of them ever takes action, which fills their lives with regret.
God pity them both! and pity us all,
Who vainly the dreams of youth recall.
For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: “It might have been!”
‘My Mother Would Be a Falconress’ by Robert Duncan explores a son and mother’s relationship through the lens of a falcon breaking free from his handler.
My mother would be a falconress,
And I, her gay falcon treading her wrist,
would fly to bring back
from the blue of the sky to her, bleeding, a prize,
‘The Minotaur’ by Ted Hughes explores familial strife, emotional turmoil, and the cyclical nature of violence within relationships.
The mahogany table-top you smashed
Had been the broad plank top
Of my mother's heirloom sideboard-
Mapped with the scars of my whole life.
‘Childhood’ explores the transitory moment when a child becomes aware of the passing of time, and the process of growing old.
I used to think that grown-up people chose
To have stiff backs and wrinkles round their nose,
And veins like small fat snakes on either hand,
On purpose to be grand.
‘What Now?’ by Gary Soto is a contemporary poem that speaks to the universal experience of aging and learning.
Where did the shooting stars go?
They flit across my childhood sky
vAnd by my teens I no longer looked upward—
My face instead peered through the windshield
The poem ‘When I Was Fair and Young’ by Queen Elizabeth I describes pride’s consequences, regret, and redemption through the intervention of love.
When I was fair and young, then favor graced me.
Of many was I sought their mistress for to be.
But I did scorn them all and answered them therefore:
Go, go, go, seek some other where; importune me no more.
Gunn’s ‘The Man with Night Sweats’ contrasts past vitality with present fragility, capturing the intimate pain of AIDS.
I wake up cold, I who
Prospered through dreams of heat
Wake to their residue,
Sweat, and a clinging sheet.
‘The River’ by Sara Teasdale narrates the poignant merging of the river in the sea from the personified river’s perspective.
I came from the sunny valleys
And sought for the open sea,
For I thought in its gray expanses
My peace would come to me.
‘To E.T.’ processes the lingering grief and regret caused by a friend’s death via an expression of loving admiration.
I slumbered with your poems on my breast
Spread open as I dropped them half-read through
Like dove wings on a figure on a tomb
To see, if in a dream they brought of you,
‘A Poem For Mother’ by Robin S. Ngangom contains the speaker’s regret for how he has lived. He feels his mother should not be proud of him.
Palem Apokpi, mother who gave birth to me,
to be a man how I hated leaving home
ten years ago. Now these hills
‘Slow and reluctant was the long descent’ by George Santayana elucidates the bittersweetness of undertaking a solo journey and finding solace in one’s tranquil environment.
Slow and reluctant was the long descent,
With many farewell pious looks behind,
And dumb misgivings where the path might wind,
And questionings of nature, as I went.
‘In Memory of the Utah Stars’ captures the manner in which memories can provide us with both pleasure and pain.
Each of them must have terrified
his parents by being so big, obsessive
and exact so young, already gone
and leaving, like a big tipper,
‘A Dead Rose’ mourns the short-lived nature of beauty, with vivid imagery and poignant emotions.
O Rose! who dares to name thee?
No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet;
But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubble-wheat,—-
Kept seven years in a drawer—-thy titles shame thee.