Missing Poems | Examples of Missing Poetry

What’s wrong with me? I’ve been asking myself this all week. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I weigh questions coldly and logically. Then it hit to me.. it’s summer, silly and I'm in classes! A typical summer would find me tanned, sunburned, greased and unkempt, like a happy, sandy, beach hobo, my hair would...

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JUXTAPOSED Standing either side of a door that is closed One might feel the other, just an inch away As two hearts that appear to be juxtaposed Just a whispered word, that the other might say Would be enough, despite the obstructed view Perhaps a touch must wait for another day Feelings both felt and expressed, are ever true Love permeates even the...

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How do you process when all is a blur? How can I take in the fact that you're no longer there? Yesterday was normal. Well, as far as normal goes. What will tomorrow bring? Nobody knows! Not so long ago, I thought I knew my path ahead. Now everything has changed and it has vanished instead! I was a carer. My...

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A lost sheep wanders... The shepherd once wonder; In the jungle of silent Lion, ...

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PREGNANT MEMORIES The love we shortly shared, Was as the sunlight of life, Fueling and energizing souls With unimaginable pleasure:- We met, touched, and loved, In that moment, we were one. But as time faded, we melted, Flowing away from each other:- Now, in the quiet of night, In the castle of my heart, And in the temple of my mind, Thoughts penetrate the distance:- Indeed, each...

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WITHOUT YOU Without you it will be no Liberty; Without you it will be no eyes; Where I could see; Without you it would be obscenities; Without you there'll be no peace; Without Elohim ; there would be nothing; Creator of all; He's Almighty God; All Father without there would be nothing 6/28/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025 ...

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When something is missing, when someone is gone, there is no light It’s not just the absence of sunshine, not just a starlight deceit It’s more like the aching of pain and sensation, the darkness burns ...

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Things Missing Somewhere in This House My birth bertificate… A box of needed, new bank checks… Both of our wedding rings… My Waterman fountain pen… After 4 decades, at least 3 doz. of Jim’s odd socks & 2 doz. Of mine… 2 Roku remotes, 1 somewhere upstairs & 1 here downstairs… (Worrying) The hand-written letters I received from...

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Missing: Generic Brown Teddy Bear, and 6 year old...

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—all this. You'd love it, but you lost personality privileges when you bargained against the middle of my chest, never starting compressions even though it was you who shocked me into an arrest. I'm still trying to break free of— ...

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The grief I feel is of another kind Sweeter than holy water A deeper breath than moorland air to find The black of midnight, not— Of monstrous seas, but— Of restful night, donated cloak From a kindly gentleman to wear Wrapped in coolest starlight, safe Astride a destrier — galloping to water Molted feather — fortuitously found New flight, gentle wind...

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When we parted at the airport you left a part of you behind, Your scent Lingering still on my shirts, my clothes my hands. I crushed them to my face and breathed you in, my eyes closed, remembering you. You smelled like lemons and flowers and strawberries. You filled the room, every room with the scent of you,then...

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One wonders of the flexibility of Time… 3 minutes hardly enough, or the perfect egg -- Our times together never seeming enough and the parts away, painfully protracted, occupant of my every reason -- Sentiments, of course, can’t be canned, bottled or frozen; no shelf-life for the heart deprived – a mystery why I even wear a watch? never checked when with you an eternity without you…....

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The canvas is so much like a seashore Where hands comb for a body to the storm Sometimes a continental piece will shift These wounds under the palette — Give her light while looking through the bars From some more than thousand marks The brush of close kissing hair by The stroke of your blue in brown eyes Stay familiar...

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How perversely exciting it used to be, in the months after you made your decision to abandon this hopeless situation meaning [rueful laughter] the UK, not so much the shattered bones of you and me I was still hanging on, a faithful puppy getting up early and heading out to Heathrow to provide the welcome committee and then I went straight to work?...

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