Best Misses Poems
A LONELY MAN WHO MISSES HIS WOMAN
Is it meant for a man to cry;
Alas, why?
Don't I have eyes;
Why can't I;
Shed, just shed a tear;
For joyful pride;
I cry;
I smile;
My eyes, Sigh!
Tears salty drops water from my eyes;
A love gone now I miss you so;
Loved you so, now your gone;
I am a lonely man who misses his woman;
2/22/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Meet Miss Adventure
you may live to regret it….
accidents happen
Miss Information’s
Well known for twisting the truth
don’t trust this woman!
I once met ‘Miss Stake’
I still live to regret it
It was an error
Mean Miss Ogeny
Shows contempt for women
It’s so ironic
Bad Miss D Meanour
A truly wicked lady
She’s quite offensive
Impish Miss Chievous
Butter won’t melt in her mouth
She sure is trouble!
Miss B Having
She often causes issues
What a naughty girl!
Vile Miss Ann Thropy
Sadly she hates all mankind
She’s to be pitied
10/04/21
7/4/16
Got to take care of business
From the start to the finish
Hits and misses
Above below and on the ridges
An unbelievable amount are religious
And superstitious
How much evidence and material lies among the fishes
And in some of the harshest conditions?
It piques curiosity and is rather suspicious
On the road to riches
Wishes
Shall be fulfilled by determination and wise decisions
During the entire expedition
You'd better pay attention and listen
Especially to what's important, if you want more wisdom
Learn from your mistakes, and understand the diffference
While still in existence
Don't burn your bridges
And act malicious
Because of your own greed and being way too ambitious
Out in the thickets
There isn't always crickets
(It can be completly quiet and silent, except for the crickets)
Always liked the look and scent of eucalyptus
And the same could be said for so many things, including hibiscus
Bless you this upcoming Christmas
Never once and until the end, I can not expect forgiveness
Anywhere especially due to different cultures and traditions
In my own personal opinion
You don't know,
you'll never know,
all the tears,
you've missed.
They've filled the sea,
the deep blue sea,
all my tears,
you've missed.
I still cry,
I'll always cry,
for all those tears,
you've missed.
You'll never know,
I wish you knew,
just how many tears,
you've missed.
You'll never see,
Gods kissing my tears,
the ones you missed,
from me.
She Misses His Hymn
She brood
His oohed
11/21/17
STAND ALONE FOOTLE - Poetry Contest
Note-brood, verb-worry, fret, sit, incubate
oohed, abstract noun-pleasure, satisfaction
title-since he is not in her presence, misses (play on words)
his essence, his hymns (play on words) she worries (brood)
Another goose egg.
The day I first met you,
I didn’t think I’d be standing here,
Standing here saying “I Love You”.
I thought we’d always just be friends,
That was until now; until the very end.
But I think it’s a little too late,
‘Cause something went wrong and we had to separate.
But I want you to know,
That I’ll always love you so.
My feelings for you,
Will stay meaningful and true.
‘Cause I never really knew,
how much I’d end up loving you.
And you mean so much to me,
That I hope someday, together again, we would be.
But my heart’s already broken to pieces,
And I’m trying to figure out what most it misses.
Even though,
I probably already know.
You made such an act when you were around me,
So everything that happened, I’d believe.
And I’m sick and tired of playing these games;
There are too many things for me to think about to name.
I think I need a little time and space to be alone,
But hopefully it won’t be too long.
‘Cause all I really want is to be with you,
Even though it may not soon be true.
I just thought I’d let you know.
I care for you,
Whether you think it’s a lie or the truth.
I’d never want a misfortune to come your way,
I just pray you’re safe each and every day.
‘Cause you’ve got me worrying about you so much…
There are those moments that pass by,
And the ones when you’re in my thoughts,
All I want to do is cry, all I want to do is cry.
But my heart’s already broken to pieces,
And I’m trying to figure out what most it misses.
Even though,
I probably already know.
Even though,
I probably already know.
…My heart misses you…
*This is a song I wrote. Hope you like it.
Sitting next to someone, she looked across the window
Sunshine a while ago and crazy turns the sky blue
Mind unable to imagine if it was something true
A light voice falls on the ears "if it snows today, we’ll go for a walk outside…."
She thinks- did I hear it right or is it a thought I should keep aside
She doesn’t have a jacket weatherproof
Her heart says-With what I just heard, do I even need the roof'
She sees white snow cotton balls rolling down the sky…
The heart beat suddenly rising a sea tide high
A second time the same voice saying- It’s snowing outside
The thought that indeed lured
Still the voice was knowingly but unwillingly ignored
Whether it was snowing or it would have that day poured
Could her heart ever be ensured
It snowed that day, the day passed and then a month
Gone was the snow and the year
But the voice so tender, still falls on her ear-
Secretly she wishes one more time the same she could hear
"Dark turned the sky a while ago was amber, it's snowing outside, let's step out of the chamber"
Often she thinks- "Wouldn’t it have been a walk to remember"
Had she listened to her heart- "Wouldn’t it have been a walk to remember"
This was her thirty first year and she could not wait to start
And with Christmas now getting near she so enjoyed her part
Gathering up the different spools with colors joyously bright
She took out her knitting tools and knitted through the night
Such a joy was it to do as teardrops were often knitted in too
For she had this very special view and from upon it she drew
And every child was unique as she could recall every one
As so often with them she speaks as her work is never done
She called the hospital ahead saying she was on her way
The man on the phone had said, "we have a little boy today"
And soon she would arrive a special blanket under her arm
That place came alive in the presence of such a loving charm
Rocking him softly in the chair, her blanket bundling him tight
Life already seemingly so unfair but that needn't start tonight
As this little baby had a need for his own mother didn't care
And the way she planted this seed was just by being there
TEH SKETCHES ACROSS THE NIGHT
WERE
STARS GLARE UPON THE FOLKS
THEY DANCE AND MAKE WORDS TO
THOSE THEY WISH WERE NEARER
THEY SING SONGS OF CONCERTED
WORDINGS
SONGS REHERSTED DAYS AND DAYS
THERE MUSIC IS LIVE BY
HORNS AND STRINGED INSTRUMENTS
DRUMS ARE PERCUSSIONED
ALONG WITH ELECTRIC BASS
THE AUDENCIES SMILE
AND CLAPPED TO THEY SINGERS
OF THE NIGHT
THAT TOMMORROW
SOME OF THESE MOMENTS
WILL BE ERASED
does the evil God Recuerda, have thee not to recall the words, and the steps that had been choreographed. Does he curse the evening to cause us not to be perfect: yet must we pray him away. Like gullible people who give meat offerings to the dirt god of the woods. Do we nail meat to the doors and pray ye to leave us that we might reach perfection. Might the woodwinds sing him to sleep, so that the drums startle him and he shall run scared like unprotected sheep running from the wolves. The needs of those who wish perfection, and the will of those who demand perfection, might these prayer have us as close to perfection as we need be.
Once an ardent surfer, she’s called Marie,
living now land-locked, she misses the sea.
She mounts an ironing board,
as the room turns into fjord.
Hands stretched, she surfs on fantasy with glee.
_______________
July 16. 2022
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10 (HMS)
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the trough feeds six pigs
unrelenting words of scream
the lists goes on and......
I will miss the art,
But not the farts.
I will miss the recces,
But not the stress.
I won't miss it being like a jail,
And the food is so stail.
Miss Brion will always be a jewel,
And is never cruel.
We always have many tests,
And never any time to rest.
We have to have our initials,
To be so offical.
There will be things I will miss,
But I will never give kisses.
The memories will always linger,
And always leave a stinger.
By: Lilly Houseknecht
Maiden misses her fate down by the sea
Novel has taken her interest away
Missive on her lap quells her light
Sailor ponders whether she might court he
Watching her from shallow part of the bay
Maiden misses her fate down by the sea
She is farmer’s daughter, name of Ashley
Her book is filled with romance, hey! Hey!
Missive on her lap quells her light
He questions himself getting down on a knee
She turns a page, unaware of man in gray
Maiden misses her fate down by the sea
He talks himself out of it; lets her be.
Resigns himself to a lonely life today
Missive on her lap quells her light.
He leaves in his fishing boat quietly
She yawns, not looking up, having no say
Maiden misses her fate down by the sea
Missive on her lap quells her light
This child is out of control, incorrigible, acting out, showing out.
We are tearing our hair, because we are teachers, we want to shout.
There is a trauma sensitive person assigned to help us out.
She hardly ever appears at our school; I want to shout.
Today she appeared, so I rapidly contacted the teacher with the news.
The out-of-control child is not here. Why he is absent? No clues.
So sad that they cannot be here at the same time, isn’t it?
I am sure he is at home throwing one huge giant fit.
Parking bay, crazy slots, for the desperate,
The one way entry to women drivers meet?
Sole paparazzi shot with killer instinct,
No reserve for insane, sidelined, extinct.
Incredible passion in body positions,
Atop or under between rattling degrees,
Bottoms in play with a Casanova streak,
Head light flashes explode in their touch and kiss.
A rub to the left smashing colors in tights,
Tongue in cheek metal crunches the perfection,
Smiley faces ignore the big bang theory,
Waterloo for disobedient cars of might.
News-room rushes, the main agenda heaps displayed,
Urgent rental services now go astray,
Nervous women drivers take safe taxi's home,
Men aghast at the picture’s vagary?