Best Missing Her Poems
Missing love, missing her, missing…
Leaves are falling all around
Time I was on my way
The seasons change and so do I
My smile lingering of moments spent
while colors dance in abstract fauna
clashing with drab thoughts
Thanks to you, I'm much obliged
Such a pleasant stay
If anything, you made it special
Greetings of morning drifting
on a sunrise of lavender whispers
singing sweetly on the breeze
But now it's time for me to go
The autumn moon lights my way
As nighttime glows I must ramble
where destinies play and winter
is merely a state of mind
chilling dreams along the path
But now I smell the rain and with a pain
And it's headed my way
It follows me wherever I go,
regrets fall in torrents creating
puddles on the edge of my fate,
missing love, missing her, missing…
Good night Soupers
Written with the help of the lyrics of the song “Ramble On” by Led Zeppelin
The bold lines are the song lyrics
Adorably cute
in my hand-tailored suit...
searching for my Cinderella missing her shoe;
among the prettiest faces, someone will stand out
with eyes that are somewhat blue...
and running into a handsomer guy,
it won't discourage her from finding her delight...
hiding behind others without the perfect alibi!
Come out of the loud crowd,
beautiful one...show every apparent charm:
the delicacy of your womanly gesture;
and I'll reach out in kindness,
to subdue the fears of your first encounter!
Come out of the dim shadows,
incredible one, and accept my dance...
a request from my eager lips;
think of where we'd be tomorrow indeed,
when everyone has left and we ecstatically breath!
All the glamorous girls on the dance floor,
drinking heavily and laughing hysterically,
can't be compared to you; and what I'm looking for
is not just another amazing beauty,
but that certain winkle of shyness and more ingenuity!
Be that Cinderella missing her shoe, looking straight at me;
letting me gently slip it on,
so that this tender moment can become reality...
before our memorable, romantic night is gone,
and we'll remember nothing more than fantasy!
Can you hear my voice,
on the other side?
I call quietly out to reach your ear,
and hope your heart will listen.
I don't care to reach the masses,
just one just you will do.
I'm a solitude writer,
as company can crowd me.
One perfect understanding being,
to delight in mutual comprehension.
How interesting silent communication is,
when two are wired just right.
A half wink, a half smile,
or just a half glance would do,
to translate all's well,
along with my hope for you too.
Keep fresh my love for you,
as my touch for you in your heart.
I cannot for years foresee,
how on earth we'd ever grow apart.
I have yet to witness over time,
true love that ever really did die.
If time would pass without an exchange,
hearts might surely bleed.
Like the clearing of a thick fog,
a lighthouse beam so bright,
the distance grows nearer,
ships find ports and captains raise their glasses.
Unite once again after rough seas and a long while,
together with a knowing half smile!
There is a sweeping beam of light
that is turning in my mind
this hologram of life
is now so very far behind
on flat black walls of conscience
the beam goes slowly round
the lighthouse is in operation
but no keeper can be found.
There is an empty frozen ocean
my mind solidified
emotion and aggression
now so very far behind
over waves of frozen fear
the beam goes slowly round
The lighthouse still in operation
but no keeper can be found.
This is Depression
Depression has finally found me
Depression
a letter of goodbye,
She's gone.
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Lyrics by Marco BING, written for the song 'Depression'
Missing her
As the lonely morn shimmers
in ribbons dancing along distant vistas
where blushing cloud formations
float on breathless breezes
and sunrise dreams
My thoughts wander
through the long shadows forming
of maple tree embraces,
when again the silent dawn
finds we are apart
And my heartbeat echoes
upon a sighing horizon,
illuminating pastel sorrows,
tearfully greeting another day
of missing her
When everyone's mad at me, they've good reason!
Or do they? Oft, the reason, I cannot tell...
… I put the pan on, leaving it to season,
And burnt the oil, smoked up the house, as well?
(My brother tried to roast a whole ghost pepper
He cleared the house quite quickly, in that way!)
Sometimes, some people seem to want mind reading
Sometimes, their thoughts ne'er find the light of day!
Or do folk see my bad habits, quite clearly?
My Wife could see, and softly told me off,
When I was blind and held my faults quite dearly...
But sometimes, when my heart is in the trough,
I just need patience -- my Wife was Ne'er demanding!
O! For sweet softness, quiet understanding!
missing her, I miss her through out the days and nights, hopping that one day she would come back to me.Missing her, i miss her wiht all my hearth, especialy when i hear the theme of a love song,
Silence.
For over thirty years he longed for a night free from the snoring that her sinuses caused.
Foolishly, he thought he could sleep much better if the grating sound did not echo in his ears.
Now he lies restlessly, unable to sleep in the silence.
Darkness.
The pillow he often placed over his head to muffle the sounds coming from the other side of
the bed,
Also helped shield his eyes from the glow emitted from the nightlight she could not sleep
without.
Now he lies anxiously in the darkness with the unplugged light laying harmlessly on her bed
stand.
Unencumbered.
His uncontrollable habit of wiggling his foot at night, which helped him fall asleep,
He consciously had been suppressing because the motion bothered her rest.
Now, free to wiggle in the empty bed, he lied motionless, too tired to move.
How he longed to hear the snoring he once thought he detested.
How he wished he could gaze upon the outline of her sleeping body in the shadows cast by
the nightlight.
How he desired to feel her elbow poke him in the side to still his gyrating foot.
The silence; the darkness; the freedom to move;
What he once considered long lost friends were now his enemies.
The sleep lost due to the sounds, the light and the restrictions on movement were a small
price to pay for having her by his side.
Now that he is free to sleep in peace – he cannot.
He misses her too much and the pain in his heart will prevent a restful sleep for a long time
to come.
Inspired By a Painting By Andre Kohn
MISSING HER MUSE
Rejection in scarlet tones.... her dance partner has flown
her lover.. her friend.. her saving grace there's no room for air in this place
at the dance bar she now sobs as her muse has left her without a song
no rhythm no rhyme.. steps out of time.... she is left to face her own demise
as she wipes her tears through sadness and woe the dancer must always
go on with the show.
Deborah Kelly ( Debbie Philly )
5/24/2013
Picture by :
Andre Kohn
Your kissing got me wishing your inter wishing got me missing,
Lead me to feeling money is not a giving life can ,
Change like opera with feeling oh how I see it,
Hands are meant for holding lover meant for closing,
Lover want cover sharing late night tell me what your dream,
Lovers of lovers holder of a candle what else is to explain,
Midnight tunnels timing for lovers hands felt hands warm,
What if i told you lovers of lovers not forbidden,
Hands are meant for holding lover meant for closing,
Hands and cover are meant for her loving,
Oh I Oh can say got a feeling more then a sealing,
Where to go with this type feeling,
Hands are meant for holding lover meant for closing,
Your love got me up all night,
The touch the feeling the in between the sheet,
Holding you like feather to a bird,
Morning in late night up all night,
Hands are meant for holding lover meant for closing,
All I want do is make love to you I swear my life my life,
All I want do is make love to you I swear my life my life,
Vision taking in oh what a rush,
Oh can tell me what lead up to these emotion,
Taken love for granting is far from me,
The touch the feeling the in between the sheet,
Hands are meant for holding lover meant for closing,
Can see beauty in her can see her for her,
Talks of s beach talks of of her lips,
The touch the feeling the in between the sheet,
Oh I oh I.
Hands are meant for holding lover meant for closing,
All I want do is make love to you I swear my life my life,
All I want do is make love to you I swear my life my life,
For better baby for better to baby Oh I Oh I,
Hours I spend, alone
lying supine in my bed.
Her absence, the worst thing I've known;
and the cause of these tears I shed.
She appears to need her space -
this I give of my own accord.
But the thing which I cannot face,
is to be truly ignored.
Yet I dare not go back,
upon my word and my assurance;
conviction is not what I lack -
simply emotional endurance.
And so I let no one see
my heart and my distress -
oh, won't you please come back to me,
my lovely, wandering Jess?
She's a mystery to all and I can't seem to recall
The moment our lips first kissed…
But since that time she was destined to be mine
And in my heart she'll always be missed…
I never understood her struggle with the things she juggled
Cause it all never mattered to me…
When I look in her eyes I see beneath the disguise
She wanted the whole world to see…
I saw a scared little girl who was afraid of this world
Because life had been so distraught…
That she hid behind fears and slept with the tears
Of the lessons in life she was taught…
So again on this day it's I who pray
Please God keep her safe in Your touch…
And I'll bear her cross for as long as she's lost
I guess I do love her that much
Gentle and caring hand laced tenderly on mine
Holding on while the rest of the world unwinds
Bright and beautiful smile brightening every day
Making every moment shared seem so magical in many ways
Vibrant laughter that echoes in the night air
Her disposition was always so sunny and fair
A sweet soul that radiated a magical glow
Always a pleasure to love and to know
Caring ways to show her never ending love
Her support and guidance could make you sore with the doves
Cherished memories full of so much warmth and joy
Mementos of childhood like a favorite doll or toy
Many things will be missed from this moment on
The fact that she has left us behind seems so wrong
Deep inside emptiness shall remain silently
A gift form God so beautiful lost not only to me
Her suffering is finally over and she has been set free
Someway somehow that though comforts me
Her memory will live on inside our hearts
So we know truly we are never apart.
She's steadily
Keeping me busy
Even when I'm idle
She's always on my mind
Because I miss her like breath
She's an idol
She's always racing in my mind.
My mind is flooded
With thoughts of her
I think I'm addicted to her
A moment without her
It's the moment of hell
She's my heaven, the one I lean on.
I've been lost
In her way
Without no trace
Just to see her face
None can take her place
For she's irreplaceable
She never complains but maintain
What she does or gives, I can't explain.
They couldn’t close the door,
They failed to shut down the world against you,
All the fights, pains, and fears are gone from your wounded heart,
Across the seas and mountains,
Dreams and destinies dangle,
Like a pendulum battling with time and space.
Everything you are today,
All that you'll be in future,
Sparks up the dead cells of my mind and soul.
Through my darkest nights,
And pebbly paths,
I hear your whispers.
All that I am now,
All that I wish be later,
Is worthless,
If I’m existing in a world without you.
Your angelic smiles,
And soft words give me hope for better days ahead.
Tomorrow is meaningless,
Yesterday is gone forever,
Having you now as the Queen of my heart is all that I care,
Because you are a dazzling completeness of beauty and love,
Gold money cannot buy.
Life is a blessing,
A daily assurance I do get from your luscious lips.
Now, all of me wants all of you,
But I can’t still find you here,
Yet, the world says you are close to me.
Where are you thou irresistible diva?
A Stewart Annie Everestus's poem © 2019