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The Ballad Of Poet Destroyer

"The Ballad of The Poet Destroyer"

Destroyer, and creator of words
Flying high on the wings of a bird
Drowning every inch, by foes and friends
Where has she gone?

When push came to shove, 
She continued standing tall after every fall
Falling fearlessly like the falling star tapping the lips
Topaz, a star in the eyes of envy the enemy
A dreamlike, miracle mirage, fresh like mints
No reason in remembering yesterday's sad song
Slightly she moves in with the new barren breeze,
A maze in disguise, no way out
A feeling so good, you hate
The naming of names, that won't escape you 
Your eyes of lust, imitate PD's sweetest touch, 
Destruction, with pleasure
A new day, killed by the morning after pill
Everyone gone, shadows remain
Where, has she gone? 

A feeling so good, you hate
Your unmatched precision, wobbles your stability
She'll give you a taste of rays, despite your low self-esteem 
Happiness turns to sadness, making every jaw drop
Where has she gone?

She's not the painting of Mona Lisa, 
However, it does not stop you from spending your cash-
-To see a picture painted with a frown,
Look what you've done!

Never to return, what was, what is!
You say you love her, then you run
A dry barrel, an empty gun, 
Never will the enemy be number one, 
Nothing but a shadow, a rug for PD,
Like a dream, her imagery is haunting
Love her or leave her, her pen name remains
Poet O' Poet where are you?

Advocate of smiles, enjoy her copy paste kiss
Trace her silhouette found in the midnight mist
Blindfolded, indulge by the wind
Breaking, the Texas Hold EM' Hand
Her freedom, her land
Gone insane, she laughs, 
Untouched she remains, she lives
Inside of me

By; PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

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HIDDEN MEMORIES

I reach onto the bookshelf Carefully removing the photograph album from the top shelf We nestle together on the sofa I slowly turn over the pages Yellowing photographs that capture precious moments frozen in time Suddenly you become animated Hidden memories begin to return … We laugh as you recall stories from the past You lovingly stroke the faces of those now long gone Wishing they were there by your side for real Tears fill your green eyes as you reach out and gently squeeze my hand Nostalgia Contest Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
11~25~16


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016



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Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece


Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013

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Autumn's desires

Autumn's desires

Your amber-umber eyes, penetrate me
as saffron sun sets on faces, ashen
Your suspicious mind raves with jealousy
as pumpkin winds chill our summers passion
your love transitions to winter's fashion.

Fire and ice keep flowing through your bold veins
Wild imaginations portend cold rains.

I dream of your ruby-red crimson lips
my mind won't rest until you have returned
the  touches from your ginger fingertips
we can rebuild the bridges that have burned,
then, we will laugh at all the lessons learned

I think of your flowing cinnamon hair
mem'ries of our home, and you being there.

John Derek Hamilton
September 16,2017


Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017

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I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help








Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

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Now and Then

Now And Then My heart still thinks about you – Now and Then -- My arms still want to hold you – Now and Then – And, even though I know you’re gone, Your mem’ry just keeps hanging on And I still think about you – Now and Then. My friends all ask about you – Now and Then. I tell them I still see you – Now and Then. Though you have someone to take my place, When I close my eyes I see your face – And your mem’ries, they still haunt me – Now and Then. My heart keeps on rememb’ring How much I loved you so – And though I know it’s over – My heart just won’t let go. And, when I think about you – Now and Then. I always see a love that should have been. My life will never be the same ‘Cause I’m always haunted by your name – Each time I think about you – Now and Then. Yes, I still think about you, Now and Then.


Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2013

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LindaMarie The Sweetheartof P S

  ~ Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~

When it comes to a friendly hi!
One of the best poetry, hearts we can't deny!

Our Sweetheart Linda Marie
No one is smoother and sweeter than her- our peach tree

Always stopping by to say hi, no matter, rain/sleet or snow
Her contest Zany Zoo, one of the soups best show

A woman who never judged me from the start
Linda Marie, thank you for being such a sweetheart

Sharing her delightful poems,  a double doze for me
Oh Me- Oh My- That woman can write so much poetry!

I am sure she is loved by the poetry soup staff
LOL! How this blonde bombshell  made us laugh

Remember, when she took her laptop to a sandy Island 
She smiled, and shared, how the laptop was damaged with so much sand

Hanging out with Linda, it's like singing "Kumbaya my Lord"-- I felt her holding my hand
How sweet of Linda, when she invited us to meet her new Husband?

Linda Marie is loved by her very own BBF team
Letting us know, life has been more than a dream

Her heart so big, she worried when her BFF's weren't around
Leaving notes, making sure we have not hit a poet break down

She keeps us in her heart when we are not logged in
Her beautiful and clever/witty poem will forever remain 

Most of her poetry made me smile
Linda Marie's poetry had so much Style!

We prayed for you when we heard about your son
Thank you for sharing your faith in God. -Linda You're #1

A poet I highly recommend
Linda Marie my poetry soup best friend

Dedicated to:
~Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~ 2012
~I"M gonna miss you, 2013
Happy birthday to you :-(  Don't leave, 2013

NEW NOTE:  
(STILL MISSING YOU) Love always, YOUR BFF -- 2014
Sending my Heart, To one of the soups Leading Ladies
RIP. Linda-Marie Bariana You are forever loved


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

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Detach

Violet tulips
Each petal flips, another
Memory of you

©Drake J. Eszes 


Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2013

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Simply time to go, a little brother's lamentation

Too hard for me to say goodbye
For all apparent reasons why
Even though we all know it must be
Each heart will someday stop the beat
When the rhythm of life, and silence, finally meet
.
Yet I always seem so surprised 
To find that death is part of life 
Knowing that regret, will now haunt my every rhyme 
The specter called "if only", will inhabit every line.
Wish I could arbitrate a deal to have gained a little time
Just one more talk with Sissy, to ease my guilty mind. 
.
And the sun now sets on my regrets
I gamble on time and lose each bet
Thinking I'll move on and yet, 
here I set . . .
Wishing for one more time 
One more pun
One more smile 
That will never come 
.
If I could just recall the things you said that mattered to you most.
Memories un memorized
That now I'll never know
Years of conversation when I didn't pay attention
Times I should have said I love you 
And somehow failed to mention
.
Then when you tried to tell me you felt your time was drawing near
Your selfish little brother pretended not to hear.
Even when you did your best,  and tried to let me know
You'd made your peace and you were ready, and that for you . . . 
It was simply time to go


Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015

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Since Youve Been Gone- A 24 Year Old Poem

Since you’ve been gone….
	The flowers have lost their color
		The sun refuses to give its light
			The moon weeps in her sorrow
				And days have turned into night
					Since you’ve been gone

Since you’ve been gone…
	The birds sing a mournful requiem
		The wind moans at the windowsill
			The sea threatens and billows
				The starlight has grown suddenly dim
					Since you’ve been gone

Since you’ve been gone…
	My world has crumbled down
		The people laugh at my pain
			My strength has withered away
				My tears mix with the rain
					Since you’ve been gone

Since you’ve been gone
	I’m haunted by the beauty of your smile
		I count the endless seconds and days
			I moan your name to my bedroom walls
				I wander around in an endless maze
					Since you’ve been gone

Nothing, no nothing has been the same…
Since you’ve been gone

Eileen Manassian
Circa 1991- 1992

I know there are some changes that need to be made to this, but I wanted to share this with you as I wrote it when I was about...24ish. I wrote it for my then boyfriend who is now my husband. He is the only man who has ever made love to me. I've known him since we were 12....


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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A message from Emilly

A message from Emilly
By Angelo Casiano


A message from above to those of you I love.
I love you more than you’ll ever know,
Even more now that I’m gone.
And my love for you will grow and grow,
Like the chorus to a song.
I had to leave much sooner than
 I thought, I must admit.
But you know mom, until I’m done,
 I’m never gonna quit. 
I left behind some parts of me,
 I have so much to give.
Because of you I’m strong enough,
 to help some others live.
So Daddy when you think of me,
While you watch the Phillies play. 
I’ll be sitting next to you. I’ll be with you every day.
 You’ve given me the best of you.
And now I’m giving back.
I will love you for eternity. No matter were I’m at.


Copyright © Angelo Casiano | Year Posted 2014

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AN ANGEL IN DISGUISE

Merely a child yet now she is running the house So many chores to undertake, her childhood is in tatters How can she forget the day her dear mama passed away Her father mourns secretly since he lost his beloved spouse Precious memories of her in their hearts forever will stay His darling daughter survived, and nothing else matters 02~06~15 abcacb rhyme form Contest: Angel in Disguise - Isaiah Zerbst


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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Stream of Memories

Oh tell me where they are, the ones I miss
The ones I long to touch with ardent kiss
Where are the ones my heart is longing for
I ache within for those whom I adore

Where are the ones that I have loved and lost
the ones I tried to keep at painful cost
Where are the ones who hold a piece of me
All silent now, a part of history

Alone, I sit while thoughts of them now plead
to come to life, to breathe, and to be freed
As I succumb to time who's gentle, kind
I see them all again; sweet trick of mind

The ones who loved me not, now love again
my mind brings mem'ries bright of where and when
and once again the sweetened words I taste
of friends and loved ones gone without a trace

I see my mother praying while in bed
She lives once more, not lying with the dead
I hear her whisper words of truth and grace
My trembling fingers trace her Angel face*

And then my daughter ‘s hand is safe in mine
She’s back at home and everything is fine
We spend the night in laughter and delight
I need not worry where she is tonight*

My loved ones are around me, not abroad
The ache that pains my heart is healed by God
For though I miss the ones my heart holds dear
This stream of mem'ries brings each loved one near

*My mother's name was Angel. She passed away on March 19, 2000. She had Multiple Sclerosis which kept her from kneeling beside her bed for her prayers. She would sit up in bed and pray for each one of her children.

*My daughter is studying in Hungary, and I miss her terribly

Eileen Manassian




Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2016

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FALLING TEARS

My tears keep falling as days pass by I’m left heartbroken, just sit and cry I miss you darling, so does our son You never told me what I had done Since the day you walked away The azure skies have all turned grey I can't sleep at night as you’re not there Hard to accept that you don’t care Days turn to night; I sit alone My aching heart has turned to stone I do not know where I went wrong Now I just sing this sad sad song Inspired by listening to Autumn Leaves sung by Natalie Cole Contest Sponsored by Teppo Gren 04~23~16


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Champagne Kisses




I’ll think of you and blow a kiss
Across too many distant miles
Then sink down into bubbly bliss 
And let the candles burn away 
I’ll think of you, with tears and smiles 
As Auld Lang Syne begins to play 

When countdowns end, and toasts are made  
And champagne kisses make it real 
When all the music starts to fade
I’ll walk outside and search the stars
With new-year promises to seal
I’ll raise my flute – this night is ours 

I’ll think of you and blow a kiss 
When countdowns end, and toasts are made 




Copyright © Becca Teagan | Year Posted 2016

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BACK WHEN I WAS A CHILD

The song that moves and
 touches my heart is dance 
with my father again.
Because I will never forget 
the man my father was.
Back when I was a child 
I longed to be in his 
presence.
He had a larger than life
personality. 
His nieces and nephews
looked at him as a father.
“Oh lord I’m dying to dance 
with my father again”.
Everytime I hear the song I 
begin to cry.
I long for his hug
I long to hear his voice
“Oh lord I’m dying to dance
 with my father
again”
“ Oh lord we’re all dying
 to dance with my father 
again”.

4-4-17
Alexis Y
Inspired by my favorite song
Dance With Father Again
Written by Richard Marx And
Luther Vandross
https://youtu.be/wmDxJrggie8



Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2017

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Night sky

Behold, a crack in the sky...
Its a star ! And then it multiplies...
A thousand million
 silver twinkling confetti...
Galactical milk in celestial ballet
Your white bedazzle takes the breath away
Soapsudded moon and underwater candellabra
In an ocean of quiet delivery
Oozes a rhapsody, nay a symphony!
Gliding on golden orbital slide
A bridal comet gown on fluted notes
MAGNIFICAT! MAGNIFICAT! MAGNIFICAT!


Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2016

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legs of women

I'm getting that feeling once again
the tip of my soul is running away
my feet can not keep up with my regret

I stole the dreams I had from someone else
the failures I felt were never mine or real
until the morning I lost you 

a dozens lives have been lived since
a thousand miles I walked to forget this
every morning reminds me of you 

who said we get what we deserve?  
why try to find the fit that broke? 
what form can salvation really take? 

I'm lost in this land with my artist veins 
I abdicate the thorns ventured past my life 
trading words for any capital I can count

where does content come from 
I've looked between the legs of women 
and found where the strife of life began


Copyright © James Swartz | Year Posted 2017

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We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

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Indian Giver

(To give then take)

I shut my eyes for a few seconds today
Missing you, I wished you were here
Then suddenly the walls became dim 
My heart murmurs your name 
I swallow the tears behind my eyes 
Claiming back the wish 
Why would I ever let myself fall in love again?

By: PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015

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splitting heart ache


visions of you
romantic visions of just us two
can these visions be possibly true

dreams of you
wonderful dreams of just us two
are these dreams really really true

my heart is now black and blue
my heart was once for you
my heart is now broken

in two


Copyright © Sebastian Aaron Baez | Year Posted 2014

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ABC Love Poem

                            ~My Trip With Love~

A arrival from Montreal to San Francisco seeing my son and his children.
B beautiful red roses on my approach expressing their love towards me. 

C for caring to have an eye contact honoring my motherly devotion & fidelity.
D for dreams come true when i sleep at night in my own studio. 

E for enjoy having our breakfast first day while exchanging our life time stories.
F for faithfulness towards one another was so important since his childhood.

G good friends who invites me to their homes to meet their families.
H for happiness when I run to the restaurant help greett his customers at work.

I interfering with my sons life is a long forgotten issue, a perpetual respect . 
J for jokes we exchange together through evenings laughing endlessly.

K kissing me good night when the night is over for me to retire.
L for love that I get from both of them when I cook an oriental dish.

M morning ride on a tour with family & soft music while driving.
N for never do I complain about any subject when shared together. 

O older, but I don't let them feel my arthritis pains when I am visiting. 
P for pictures are taken as souvenirs from this fabulous journey once a year 

Q quite evenings when I leave my son and wife to have an intimate night.
R for roll up my sleeves to clean their home to amaze them out of love.

S surprise when home from work to a house clean & table set for dinner. 
T transport for me is the subway my independence not to bother him.

U unique love between a son and mother, he is my rock. Best friends.
V variable outings touring the city while discussing his children's future.

W wanting those happy days to last forever. But will return next year. 
X xylophone for enjoying the music of our last dinner together.

Y yearning from my depth to have wanted my stay to last longer.
Z zone when we said farewell at the end of the visitors area. Tears of joy.
Visiting my sons once a year is my dream come true forever. The love for my children has always been, "The Endless Love Of A Child".

Therese Bacha
. 28/5/2013

 An ABC poem :For Alfred Vassello


Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2013

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Just a Girl

Just a girl in a room, sitting on the floor,
I can see her in this window, but I see no door
Crying her song of anguish, of this unspeakable pain,
Has every intention never to feel it again
I rock, I tremble, my life is at cost
All I know is this shell, for it's myself...my core...my all I have lost

From the start I new this fight could only last so long,
I aimed to defeat it, striving to remain strong
Each day in and day out, facing the demon, fighting the doubt
At a moment with no warning, without any clue
I was losing my strength...my energy...all the will I once knew

For now, my all is lost, my memories are faint,
There is no pretty picture left for me to paint
This girl on the floor, in this empty room
Was this girl condemned for a life of doom

My tears disappeared, like they'd never been there
Dried up with my soul, the time is clear
Wanting to shake her, make her open her eyes
To show some hope, the blue is still in the skies

Then, out of nowhere, I found the door
I wanted to save the girl on the floor
As I neared and inched to her close
She wasn't that girl, what I saw was a ghost

As I turned to walk out, stopped by a noise
I heard the laughter of girls and of boys
With that came a voice of peace and of grace
She told me, she's happy, no-more demon for her to face

I am calmed, I'm reassured, I'm no longer in pain
She was the broken me, but now I am strong again


Copyright © Katee Surface | Year Posted 2013

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Moon bridge

The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.

I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.

In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
            the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
         wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.

How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face 
of eternities long time clock...

I ache with wanting, with need and passion
          it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
                              when I faced realities shock.

Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
             and make the broken whole?


I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me. 
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
                that so many leavings have left?

Cherish and love to honor and protect
             but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
     and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
      with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?

I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
      this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
   with the brush held in your hand

I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.



Internal rhyme
Imagery
Assonance
Alliteraton
Repetition
Synesthesia


Copyright © tara jennings | Year Posted 2013

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You Shine Your Light

You shine your light in darkest night
Your beacon burning there so clear
If I had wings then I’d take flight 
You shine your light in darkest night 
I feel your warmth holding me tight 
As in your arms you draw me near 
You shine your light in darkest night
Your beacon burning there so clear

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.24.2014


Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014