Long Missing her Poems
Long Missing her Poems. Below are the most popular long Missing her by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Missing her poems by poem length and keyword.
starry winter night
missing her summer conversation
softly wishing in vain
moving on is like jumping off the high dive in a pool of poison ivy
starry spring evening
missing her winter conversation
a sweet, gentle breeze whispers her name teasingly
moving on is like jumping off the high dive in a pool of heavily concentrated acid
starry summer night
missing her spring conversation
dehydration sneaking up on me as i see mirrored spots of her beautiful image
moving on is like jumping off the high dive in a pool of chocolate coated sewage
starry autumn evening
missing every season of her conversation
another year older and my heart even more darkly clouded and cold
moving on is like jumping off the high dive in many layers of absolutely nothing
The sun rose gently, soft and warm,
But the house feels quiet, missing her charm.
Eid mornings filled with light and grace,
Now hold echoes of her smiling face.
She'd sit by the door, hands soft and old,
A shawl wrapped tight against the cold.
Her eyes would shine with joy anew,
As we lined up, eager for what we knew.
A crisp ten-rupee note, folded with care,
Slipped into our hands with a loving stare.
To the world, it was small – just a simple bill,
But in our hearts, it holds value still.
We’d run and laugh, feeling so grand,
That tiny treasure safe in hand.
To her, it wasn’t the amount she gave,
But the love and blessings that she saved.
Now Eid arrives, but she’s not here,
Her absence is sharp, yet love draws near.
I close my eyes and I can see,
Her gentle smile, watching over me.
The ten rupees may fade away,
But the memories will always stay.
Her kindness lingers, soft and deep,
A love eternal, ours to keep.
So as we gather, side by side,
We know she’s with us, full of pride.
And every Eid, in hearts and prayer,
We found our great-grandmother there.
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!
Written: October 25 2024 for Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tom Woody
---------------------------------------------------
Thrilling and alluring
hazard, affection, zeal, and heat
all the stated above
crimson, as a rose, is a sign of love
at all times evolving
when planets are aligned
color doesn't matter
because true love is blind
unseen for the most break
but only when glimpsed
mutable and undulating
colors are shifting
lasts only long enough
to be outrageous
love is a colorless mood
It is a heartfelt emotion
our eyes grasp everything
love stems from inclusion.
She hates frilly pink stuff
flavor, spice, everything squeamish
three sons and spouse
she shares blue but shuns others.
once drove a crimson race car.
young passion, now a yellow SUV.
easy access and exit.
deeply anchored, like her life.
Experts called her Autumn,
but what do they gasp?
to me, she’s summer,
colors bright and warm,
at times a little dusty,
like a sunlit kitchen.
so color her something,
it would just be opal—
a humble stone, but look deeply,
all the colors of the rainbow
explode from its heart.
When I am missing her:
I am just cobalt blue,
with emptiness...
when we are intimate:
I am a royal purple,
with happiness...
when I am working:
I am anxiously green,
with jealously...
when she is sick:
I am indigo, with
hopefulness...
Pleated, flirtatious hair.
release her loose braids.
with freckled cheeks.
She vibrates sweetly.
the furious downpour.
moistens dusty roads.
falling cobalt beads pitter.
rainy beat orchestra.
1st place contest winner.
In a corner filled with her threadbare yarn,
Queenie meows then cuddles on my lap
Ebon fur darker than evening’s palette,
She glows over a bowl of creamy milk--
Immune to our neighbor’s vicious tale
Murmuring endlessly of a feline’s black omen.
How this growing kitten walks with ripened beauty
Adored by other pets in our own yard,
Pawing uninvited mice and waxing a smile
With a protective nature saving their lives;
As she juts out Persian claws out the gate.
Though looking different from other cats,
Dear Queenie slithers with an enduring gut...
Missing her now, those purrs which speak of love
Reside in our hearts as we think of her charms
When her spirit’s old age breathes away,
Finally embracing the gentle wisp of light.
-------------
Written for Eve Roper’s Contest
There’s A Brighter Side
Picture #2 Posted 1/28/2018
There's a wedding dress in my room
It reminds me of feeling of excitement
Its glitters sparkles like her smile
So perfectly glam just like her
A lovely wedding dress on a perfect day
Everything is just on time
I've been waiting for this moment to come
See that wedding dress walking at the aisle
Flowers fly like happiness
Throwing a party after ceremony
The moment when she'll say "I do"
Two hearts become one forevermore
But that dream just lives in my mind
Wish she's right here with me squeezing my hand
She could walk her life with me in this world
Now I'm just holding our memories tight
Just like I hold my love on to her
I am missing her so bad
" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the
the one less traveled by and that has made
all the difference. "
Quote by - Robert Frost
YELLOW BRICK
Unintentionally urgent,
to choose or refuse,
to flee, to fly
possibly to die.
Excuse: just a child…
The clickety clack
attack of the narrow.
The meeting of strangers
along the way -
both good and evil.
Badly, she wanted to go home.
Bravely, she’d have to pursue
fear, fire, the witching hour.
Apples, red, near the yellow brick -
temptation, thirst, famishment.
Off the path, into dark woods…
Tricks are well-travelled - reveal
weaknesses - coveting, weary, greed…
One could endure the orbs, slapping,
soliciting, addicting; fall asleep, dream…
She’d not a brain in her head, her father said.
Her sister thought her a coward.
Her brother thought her heartless.
Would she listen to the talking heads…
She sighed, did not succumb to temptation…
It was only a bit farther, just around the corner.
This path, though fraught with anxiety
and danger, with pratfalls - dousing
a witch with water, missing her ride…
When she’d suffered, and died to self,
she’d unselfishly cherish her kin ‘til death.
She’s smarter than her years, her dad would say.
How brave you must have been, her sister would praise.
her brother sees, she’s all heart…
The crossroads came
in a most unexpected way -
a whirlwind adventure!
Gone now is the despair of separation angst
By faith, I'm relieved from great loss-bondage.
God’s grace prevails
assuring hope!
My mother’s flight to immortality smote me
left me grieving, yet momentarily.
Though pangs of missing her engulf my heart
I’m soothed by her sweet memories of love’s fullness.
Mom, you’re cheering me always, right?
… as among witnesses* there up???
Truth accepted…
We’ll surely meet!
*Hebrew 12:1 ...We also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses...
June 27, 2018
2nd place, "Fragmented Verse" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings - Dear Heart; judged on 7/23/2018.
When your pulse quickens, and
You gasp at that moment of time.
You realize you're the only one in the room,
But not alone.
The room becomes smaller, and
The air is thick with fear.
This is when you see the shadows,
Dodging between the doorways.
The lighting in the room becomes darker,
As you hear the whispers and noises all around.
Your curiosity gets underneath your skin.
Goosebumps, chills, and the visions.
The visions of the unknown in your mind.
The house becomes cold as ice,
Showing your breath as you breathe.
You hear giggling from your grandson,
Sitting on the floor, clapping his hands,
As the toy train moves by itself.
He has no fear,
Then you see the ghostly hand,
Caressing his head as he looks up,
Saying, "Grandma."
You were never in any danger,
She came to visit her grandson.
You prayed for a sign since her passing,
Every day, your heart breaks missing her,
She's been here the whole time.
She walks over and kisses you on,
Your cheek as she disappears.
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.
--------------------------------------------------
Lyrics by Marco BING, written for the song 'Depression'