Missing You Longing Poems | Examples

These Missing You Longing poems are examples of poetry about Missing You Longing. These are the best examples of Longing Missing You poems written by international poets.


Premium Membermourning

my tears flow freely
longing for your touch, your voice
missing you deeply


Premium MemberNO ONE KNOWS


NO ONE KNOWS THE PAIN I AM IN
OR SEES THE TEARS IN MY EYES
THAT DO NOT SHED
EVER SINCE YOU LEFT 
NO ONE KNOWS HOW I CRY 
IN MY SLEEP SINCE MY ARMS 
NO LONGER HOLD YOU 
NO ONE KNOWS HOW I 
LONG TO HEAR YOUR VOICE OR
 HOLD YOUR HAND WHEN I WALK
NO ONE KNOWS THAT WHEN I TURN TO 
TELL YOU SOMETHING HOW MY HEART
BREAKS ALL OVER AGAIN
NO ONE KNOWS THAT
MY SMILES ARE FAKE OR
MY SOUL IS AN EMPTY SHELL
NO ONE KNOWS YOU WERE MY WORLD
THAT LIGHT THAT MADE 
MY SOUL SHINE OR THAT
OUR SOULS WERE ONE
NO ONE KNOWS
THE PAIN MY SOUL FEELS 
SINCE YOU ARE GONE
NO ONE KNOWS……………..

Premium MemberDance


A million times I said your name
Was it always our hearts to blame?
You and me, our hearts so adoring
Time for us… life will not be boring

A million times I said we will
It took time for our hearts to heal
You and me, our lives meant to be
Yet, we were just so young and free

A million times I said just stay
But you were only there to say
You and me, we’re not meant to be
Though my heart couldn’t agree

A million times, I said your name
Was it you or me to blame?
I longed for your hand, your kiss
You are the soul I’ll forever miss

A million times, I said this prayer
Hoping that you would be there
You and me, we didn’t have a chance
Though our spirits may one day dance!

Premium MemberI Dream

As I look at the stars at night
and dream of what is to be,
my heart begins to smile
for it is you I see.

Knowing that you're close,
yet so far away,
I dream of you at night
and think about you every day.

For, every moment without you
seems like an eternity.
I dream of the day we kiss
and I can hold you close to me.

So, until that day comes,
you'll always be on my mind.
I will love you till the end,
till the end of time.

Premium MemberLonging To Hear Their Ghosts

I'll deafen my ears before everyone else disappears,
So I can have the most quietest peace of mind that hears their ghosts.
What would I give then for others to be their living hosts?


Premium MemberOne Wonders

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….

Premium MemberMissing The Good Thing

The good thing is I am never going to be crying,
But the truth is there is still this deep heartaching longing
For that very something with that very someone I am missing.

Premium MemberOnce the moon rises

I remember the look in your eye
your voice your smile your touch your kiss
I remember like it was yesterday
and suddenly how you had to go your way



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Premium MemberSeparated

The empty corridor of distance 
stretches long and dark between us. 
Silence, like a deepening shadow, 
lengthens as no words redeem us. 

Time, an ancient kindly neighbor, 
promises a light will come; 
a dawn to break the bonds of night, 
and love, your love, to take me home.

Premium MemberThough we're apart

your name whispered
beneath my breath
to the moon above
i hear your voice
i feel your heartbeat
as if it's next to mine
you're on my mind
always every moment
day and night



AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025

Premium MemberStill Unattainable

Beloved, 
again, I bargain 
with my unbridled mind,
seeking to find 
a smile 
wider than time,
and wild eyes 
like mossy tree stumps, 
gliding against light,
in exchange 
for all of 
my recollection's 
regrets combined.

A stranger's 
divergent eyes 
always disappoint, 
pointing away from 
the maze of memories 
that light up 
a late father's reflection. 

Bashfully inadequate, 
I project pity upon 
those understudied features,
each seemingly 
inferior to familiarity.

An uncomfortable stare 
doesn't prepare one 
for the despair of 
a persistent 
preoccupation 
with 
what is not there.

March 8, 2025

Premium MemberStill Think Of You

You've been away a while,
And I still think of you.
The fact that you're gone,
I can't believe it's true.

With so many of these
Truly beautiful memories,
They make missing you
Such an absolute ease.

The pain I carry inside
Is from you not being here.
The time I had you,
Each moment I hold dear.

Even after all this time,
Every night I still pray
One day you'll come back
Into my life someday.

Premium MemberSweet Dreams

All my dreams of you are sweet
When missing you I press repeat
And once again we're in the park
Or sharing kisses in the dark
Silhouettes cast in moonlight 
Love and passion, out of sight 
Or on the beach taking a swim
Down in the Caribbean 
Or holding hands out for a walk
While toasting Paris as we talk
Or playing music up on stage
Adoring fans fully engaged
I dream about you night and day
Asleep, awake, in every way
Most are vivid, some are not
Either way they hit the spot
The place I have inside my heart
That longs for you when we're apart

Premium MemberStirring Echoes

Your echoes reach me 
though they travel from afar, 
over oceans and vast mountains, 
no matter where you are. 

Oh how I long to linger 
in their warm embrace, 
caught up in the raptures, 
seeking visions of your face. 

So in dreams I go searching, 
to claim what I so miss, 
the comfort of your body, 
the hunger of your kiss. 

The sweet sound of your voice,
The echo of your sighs,
How I long to hear it again,
And to look deep into your eyes.

The memories of your loving 
are etched on me inside, 
stirring up sensations, 
from the passion of your ride. 

Oh how I long to taste you, 
to return to ecstasy, 
to calm this raging storm, 
and quench this need in me.

Premium MemberHeart Without A Home

Homeless because home is where the heart should be.
Truth is you are where my heavy heart longs to be.
Homeless because home is when you’re with me.
If only sooner rather than later, you would see.

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