Miss Poems - Poems about Miss

Poem that is written with each gentle kiss Music I play twitching the corners of my lips Art brush paint four magnum opus till death Final one I will whisper with my dying breath...Read the rest...

I knew that old woman The one you lived behind the window Every morning she would give me a cookie I would chow it down while she watered her plants Now those curtains never open She is gone but that...Read the rest...

The dead dance in our midnight dreams then kiss our soul at rising light of sun beams The soft heart of yesterday still firmly beats as we recollect their images on memory streets Now we are the breathing book...Read the rest...

Peace and tranquility for two weeks, Life on pause, living a different dream, We had many lows and peaks, Our love was concentrated, a beam. Nights of pleasure and desire were shared, Heading back to our lives now, Some...Read the rest...

My Dog, Pig, was a British Bull A heavy but steady scary looking fool She would stand like a statue Perfectly hilarious And balance on things we thought precarious She faced every day with vigour, This rumbling tumbling Hog If there be...Read the rest...

Breaking hearts shatterd, Souls once one, now split in two, Crying out for love....Read the rest...

Once again the night came Once again your memory Once again my heart felt, a little cold and misery. The sky went dark The clouds were heavy In the midst of these raindrops I again...Read the rest...

The days will drag, I guarantee 'Til once again you're next to me Sitting there, so beautiful I sense the call, I feel the pull I hold it back, I don't want to I want to kiss and...Read the rest...

If it rains while I’m not there Don’t forget to wear your coat If you feel cold while it rains, take some hot tea If it rains and I don’t come to pick you up, take...Read the rest...

Death has drained my life of joy; my heart is an empty husk. I cannot muster a single smile from the many I've stored in memory; to come to my aid in my time of grief. An emptiness has replaced...Read the rest...

They say the last stage of grief is acceptance, the most difficult stage. The moment we acknowledge that they are gone forever. That they're never returning. I have not reach this stage yet, as how am I meant to live...Read the rest...

Dad, time has passed but it hurts me still, part of me knows it always will. I know you didn't mean to leave us, you were just in a dark place. Having a dad like you was the biggest blessing...Read the rest...

Is it you whispering through the rustling of the leaves Or are you the soft warm evening breeze Are you the quiet lapping of the oceans waves Is that you talking to me from the grave Is it you...Read the rest...

Seagulls serenade the salty air, as serene clusters of dreams~ weave poetry with palm leaves. There, waves whisper exotic love, ferrying memories of an island. Picture; 3...Read the rest...

No reason to remind what’s known, as clear as day Midsummer days are still, with skies of blue and white The evening strawberries decline in cups of clay Petunias heady smell get stronger every night It starts with mournful...Read the rest...