Missing Poems | Examples of Missing Poetry

i sit alone and wait to see you again, eyes weary from my vigil. neighbors' rustling reminds me of the world passing by, but nothing distracts me from the prison of thought. in my mind i am lonely, in the crowd even lonelier. but the color i see in this stale black & white is that of your eyes miles away from me, the blue sky under...

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I find in today's world, books and readers are missing. Where have the readers gone? Why are books so unattractive? Could it be the style of writing or even their covers? Years ago many would share their books with friends, telling them the book was a must read. Does the book hold the reader, or does the reader hold the book? The style of...

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He’s someone she once knew. He’s the reason she loves the rain and why she finds herself always waiting for the next storm. The bigger the storm, the more she remembers, sitting on the back porch at Angel Ave, wrapped in his arms. He always made her feel safe during the loud cracks of thunder. The...

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The door swells in its frame each winter, paint curling like old tongues — still you press it open with a finger, leaving soft dents in the wood. Inside, the walls hum from hidden wires; plaster sighs under your barefoot weight. Every step — a loosened nail, a whisper of dust sliding down beams. The windows breathe in drafts, their single panes shivering; no storm...

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Life Without You Life without you in cold desert sand, I walk without shadow, the sun too tired to care. Alone in the place I used to know, walls whisper your name in cracks and corners, but you never answer. Silence moved in where your voice used to be. The rooms are getting smaller, the windows won’t open, time has folded in on itself only...

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Somewhere in time Lost long ago He had his only true love All his life, he wondered What one more kiss would have been like How it would have felt to hold her again Maybe how is life would have been better Alas, the time of that love was long gone He would never be able to love her Or love anyone else...

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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...

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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?...

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i call his name, flowing silk that slips away. a faceless voice whispers on the breeze. i embrace the sound, wave its bouquet like a wine, and touch it with my tongue. i clutch it in my hands like running sands through my fingers. and it lingers for a moment and is gone. ...

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I miss an open fire. Warmth, these days, is breathed out of the thin lips of a plastic vent commanded by a button. There is nowhere now where I can sit and stare into the depths of a dancing flame, enter that sacred space where thoughts and mystery meet and reconnects something in me to its earliest roots. I...

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I remember you my first ever friend, You and I were only six years of age, But within a year you moved away; Do you even remember my name? Can you recall what we used to play? All the fun we had, our goofy game? Or am I not in your memory book, a blank page? I wonder why a child's relationship...

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The Missing Ouija Board An Unholy Whodunnit in Verse I summoned ghosts at midnight’s glare, At Cemetery Gate—with snacks to spare. We were just spelling “B-U-R-I-E-D” when—Zap! The Ouija Board vanished... like a ghost on a gap. Who stole my Ouija Board from cemetery?! Was it the undead... or Karen...

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If brevity is the soul of wit levity the key to longevity be the humour in it and tho' we may be one link in the chain but a blink in the big picture the grand scheme of time here today and gone tomorrow on the brink I like to think (whenever I can) as the world's revolving I am a wink in the never-ending ever-unfolding evolving of...

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I FEEL SHATTERED INTO PIECES LIKE A BROKEN MIRROR. I CAN'T SEE MY REFLECTION ANYMORE. THERE'S A PIECE OF MY HEART MISSING THAT CAN'T BE REPLACED BY ANYTHING BUT MY SON. I HUG MYSELF TO FEEL COMFORT AND ACT LIKE IT'S MY SON HUGGING ME. WE WILL BE TOGETHER AGAIN I PROMISE.........

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Grown apart we became after a long while, Remember those days? Daily talks upon hours, endless laughter, countless stories, shared struggles, emotional break- throughs, as we both sit next to each other in silence. I always remember my best buddy, the one who saw me when others left without looking twice and held my hand with genuine love. A rare gem, one of its kind The time continues to pass us on, memories...

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