Missing Him Poems - Poems about Missing Him

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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"The pen must go where the pen wants to go. Today it went down Heartbroken Lane." By Poet The day came in with a great start but is going out with a broken part. With a child's loving and young heart, it must take a very painful dart. today I lost my furry best friend, in life guess some things have...

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In gratitude for mercy, I softly tread, For all that we cherished, the words left unsaid. Comforted by knowing you held me so dear, Our laughter still echoes, though you're no longer here. As I sit in reflection, the memories flow, The weight of your absence, a heavy undertow. Yet in sorrow, I find strength, a promise divine, That one day in...

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One day… After the fires are done And the water has carried all maps away… Someone will find you. Not to save... To name again. And then, you will remember You were not lost....

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Long ago, Mithila was left at this forsaken station, As the train slipped away on the wrong track, cutting all horizons. There was no return Mithila knew it, even then. This waiting was only a silent, endless sigh. In the dust-covered mirror of nostalgia, Her past flickers, bright as gleaming, Unreal in its stillness and beauty. The present? A colourless traveller That tells no...

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The ocean I always had a fear of the ocean you know? Those deep dark tides pulling you in The darkness lurking beneath the horizon But oh how beautiful it is Pulling me closer and closer Until my feet feel the shore going back home then coming back to me for a short moment before leaving again I hated...

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On a dusky evening long time ago, When shadows huddled at every corner, When rain had gone and birds had roosted, You held me close and whispered in my ear; “In your eyes I see, the blue of the sky, In your soul, you hold the depth of the seas, Love swells, like tides on rise, My life, I vow,...

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