Best Friend Missing Poems | Examples
These Best Friend Missing poems are examples of poetry about Best Friend Missing. These are the best examples of Missing Best Friend poems written by international poets.
i spend all my time thinking about it
i can be surrounded by the prettiest sights
with the best people
doing the most enjoyable things
and i'll be caught up wondering
pondering
how it got to this
how much more will i discover
before i can't take it any longer
how long will i let you hurt me
before i finally find the nerve to let go
will it hurt more to let you go
or to keep myself stuck in this spot
forever
will you ever tell me everything
admit to it all
i don't think i could trust you again
not even with time
it'd be nice to know you think about it too
to know you feel guilty
but i know it doesn't eat you alive
like it does me
taking any last bit of joy i have left
or any i can try to find
i'd have more room for joy if i let you go
if i can ever bring myself to it
Now two days apart, as I lay
awake still in my heart
Trying to move on without
even a thought
Five years is time we shared
loved as we cared
I really miss our laughs
and your smiles warmth
Something I hope in future
is we heal and talk again
Will we be able to do this,
a friend wasn't my wish
Two days across the states
feels like lost fate
We thought and felt on same
level every emotion love
Shine on my beloved lady
Shine Excitement on My lady
We talked a lot, we shared some dreams
My very special friend
And though you might not do the same
I'll love you 'til the end
In time the memories gather dust
Their sharpness not as fine
Into the background fade they must
But always they'll be mine
Important though the details not
Remember I'll at will
Your smile recalled on the spot
You're unforgettable
Once we were Seven
Once we were seven now only one
Six gone before me
Now I’m alone
No one to reminisce with
Questions left to myself
Childhood memories but no one to share
They left me each of them, one by one
And with each passing
Came sadness and tears
Charlotte was first
We were closest in age
She teased and tormented me
But she loved me, I knew
The second to leave was my sweet Barbara
Independent, fearless, gentle and kind
Mysterious Edward I hardly knew
His passing a surprise cause we did’t know
Then it was John my protector my friend
He was my hero when I was young
Big brother Dale our tough marine
A virus took him a little to soon
The last to go was my big sister Donna
My mentor, my cheerleader
My very best friend
It wasn’t their choice, that I know
They’d be here today but they had to go
It’s a feeling of emptiness when you’re the last one left
Once we were seven
Now only one
Cathy Strackbein 08/07/25
"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 to end.
Her soft cream and tan colored fur,
would make me really want to purr.
The day we got her from the pound,
was all smiles and never a frown.
My little heart filled with smiles and love,
I knew she was from heaven above.
A saved rescue pet she would be,
wearing a halo for all to see.
Mommy made car riding so real,
it was always a big fun deal.
Night time we would drift off to sleep,
morning from the bed we would leap.
For a child death is always so cold,
our good times I will forever behold.
Now Angel is gone to heaven to wait,
rainbow bridge crossing has no date.
The Space You Leave
I have grown fond of the silence you left,
Not empty,
Just echoing Grace.
It wears your scent in quiet corners,
And breathes like you
In every space.
Your laugh still lingers in the air,
A melody the dusk replays,
Soft as secrets in the dark,
Bold as light
that never stays.
I don’t speak of missing you,
Not quite.
But if I did,
It would sound like this:
A pause,
A look,
A low half-smile,
A memory...
I wouldn’t dare dismiss.
Come back,
Even if it is just to tilt the room,
With nothing more
But your perfume.
Oh the space you leave
I miss your blond locks, your heterochromic eyes, and looks.
I miss your gorgeous smile, your mind, and your angelic voice.
I miss when I used to have the chances to be one of your choice.
I watch my years flow by
from chair, from sofa, bed.
I watch my life go by.
And life sees me go by -
my folks, my friends, my pals.
How long will this go on?
What do they think of me
as they can see me pass
so swiftly, this way, that?
Little life goes by
from chair, from sofa, bed.
What now is there to see
as I watch life go by?
(10 Apr 2024)
As The Rising Sun, The Dawn Came In Softly & Slowly;
&
So Did My Suffering.
Maybe Unexplained Or Unexpected Feelings;
Which Have Been Ignored;
A Sudden Melancholy Skulking In The Silence;
Awaiting The Arrival Of This Day.
The Days Have Regrettably Passed Since We Parted Ways;
About 4 Years Ago, & I Now Wonder If There Was Anything I Could Have Done;
I May Not Have Needed To Spend As Much Time In The Closet;
I Probably Need To Have Paid Closer Attention To How You Felt About Being Anonymous;
Or;
To Anything Else That Would Have Kept You By My Side;
I Am Sorely Missing You Right Now.
My Thoughts Are Hitting Barriers, & My Tears Are Falling Like Waterfalls;
All With Photographs Of You;
Including Your Wild Hairstyles;
Wild Kissing Technique;
All-Gleaming Beard;
Lovely Eyes;
Beautiful Voice;
Undetectable Abs;
&
Silly Smiles.
The Monotonous Music You Listened To In Your Place;
I Can Still Hear Them Playing In My Head From When I Visited;
I Still Occasionally Hear Them In My Brain;
Which Is Shocking, But I Genuinely Miss You & Those Awful Songs.
If someone came to me
With a box of my lost things
I'd rummage through
That box of lost
I'll find my old stuffies
Some old books
My lost socks
But I'd toss them aside
And keep looking for
No, not money
Or jewelry
And pictures
I'd look and look
Till I found you
The love of my life
My very best friend
I was in so much pain when
It came to an end
But here is this box
A box full of lost
And I found you again
And I'll never let go.
Summer soil melded
between bloodied feet.
There is gravel stuck
between bone and soul
in their arch. A curve,
a signature that belongs
to an individual, it is
yours and only yours.
It leaves a mark on that cliff
where children beat the heat
to feel gravity’s sobering pull.
Water is the safety net,
some simply wish to go from
Sixty to one hundred percent.
Maybe then there is freedom.
I think I know how it felt
when he left scuffed marks
and solemn remarks.
There was only shoeprints and
concrete. But there was also a
cracking of a shell,
and water flowing from its dam.
Who am I to blame a man
that wished to feel
freefall forever.
I see you
I hear you
You beat in my chest
A new life
You give me
Exceptional rest
A comfort
Just knowing
Your there in the end
A pathway
Now straightened
Removing the wend
Your cooLing
Returns me
From heat of the day
I missed
You return me
To finding my way
CV
twenty years of friendship no more. one of the best people in the world is gone. All she can do now is try to remember the good memories like how they use talk about visiting each other goofing around teasing each other about bad haircuts and their grade school days. But now he is gone, and her heart is in two. Who is going to tell her that she is crazy and remember the good times with? no matter how much she tries the brown eye girl can't stop crying. the pain is too much to ignore. all there is left are some old pictures and priceless memories of the perfect best friend a person can ask for.
Entertaining impossibilities
As if you could be replaced
Holding onto probability
And epiphanies not yet faced
A parade of local distractions
Numb revolving door romance
Affectations of attractions
Hiding the invisible dance
Between the shadow and I
Never felt something more
So much more than meets the eye
On our eternal ballroom floor
It's not right now
But it's always right now
So why can't it be right, now?
It's all I can write, now
And it takes me right back
Hoping someday
maybe you'll write back
I don’t love you,
I simply love the pleasures of love,
The butterflies in my heart,
The rush of emotions that come with it.
It’s not you I love,
But the beauty of love itself,
The way it makes me feel
When I gaze at the moon,
Or listen to the melodies of the cuckoo.
You may come and go,
But the joy and pain of your love
Will always linger on.
Don’t think I love you,
For it’s my love that I love,
And the feelings that come with it,
That keep me captivated,
In this endless cycle of pleasure and pain.
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