For Her Missing Poems | Examples
These For Her Missing poems are examples of poetry about For Her Missing. These are the best examples of Missing For Her poems written by international poets.
It’s set to be the heat today
As it was yesterday - I fathom
The God still takes us for a clay
Can’t tell one hot day from another
The ghost of you comes down but I
Can’t see if you are here
Though I can feel your loving smile
As if you are so near
As you once were in happy days
We nonchalantly spent
Maybe if I could see your face
I’ll be that ghost you met
In our lifetime’s recent past
Under your apple tree
We’ll meet again, revived from dust
Hot summer day it’ll be.
I am stuck in the Eighties
I am being reminded of you
Every memory of Sherri
Is being invited and excited by
Emmaleigh
She looks so much like you
My dear Sherri
So much it's scary
Her reminder of you
Leads me to the times of our younger selves
In the depths of memories I delve
Even her mannerisms
Remind me of you
Every time I see Emmaleigh
I am taken back to when we
Met [fourscore and seven] in Germany
Death came today...
taking my sweet Jess from me;
to an even better place, I pray,
than this life we shared so passionately.
If only I could just hold her,
keep her a moment more;
but alas, God has called for her,
now she sleeps evermore.
So many small things I should have told her,
too many feelings left unsaid;
I can only hope she sensed my love
was stronger than words instead.
As I pass through this day of lost love,
there is but one thing to lessen my pain:
her promise that one day,
our two souls will be one again.
So someplace I'll plant a single flower,
brighten a lonely place;
and hope she knows it blooms for two,
an endless love for one never to be replaced.
forty years transcend
evaporates in a trice
life suite an echo
I am told that Time
are increments...the
happy man counts
his by kisses – a family
hour, a dream for the
thrifty~ wise, a short REM
seeming somehow linked
to greater eternity –
I am told that Time
is precious – or burden
to those without Power,
to those hungry –
alone as empty and sad
Time with God I've never
found wasted...
Though I've managed
good use of all these
Time away from you
has always been, pure hell....
Daffodil of your eye, hiraeth cried
Coracle of streamlines
Pili palas on your head
Twelve dwts cwtch buwch goch gota
I still have a smile on my face
From the lines that I trace
A festoon that started on your cheek
Through ribbons of your hair, still making me weak
A circle down your spine begining at the nape
Ending in with my hand in full affectionate drape
Returning gently up your side
Hearing your soft lips open to which they sighed
Mine then touch yours with the sweetest of kiss
Telling you how very much I miss
Holding your hand in a simple grasp
While the other releases a clasp
Then drawing a figure eight
Feeling your stress completely abate
To finish this image just open your mind
To what possibilities the two of us can find
i have sat at this table
where it all began
that Lady and Tramp dream
came at last to fruition
the checkered table cloth
chianti bottle adorned in melted wax
where light dances in shadows
across your face
and in the passing years
seen your hint of coming grey
adorn the weather of time
come full measure
where the bud yields to the rose
in that blossom my eyes always see
the depth and breadth
of the heart, i love so much
as i reach across, take your hand
the ring reminds me
you graced my life
an earthly existence worth living in
OKC 4/5/22
My heart
Can’t say it’s over
Just following
Feelings
Can’t understand why my heart still beats
Heartache that’s strung out on love
Love that was so so
Red flags swaying in the wind
Can’t say it’s over
Heart only knows love and nothing more
Stirring memories in the wind
filling my head
Bringing heartache and pain
I wake up in this cold, cold bed
A thousand miles from home
I see your face up in my head
Your love follows where I roam
Too many trips, too many miles
Away from your loving arms
The countless looks and warm, warm smiles
Warding off this hard worlds harms
I yearn to feel you up close and near
No miles or clothes between
Safe and knowing my loving dear
Your looks and smiles now seen
I count the hours until we meet
Heartbeat by heartbeat, I go
Measuring time in till we greet
I miss you, miss you so
To the Great Love of my life, my beautiful Marianne
bumblebee colors
an unseen hazard sign
too late for her
Drifting on a moonlit night
My mind and I lay peacefully
The pearl filled sky still shimmers so
With sands of sleep for me to see
Serenity of thought prevails
My eyes aflutter into sleep
As memory again regales
A treasure trove for me to keep
Drifting on a moonlit night
As close to you as I can be
For in this giddy dreamlike state
Your face I will forever see
On nights like this, the world is still
And smiles that only elsewhere shine
Can yet illuminate in love
To linger in this heart of mine
A LONELY MAN WHO MISSES HIS WOMAN
Is it meant for a man to cry;
Alas, why?
Don't I have eyes;
Why can't I;
Shed, just shed a tear;
For joyful pride;
I cry;
I smile;
My eyes, Sigh!
Tears salty drops water from my eyes;
A love gone now I miss you so;
Loved you so, now your gone;
I am a lonely man who misses his woman;
2/22/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Has anyone seen my muse -
I think she’s gone on a world cruise
One where there’s plenty of booze
Then she can have a long snooze!
Why has she run away to sea
I’m searching for her constantly
I’m feeling really unhappy
Please can someone help me?
If you find her, please send her back
Then I’ll be fine and on the right track
I’ll take her out in my Cadillac
And confiscate her spotty knapsack!
Then my muse won’t be free to roam
She will have to stay with me here at home
So I won’t be left all alone to moan
And I’ll write poems in a massive tome
6th February 2017
They made a pact before he went off to war
That on his return they would wed
He became missing in action in a land so hostile and far
She cried when she heard the news they had alleged
The disappointment drove her over the edge
Turning to alcohol to relieve her pain
Saddened by the broken pledge
Now she would never see him again
But he had been rescued and did return
He searched for her from sunrise till setting sun
Of her whereabouts he was fain to learn
But the one he loved had become a nun
He was depressed, his heart broken in two
And to a higher power she had become faithful and true
For Paula's "Pact" contest