Love Missing Poems | Examples
These Love Missing poems are examples of Missing poems about Love. These are the best examples of Missing Love poems written by international poets.
When I came home from a long walk, my door was a little open.
I thought you had shown up to talk, but then I felt more heartbroken
As I thought you wouldn't, for how cruelly I spoken.
Happy Heavenly Birthday, Dad, you would be 100 today - I miss you like a ghost misses heartbeats.
~
midst all of heaven's blessings
my treasures, known and had
not one can best the miracle
that fate made you ... my dad.
I love you, RT.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
What if our universe is merely a snowflake
Within a snow globe on God’s desk
And we think of ourselves as the center
When we are noticed but not the winner
Of first place for the superior species race
What if we get shaken up by His hands of love
As a reset for all the crime and corruption
The rainbow in the sky a divine sign
Of a powerful intervention a show of mercy
A chance to heal and be revealed as worthy
The first chapter was light and creation
Of a system of stars bigger than ours
And the beauty of the black sea of skies
Can be seen as God’s personal canvas
With the last page a power play missing
IN AND OF MISSING BELOVED FRIENDS
Need no more troubles,
Stop following Satan’s way;
Be in that of God’s:-
Don’t you miss God’s peace and love?
They didn’t leave you; you left them:-
I love old book stores.
The smell and look of old books,
sets my heart a pumping.
At home I have my favorite stops,
checking out each shelf carefully.
When I travel,
I look up stores before I leave home.
My list can be short or long,
with a book or two or three following me home.
This summer I found an old book,
a book jumped into my shopping cart saying,
please take me home.
I have been reading on and off for weeks,
last night I got to the end.
I could not wait to see what was going to happen,
The Last Page Was missing.
So sad the eye
That look upon another sunrise
That seems, a light, meaningless without you
For our love last outshined the brilliant sun
And all the lesser dimming shades we shun.
Our source bound as one
Continuous gleam of warming virtue
That blue-clad the golden sky—
But mortals die
And one day even I
Will fade from view.
The sun knowing only gloom
Exists beyond its sphere
Like the loneliness of this room
That calls you near
To comfort thro'
The night's despair—
Shades closed
Curtains drawn,
No moon
No stars
No dawn
I have this pain inside
One I'm unable to control
It's a longing for you
Radiating from deep in my soul
This being away from you
Fills me up with misery
I despise not being there
It takes a toll on you and me
This longing has become painful
It haunts me as if it's a ghost
I should be holding you
And that's what hurts the most
This isn't what we planned
Spending our marriage apart
And even though it's temporary
It doesn't ease the pain in my heart
For this pain to go away
Our time apart must end
Finally coming home to you
Will let our aching hearts mend
You took your love away
I'm trying my best to hold on
I know that if I let you go
You will forever be gone
I cannot accept that scenario
A life without you next to me
Would be a life I couldn't live
A nightmare i never want to see
How could I even try to live
Without you being in my life
The only thing I did right in life
Was simply making you my wife
I know there has to be something
I don't want our marriage to end
I know your heart is broken now
And it will take time for it to mend
I love you with all my heart and soul
I'm tired of being the reason you cry
Please give me my last last chance
Before you say your last goodbye
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.
my bed a ghost without you there
“Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.”
— Thomas Gray, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
Well known or not, we write our poetry
Our inner souls reflected in our ink
Also influenced by our family tree
We every now and then cause some to think
The years pass by and then away we go
Well known are some, but others not so much
‘Tis easier to honor those we know
While unknowns by the wayside fall as such
Each unknown poet lived a real life too
Their love of verse sprang from their dear hearts’ wells
Their memory forgotten, but still true
For remembrance and respect we ring the bells
This tribute to an unknown poet’s life
Shows that we care and mitigates our strife
Its always aches,
when it becomes too late.
When you finally realized,
those and things you forsake.
And now,
like a coward,
I yearn for eternal rest,
rather than walk this journey alone,
without true.
left to wrestle with fading thoughts,
of unkept promises.
I slip into the void of this endless black hole,
of what might have been,
goes on to be forgotten,
where unreleased words
and wandering feelings of love,
gets relinquished,
into the forever what if.
Lost love seeps from curling words
into a floundering bloodstream flow of tears, sketches echos through the heart.
For it is your acidic tongue drips venom,
and only God holds the serum
to cure the Scars of the dark.
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
I remember when
you touched me
when our love was fresh and new
the way your eyes gazed
into my everlasting soul
when words came out of nowhere
put into poetry form
before the leaf scattered
and the wind tore us apart
I stand beneath a gunmetal sky
pulling words out of nowhere
forming my own poetry
kneeling before you
on top of you
whatever way the casket lays
I yearn to hear your voice once more
and long for your touch again
as rain drops begin to fall
tears from heaven
a silent kiss
another touch
If e'er you pause upon a night
with frequent sighs and lonely eyes
meet me in the gaze of night
upon celestial skies.
Whether known or foreign lands
or in the plains or wooded stands
meet me gazing near or far
upon the dance floor of a star.
For only high at points of light
can two hearts mingle in the night
and if only for a moment share
the joy of you and me up there.