Missing Her Poems - Poems about Missing Her

The B Side Man

I was cut in the studio after the hit had dried its sleeve—
a shadow-track pressed in wax
buried under the melody that crowned them kings
I came with the needle's sigh,
not for applause,
but for the noise you never chose.

The A-side spun through summer air—
windows down, girls laughing loud
boys riding every chorus like a dare.
Me?
I cracked my voice

The Old Way

In the rain shadow of Majave Desert I eat hot sand
I am singing with their Death Valley
I have allowed them to build my faith under a Joshua Tree
                           

I Dream

As I look at the stars at night
and dream of what is to be,
my heart begins to smile
for it is you I see.

Knowing that you're close,
yet so far away,
I dream of you at night
and think about you every day.

For, every moment without you
seems like an eternity.
I dream of the day we kiss
and I can hold

It never ends, does it

It's amazing, they were right!
It all gets easier in the end
The pain of grief and loss subsides
And the sun can shine again

The moments are much happier
And it all just melts away
When not that very long ago
I couldn't make it through the day

The little things become so big
When your world is all askew,
Quiet, fleeting, the passing

Once we were Seven

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

Not Like You

Some say you are the best one,
sure have you a try,
you got curves that imprison
every straight man’s eye.
I thought we’d find our own path,
to see each other’s worth,
but we were just so different
that it all felt like work.
Both sides of every issue,
soon peace and quiet died,
sought solace in the bedroom,
the sex a pleasant lie.
Suppose we

Home

If home is a place
Then I lost my map
Hearts got misplaced 
Vocal cords snap

I scream and yell for one more chance
Then beg and plea for some closure
My legs are tired of this dance
Now I've lost my composure 

Teary eyed and red
Weight gained and lost
All the blood I've shed
Promises given with fingers crossed

Lies spread around
Passing from friend to

waiting to see you again

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

Books And Readers Are Beautiful

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

The Umbrella Story

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

I Am The Blueprint of My Own Quiet Ruin

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

Life without you

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

Somewhere In Time

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

MISSING HER LIKE BREATH

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

Longing To Hear Their Ghosts

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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