Missing Him Poems - Poems about Missing Him

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...

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Hand in hand, under the trench. Always sitting, on the same bench. Class one - till twelfth, he was all mine. Both of us always on cloud nine! Mornings in the school and evenings under the sky. Aww! we were such cutie pies. Cute and naughty, hot and sporty, Sleek and tall, perfect bratty. He was way too chirpy. Every game, every competition we...

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she waits to hear the sound of his voice saying, "I'm sorry"...

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I missed some one a lot today, How he always loved to just play, And just a bit longer, always wanted to stay. He would always have some sort of joke, Never saw himself ‘broke’, And always charming when he spoke. I missed how, just BEcause, a broad smile, he would always wear, Confidently displayed it, without a care, And with everyone,...

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I ‘m missing him like we miss that lost tooth till the gum heals. I ‘ve been in the dentist’s chair Had the anaesthetic but still felt the tug and force. And the dentist yelled,look at this, I got it all out in one You see,the root was very twisted and tangled I told him,take it away. I’m...

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Even if I never let it show you mean the world to me, just so you know You've never let me down you've always been around You've been there through and through so for that I will always trust you I love you just so you know but its not something to you I wanna show When i see you there is hurt...

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She promised she'd stay He promised he'd pray come nights But, they still fell away....

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dreams fly by, as I sit here and cry. because your not here to hold me, and you'll never be here to feed me tea, when i am ill. And STILL... i stare at the phone at night. Cluthing your teddy dog, holding him tight. As i lie in bed, feeling restless, like the dead. I needd your voice in my ear, or i fear, my...

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MISSING HIM I thought I heard him call me imagination, so it seems I loved to listen to his voice but now, it’s just in dreams If he had only asked I would have followed anywhere If he had only loved me but, he didn’t even care ©NLB...

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