Missing You Poems | Examples of Missing You Poetry

The empty corridor of distance stretches long and dark between us. Silence, like a deepening shadow, lengthens as no words redeem us. Time, an ancient kindly neighbor, promises a light will come; a dawn to break the bonds of night, and love, your love, to take me home. ...

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I watched my sister fading away. She did as she was told Day after miserable day. Do this, don't do that, It's bad for you, good for you, Mustn't get fat. Could Nurse Ratched not see The harm that she caused? The pain she inflicted Gave me pause. Play by the rules, Sound advice for some fools, But not for this one. I make my own...

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Dragging my pen along the walls of the well, The ink of meaningful words runs dry, Blind to who you've become, and serving only to dampen empty sockets, The misty drops of moments lost become the meaningless tears I cry, And the blink of the eyeless is, likewise, frivolous nictation, For it was yesterday upon them your image permanently seared, And...

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i should walk away. i know that. i rehearse it, mouth the words like a prayer i don’t believe in. but you’re standing there, and it’s already too late. she trusts me. he trusts you. we are the knives in their backs, still warm with guilt. you smile and my ribs crack open like old doors in a storm. i don’t want this. but i do. i wish wanting you felt more like...

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I can’t change, and you can’t change. We are two separate people with two separate hearts. When did this road shred apart? I can’t force this love anymore; I am lost in deep thought. Emotional pain hurts, but when you add mental games and a teaspoon of lies, it becomes as ugly as a newborn...

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Late-night talks have always been the best. The love I have for you is priceless. I don’t want anyone but you; you have to be mine. I need those late-night conversations. I want to feel reconnected with you and ensure that this love will last forever. I need to know if this love is permanent....

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No calls, No chats, Just nothing. But here I am, Thinking about you....

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I miss you. Maybe I should tell you. Maybe I should tear through the distance with something as simple, as foolish, as a “hey, you crossed my mind.” But what if you see my name and feel tired? What if my hello feels like a burden you forgot to put down? What if I am the ache you no longer want to revisit? I...

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As the world tends to go around I look up at the sky, from the ground Can't shake this feeling of how blue it can be So, I ask myself why has God chosen me Don't get me wrong it a beautiful thing To be chosen by the creator like an angel with wings Then, out of the light comes the...

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2025.4.16 Today, it is my late friend AP's 6th death anniversary. This morning, I visited him And brought with me not only the usual, But three more new items A popular book "The Art of Happiness", A new published "The Holly book of the Foreskin" And a frame of my embroidery work, Consisted of a poem of farewell best wishes, The song "La Paloma"....

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In a world too big for one so small, You walked with pride, stood ten feet tall. A heart of gold in a dainty frame, Paris, sweet pup, we still say your name. Your paws once tapped across the floor, A rhythm we won’t hear anymore. But echoes linger in every room, A light that cuts through even gloom. Wrapped in bows or...

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"Even When You're Near" I saw you yesterday. You’re not far. Maybe five minutes, a handful of quiet streets. But I miss you. Not because you’re gone, you’re not. It’s just that the world feels softer when you’re in it, next to me, not just in thought. The couch feels bigger....

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Written: April 10, 2025, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand ******************* dawn and sunset on moor & windy hills ...

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It’s a heartbroken person Permanently sad The dark thoughts worsen They’ll drive you mad It’s a million different colors They blend together as one You can’t explain to the others So you give up and run It’s nowhere and everywhere You can’t ever break free The world you saw once was rare Now you’re waiting for the right time to flee It’s complex and never ending Leaving...

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A gaping wound pierces my heart in the shape of my be- loved. Someday it will scab over. Someday, far, far in the future, it will turn into scar tissue. I will rub it and it will be soft and smooth and comforting. It will be with me, in the shape of my love, for as long as I live....

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