Missing you poems trace how an absent person remains part of a speaker's day. A familiar sound, an empty place, or a moment that would once have been shared can bring affection and longing into the present.
Browse the examples below and notice how the speaker addresses the person who is away. Is the poem looking toward reunion or learning to live with a lasting absence? A remembered gesture can give the feeling a personal shape that broad declarations cannot.
The heat has gone the sun slowed down
And its rays went out of town,
It just left us in the cold
In our shivers growing mould,
Need replacement for the heat
Back again that feeling sweet,
To feel the heat right on the cheek
So much good for the physique,
A replacement I must find
One that’s sweet a one that’s kind,
Perhaps an image does the trick
And watch your wares with every click,
That would surely warm my heart
As it was right from the start,
Cause when I first laid eyes on you
Felt all the veins burning right through.
I see the flowers disappearing
And the bees flying frantically
I see the leaves falling
And I see the birds leaving town
I see the snow falling
And I see the gloomy smiles
I see the bleak skies
And I see the emptiness
I see the clear skies
And I see the morning sun
I see a faint image
I see you in a mirage
I want to fly
I want to see you smile
I want to be by your side
While I'm still alive
OF LOST LOVES AND DASHED DREAMS
So many loves lost, choked, under the weight of words not spoken.
So many dreams dashed by the timely plunge not taken.
The seemly hour never arrives, neither does a second yearning,
only the feverish clock keeps ticking…hounding…reminding…
Faces turn hoary as the minutes slip by,
memories blur and fade, much like the mind’s canvas -
smeared and splotched by the tint of tirade.
I had fettered the wings of my youthful desire
to my cupped palms so tight,
all that remained was a splintered heart and a bleary sight!
***
Morning sunlight, beaming your name
Early morn dew, steaming like flame
Clouds curled blue, tinged in orange kiss
Your lips I keep, your face I kiss
Beasts of the East, flying with ease
Feasts of geese, heartwarming like bees
Your skin dipped on honey-glazed peas
Your lips I keep, your face I kiss
Afternoon sunlight, your face lit
Winds of open sea, your lips split
Smiling with trees, your scent I miss
Your lips I keep, your face I kiss
Nothing in this world is as beautiful as their laugh
Nor their smile
When it shines all the horrible things fade away
Leaving a brief moment of possibility
Leaving a short breath of relatability
Nothing in this world is as sweet as their happiness
Nor eyes
When they let it flow all the vile things slip away
Leaving a draught of peace
Leaving a small wish vulnerability
Nothing in this world burns as much as their soul
Nor their heart
When it breaks the world shudders and quakes
Leaving a lifetime of sorrow
Leaving the sickening thought of inevitability
Farewell to my small town
I left there Sunday
Turned my back on my friends
What can I say
Seems an election of mine
was a tad out of line ...
I'm heartsick already
for this I'm too old
Without my companions
I'm not quite so bold
as to proclaim small towns
breed only small minds ...
Though alas, no room in their hearts
for even one different kind
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.
I’m at the end of long trip, my daughter,
For, mine is a tired old ship, my daughter.
May God give you power to bear, my daughter,
And for that doom’s day equip, my daughter.
I’d dreamt, I’d play with my kid all the time,
But now my energies dip, my daughter.
It’s time, you get used to world without me
As I begin to lose grip, my daughter.
As I prepare to leave, remember this:
Let my thoughts sink with life’s ship, my daughter.
______________________________
Ghazal | 26.09.2026| daughter, father, life, missing you
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 ~
WE'LL BE AGAIN
I lie awake
You walk alone
I hear your steps
Though you have gone
A last, Amen
Where all things end
A prayer, the night
Let dark descend
"We'll be again"
"We'll be again"
I'm laying here tonight
In the bed we used to share
Looking at your side hurts
Without you it's so bare
I pull your pillow close to me
But you scent is gone too
As tears roll down my face
My heart breaks again missing you
It hurts a little extra knowing
You leaving is because of me
This burden I'll carry forever
I deserve all this misery
I don't deserve happiness
That fact should be known
I deserve this life of regret
That I'll forever spend alone
Just so you're aware I'll tell you
It's you my heart will always choose
I still believe what we had was magical
And something too precious to lose
I cannot believe that we're done forever
Don't you desire what we were too
Ask yourself and your heart will answer
What we had is too angelic to be through
How is it you wonder I still love you
Even after all the hell we went through
There were bad times but remember the good
My heart longs for those moments with you
I miss you in ways I can't explain
A piece of me is missing without you here
My love is greater than I ever knew
What I couldn't see it before is now clear
I wish I had the chance to show you
And I truly hope someday that I will
If you decide you need our love again
I will be right here waiting loving you still
TACTILE
By Frank Daub
Tactilis – the Ancients said.
“Capable of being touched” –
There is a heaviness in this word,
That awakens the soul – too much.
Of lost proximity, hand
Touching – hand?
Or
Love
reaching the empty space
Of an unresponsive land.
Ooooouuuuuu
Iiiiiii just wanna knowww if I’ve got your eyeesssss.
How do you feel about meeehhhhh
Ohh I’ve been waiting to see your faceeee
Just to seee
Do youuu do youuu really want this pressure
Do youu do youuu act like it’s pressing ya
Spent time in cali waiting for you to call me !
Im ashamedddd
When will be the next time we meettttt.
Couldn’t wait for that dayyyy
Oooooouuuu cause I can’t lie im starting to miss ya.
Got me thinking bout our ruminations .
All these other lies got me feeling so jaded.
Im tired of what they say hey !!!
Do youuu do youuu really want this pressure
Do youu do youuu act like it’s pressing ya
Spent time in cali waiting for you to call me !
Im ashamedddd
When will be the next time we meettttt.
Though my missing you has become a bit of a wistful feeling,
I still feel serene in recalling songs you always sing,
Contently knowing you have always been my soul's calling.
Missing You Categories
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brother, christmas, dad, death, heaven, her, him, husband, jail, love, mum, romantic, sad, sister, wife
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