Long Poems About I Miss You
#IMissYou
Long poems about i miss you. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Fingering you...again
My apologies....
I know I haven't fingered you in a while
Lingered my lewdness inside the folds of your
Quilled imagination...
I've been wondering...
Have you felt me stirring
Restless between these sheets
Still bearing the stain of each previous exploration
It's been too long since I've moved
Some of that furniture around the underbelly
Of your unique boutique
Fed you my rhapsodic aggression
Feng Shui your silky interior
Your brand of hunger demands my full...
I know I haven't fingered you in a while
Lingered my lewdness inside the folds of your
Quilled imagination...
I've been wondering...
Have you felt me stirring
Restless between these sheets
Still bearing the stain of each previous exploration
It's been too long since I've moved
Some of that furniture around the underbelly
Of your unique boutique
Fed you my rhapsodic aggression
Feng Shui your silky interior
Your brand of hunger demands my full...
#lover
#WritingPoetry
#IMissYou
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ascension of Babel
the wind curls around the house
in full-bodied howl
making the porch rails hum
and I'm reminded of you
...of us...
how laughter used to rattle our lives
turning the most mundane into moments of hilarity
entertained by things no one else knew
...or could see
because giggles covered the screaming of our personal demons
creating a temporary sanctuary
and like a ghost who won't move on
your memory still haunts
words still echoing in my head I thought I'd already said...
...but perhaps they bear repeating...
there are...
in full-bodied howl
making the porch rails hum
and I'm reminded of you
...of us...
how laughter used to rattle our lives
turning the most mundane into moments of hilarity
entertained by things no one else knew
...or could see
because giggles covered the screaming of our personal demons
creating a temporary sanctuary
and like a ghost who won't move on
your memory still haunts
words still echoing in my head I thought I'd already said...
...but perhaps they bear repeating...
there are...
#sadness
#confessional
#acceptance #IMissYou
#acceptance #IMissYou
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Lonely
I miss you, nothing else to say.
Siberia's the heating of my heart.
Why was it impossible to stay?
To give us a fresh new start.
I guess I have to stay alone.
Your place is always there.
In fact, my chest contains a stone,
its pulsations I can't bear.
I depend on myself now.
I drew my force from you.
I have to go on but how?
I really .... have no clue.
It's sad to be alone.
Feeling lonely burdens me.
We won't really have a home,
where will I even be?
I had a purpose and a dream.
Now the wind...
Siberia's the heating of my heart.
Why was it impossible to stay?
To give us a fresh new start.
I guess I have to stay alone.
Your place is always there.
In fact, my chest contains a stone,
its pulsations I can't bear.
I depend on myself now.
I drew my force from you.
I have to go on but how?
I really .... have no clue.
It's sad to be alone.
Feeling lonely burdens me.
We won't really have a home,
where will I even be?
I had a purpose and a dream.
Now the wind...
#love
#grief
#loneliness
#death
#IMissYou
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Proactivity
#love
#BDSM
#patience #IMissYou
#patience #IMissYou
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Sorry/Thank you
Every time I have to tell someone new that my mom is dead
or I meet up with someone who I haven’t seen since before she passed
and I have to to bring it up as if it happened just yesterday
The response I always hear is “I’m so sorry”
and I’m halted mid-sentence at the brief, jarring processing of it
In the middle of spilling the hurt, albeit only surface-level to prevent
a complete collapse of the emotional levees,
I hear “I’m so sorry”
And I am paralyzed because it’s such an understandable, yet strange reaction
But what I usually have to say after...
or I meet up with someone who I haven’t seen since before she passed
and I have to to bring it up as if it happened just yesterday
The response I always hear is “I’m so sorry”
and I’m halted mid-sentence at the brief, jarring processing of it
In the middle of spilling the hurt, albeit only surface-level to prevent
a complete collapse of the emotional levees,
I hear “I’m so sorry”
And I am paralyzed because it’s such an understandable, yet strange reaction
But what I usually have to say after...
#grief
#mother
#death #IMissYou
#death #IMissYou
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Unholy Devotion
I stood in our ancient temple
palms pressed to the pillars
feeling the invocations & psalms
swelling in the room
swirling in intricate patterns
lyrically prismatic
~
as our words move in symbolic waves
symbiotic in nature...
akin to pyramid chess there's
so many levels to our enigmatic scripture
thus is the journey of savant and sage
revisiting our holy books
decoding the anthropology us as
liquified revelations induce
total recall one page at a time
~
and I...
palms pressed to the pillars
feeling the invocations & psalms
swelling in the room
swirling in intricate patterns
lyrically prismatic
~
as our words move in symbolic waves
symbiotic in nature...
akin to pyramid chess there's
so many levels to our enigmatic scripture
thus is the journey of savant and sage
revisiting our holy books
decoding the anthropology us as
liquified revelations induce
total recall one page at a time
~
and I...
#dark
#lover
#IMissYou
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SOMEDAY II (Dear Wife)
#sadness
#regret
#heartbroken
#IMissYou
#separation
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the ghost
It’s 5AM and sunlight is streaming through the windows of this borrowed room
While I lie awake in a new bed joined only by the ghost of us
And I am struck by the brutal truth that history always repeats itself
It was only a few years ago that I laid in another borrowed room, in another town, in another new bed
Accompanied by the ghost of a failed engagement
And a few years before that there was another room and bed and a much more brutal ghost
And now I lay here as this ghost runs it’s hand along my arm
Caressing my skin in a crude imitation of intimacy ...
While I lie awake in a new bed joined only by the ghost of us
And I am struck by the brutal truth that history always repeats itself
It was only a few years ago that I laid in another borrowed room, in another town, in another new bed
Accompanied by the ghost of a failed engagement
And a few years before that there was another room and bed and a much more brutal ghost
And now I lay here as this ghost runs it’s hand along my arm
Caressing my skin in a crude imitation of intimacy ...
#breakup
#MovingOn
#IMissYou #bittersweet
#IMissYou #bittersweet
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In One Hand
#sadness
#depression
#heartbroken
#breakup
#IMissYou
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Take Me Back
Everyday I feel a little bit of pain each day you’re away.
As my heart slowly becomes empty and all I’m left with are the memories I’ve spent with you as you gave me so much happiness meanwhile as of now I’m left in sorrow as I drown in my tears dreading the day you decided to leave me.
Broken and useless I feel as though I can’t function without wanting to see or speak to you again yet I know a part of me feels you won’t even bother hearing another sorry from me even though every apology I say could never be said carelessly for when it comes to you I care about you more than life...
As my heart slowly becomes empty and all I’m left with are the memories I’ve spent with you as you gave me so much happiness meanwhile as of now I’m left in sorrow as I drown in my tears dreading the day you decided to leave me.
Broken and useless I feel as though I can’t function without wanting to see or speak to you again yet I know a part of me feels you won’t even bother hearing another sorry from me even though every apology I say could never be said carelessly for when it comes to you I care about you more than life...
#depression
#heartbroken
#IMissYou #hurt
#IMissYou #hurt
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Tomato vines, and her tanned, wrinkled shoulders
Her silver hair hanging
in a braid down her
thin, strong back,
made me ache to
be like her as
we picked
green tomatoes
to put on the
windowsill.
The smell of the tomato vine
was menthol to my
queer little mind,
something like soul salve
with its elusive
tang of green
and spice
and pure.
Her planter boxes held
snapdragons,
and petunias, ...
in a braid down her
thin, strong back,
made me ache to
be like her as
we picked
green tomatoes
to put on the
windowsill.
The smell of the tomato vine
was menthol to my
queer little mind,
something like soul salve
with its elusive
tang of green
and spice
and pure.
Her planter boxes held
snapdragons,
and petunias, ...
#love
#grief
#family
#memories
#IMissYou
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Only You Will Do
On this lengthy, desolate path I tread,
Alone, uncertain of where it may lead.
Never did I think I'd reach this place,
Yearning for speed, then embracing slow pace.
Hope turned to despair, a bleak display,
For this journey, regardless, ends the same way.
My search for another, I no longer pursue,
No one but you, my heart truly knew.
The real thing replaced, now yearning to hold,
Wasted days and nights on empty highs, I'm told.
Enduring hardships, my worst to endure,
Only to discover, my need for you is pure.
Gazing...
Alone, uncertain of where it may lead.
Never did I think I'd reach this place,
Yearning for speed, then embracing slow pace.
Hope turned to despair, a bleak display,
For this journey, regardless, ends the same way.
My search for another, I no longer pursue,
No one but you, my heart truly knew.
The real thing replaced, now yearning to hold,
Wasted days and nights on empty highs, I'm told.
Enduring hardships, my worst to endure,
Only to discover, my need for you is pure.
Gazing...
#love
#loneliness
#IMissYou
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