Long Poems About I Miss You
#IMissYou
Long poems about i miss you. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
MartenHoyle
Poem Published
15th Mar 2022 1:26am
15th Mar 2022 1:26am
The River
The River”
I cannot hear your name without losing every tear,
But oh no! alas! it’s all I want to hear.
They’ve said to me that I should be moving on
All the days that drag by since you have been gone.
But tomorrow is unclear,
And as I’ve said
Your voice in my head
Is the thing I long to hear.
I could sleep here forever in silence until I disappear,
But I woke to the presence of a whisper in my ear.
No-one was there—only the moon, like a lost angel.
I longed to say your name, but it was too painful.
I...
I cannot hear your name without losing every tear,
But oh no! alas! it’s all I want to hear.
They’ve said to me that I should be moving on
All the days that drag by since you have been gone.
But tomorrow is unclear,
And as I’ve said
Your voice in my head
Is the thing I long to hear.
I could sleep here forever in silence until I disappear,
But I woke to the presence of a whisper in my ear.
No-one was there—only the moon, like a lost angel.
I longed to say your name, but it was too painful.
I...
#IMissYou
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MartenHoyle
Poem Published
14th Mar 2022 6:07pm
14th Mar 2022 6:07pm
The Crossroads
The Crossroads”
If you could know me for the first time anew,
Is all of this something that you would do?
Here at the crossroads between what is right
And what is mine to seek (that we reunite)—
Between what is wrong and what’s for the best.
I don’t know if it’s you who put me to this test.
Life in the sun of this desert—is what I long for.
But for a drink of water, I can stand here no more.
Where are you? The wasteland is vast.
You are here right now. But you’re also the past.
Such a lovely face, I remember intimately ...
If you could know me for the first time anew,
Is all of this something that you would do?
Here at the crossroads between what is right
And what is mine to seek (that we reunite)—
Between what is wrong and what’s for the best.
I don’t know if it’s you who put me to this test.
Life in the sun of this desert—is what I long for.
But for a drink of water, I can stand here no more.
Where are you? The wasteland is vast.
You are here right now. But you’re also the past.
Such a lovely face, I remember intimately ...
#sadness
#love
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#IMissYou
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MartenHoyle
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2022 6:07pm
2nd Mar 2022 6:07pm
Alas! Our Tomb is Empty
Alas! Our Tomb is Empty”
There is a fear in me that I cannot hide,
Something I’m aware of I just can’t describe.
I should know better than to let myself dream
That love is more than what death might seem.
When you come walking through that door
I’ll be there, and I’ll be missing just like before.
The beauty I never forgot will be remembered
The familiar world left behind will be discovered—
I’ll hold my heart for you in surrender
But what if you do not enter?
Guided by knowing you need everything
Except for the love...
There is a fear in me that I cannot hide,
Something I’m aware of I just can’t describe.
I should know better than to let myself dream
That love is more than what death might seem.
When you come walking through that door
I’ll be there, and I’ll be missing just like before.
The beauty I never forgot will be remembered
The familiar world left behind will be discovered—
I’ll hold my heart for you in surrender
But what if you do not enter?
Guided by knowing you need everything
Except for the love...
#love
#death
#lover #IMissYou
#lover #IMissYou
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Particles_Of_HerII
Poem Published
28th Feb 2022 00:48am
28th Feb 2022 00:48am
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..Words from lips are little paper gods so easily torn away, stolen and changed. .I'd rather show you, your meaning to me - Noire Rose (Howlings)
submerged in russian doll
tragedies not meant for
the faint of heart, yet, too
much for one sensitive
soul, to face alone
by the looks of her silence,
one would never
on continual attempt to
reconnect with life and the
relativity to others despite
occurrences
It wasn't - it wasn’t easy ...
submerged in russian doll
tragedies not meant for
the faint of heart, yet, too
much for one sensitive
soul, to face alone
by the looks of her silence,
one would never
on continual attempt to
reconnect with life and the
relativity to others despite
occurrences
It wasn't - it wasn’t easy ...
#ILoveYou
#support
#IMissYou
#responsibility
#determination
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MartenHoyle
Poem Published
12th Jan 2022 5:08pm
12th Jan 2022 5:08pm
The Midnight Mirror
The Midnight Mirror”
You have shed tears in front of me,
And the tears you thought none could see:
I longed to kiss them from your eyes
I know you don’t want to hear it: But everybody cries.
And time has passed since we did not say goodbye—
I woke today before the sun could die
And I did not know if I was strong enough to weep
When I knew you would be waiting within my sleep.
Midnight comes at unusual hours
With all her sweets and all her sours.
Stars in the mirror. I want the natural affection,
But maybe all...
You have shed tears in front of me,
And the tears you thought none could see:
I longed to kiss them from your eyes
I know you don’t want to hear it: But everybody cries.
And time has passed since we did not say goodbye—
I woke today before the sun could die
And I did not know if I was strong enough to weep
When I knew you would be waiting within my sleep.
Midnight comes at unusual hours
With all her sweets and all her sours.
Stars in the mirror. I want the natural affection,
But maybe all...
#IMissYou
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KittyFromHell
Poem Published
31st Dec 2021 2:06am
31st Dec 2021 2:06am
To the Father of my Child
Almost five years have gone by, and we've been through so much. Our daughter is growing so fast, and she is so beautiful in every way. I can't believe there was ever a time I didn't want to be a mother. My emotions are so confusing to me these days with all that has happened. I feel as if someone else hijacked my life and ruined it, but that someone was me.
The feelings bubbling up now after all this time are too little, too late. I'm not even sure what to make of them. I am dying to tell you everything I have finally learned, but I don't want to upset you or your new love. Maybe...
The feelings bubbling up now after all this time are too little, too late. I'm not even sure what to make of them. I am dying to tell you everything I have finally learned, but I don't want to upset you or your new love. Maybe...
#sadness
#love
#breakup
#confessional
#IMissYou
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Particles_Of_HerII
Poem Published
18th Dec 2021 11:47am
18th Dec 2021 11:47am
origami/ed acts of understanding
Was peering out at the butterfly bush
we had seeded in view of our guest
bedroom window and an olive
tree that has listened to every evocation
sent unto infinity
these eyes then looked to the sun as
it slowly vanishes into the secrets held
by earth for over 4.5 billion years
and in the background my ears hear
ambient crackling wood gone white, I
am many fragile evenings gathered
in years, months, days, hours, decimal
seconds, existing in thoughtfulness: ...
we had seeded in view of our guest
bedroom window and an olive
tree that has listened to every evocation
sent unto infinity
these eyes then looked to the sun as
it slowly vanishes into the secrets held
by earth for over 4.5 billion years
and in the background my ears hear
ambient crackling wood gone white, I
am many fragile evenings gathered
in years, months, days, hours, decimal
seconds, existing in thoughtfulness: ...
#love
#nostalgia
#IMissYou
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
20th Oct 2021 5:18am
20th Oct 2021 5:18am
unsounded.
I can't fully remember
how you sound
not exactly
not anymore
Not your timbre
or sass
distinctive in style
Nor the retorts, so slick and searing
and not that laugh
yeah—
That. Tremendous. Laugh.
I'd barter away most things
without an iota of care
to hear it.... just once more
My mind accesses it
as warped and warbly
What I think-perhaps or maybe
what I once thought
so sure, of what I thought I remembered
Close, but not quite
almost.... but just out of grasp ...
how you sound
not exactly
not anymore
Not your timbre
or sass
distinctive in style
Nor the retorts, so slick and searing
and not that laugh
yeah—
That. Tremendous. Laugh.
I'd barter away most things
without an iota of care
to hear it.... just once more
My mind accesses it
as warped and warbly
What I think-perhaps or maybe
what I once thought
so sure, of what I thought I remembered
Close, but not quite
almost.... but just out of grasp ...
#identity
#memories
#magic #IMissYou
#magic #IMissYou
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JohnWilksLincoln
Poem Published
10th Jul 2021 5:47am
10th Jul 2021 5:47am
Worlds Collide
Alex Feng drives home from the hospital, leaving behind the woman of his dreams. As she lay dead on the hospital bed, part of his heart withers away with her. The bumpy ride back from the hospital reminds him of their relationship. Though most would consider it to be a rough ride, and would much rather have a smooth and loving relationship, Alex and Stella seemed to find love in the potholes and flat tires of the world. They found love like gaining muscle in a gym. By breaking apart the muscle while lifting weights, it comes back bigger and stronger. In the instance of love, Alex and Stella...
#grief
#heartbroken
#death
#drugs
#IMissYou
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Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
3rd May 2021 1:01pm
3rd May 2021 1:01pm
Thankful
It is funny how my grief works, because i can feel so alive and so whole,
And then something will remind me of you, and you consume everything that was.
And then the pain begins to spread, the reminder of the loss I have felt weighs on my lungs like an anchor caked in sand at the bottom of the sea.
I was at dinner today, and someone brought out your favorite chips and salsa,
It reminded me of a happier time than this, when you were alive and I felt that way too.
It hurts way deep down in my stomach when I think of you because of how much I miss you,
And...
And then something will remind me of you, and you consume everything that was.
And then the pain begins to spread, the reminder of the loss I have felt weighs on my lungs like an anchor caked in sand at the bottom of the sea.
I was at dinner today, and someone brought out your favorite chips and salsa,
It reminded me of a happier time than this, when you were alive and I felt that way too.
It hurts way deep down in my stomach when I think of you because of how much I miss you,
And...
#grief
#death
#IMissYou
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
6th Apr 2021 2:50am
6th Apr 2021 2:50am
a dazzling surrender of redemptive light.
The last time,
i thought
i wouldn't notice much
that the air you breathed
was tempered with
distinct
surrender
.. and a dazzling
brightness dimmed,
i muse,
as a honoring
or a bit
of darkened
foreshadowing
My reticence—
(a reserve
of much too polite)
forgetting to say
...
i thought
i wouldn't notice much
that the air you breathed
was tempered with
distinct
surrender
.. and a dazzling
brightness dimmed,
i muse,
as a honoring
or a bit
of darkened
foreshadowing
My reticence—
(a reserve
of much too polite)
forgetting to say
...
#love
#redemption
#IMissYou
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
29th Mar 2021 1:33am
29th Mar 2021 1:33am
O' sister my sister
as kids
it was pulling hair,
hard
fighting— drop down, drag out
yes, cats and dogs
leaving welts
and long harbored bad feelings
stealing each other's clothes
uncommon ground
tattle tailing (mostly me)
just— oil and vinegar
aging
wisely,
came with less conflict
more unity
love, respect, appreciation;
grasping parental effects ...
it was pulling hair,
hard
fighting— drop down, drag out
yes, cats and dogs
leaving welts
and long harbored bad feelings
stealing each other's clothes
uncommon ground
tattle tailing (mostly me)
just— oil and vinegar
aging
wisely,
came with less conflict
more unity
love, respect, appreciation;
grasping parental effects ...
#love
#sister
#family
#IMissYou
#hurt
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