Poems About I Miss You Published by Members Recently Online
#IMissYou
Poems about i miss you published by members recently online.
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
1st Jun 2023 10:24am
1st Jun 2023 10:24am
quench
I
want
to
quench
your
thirst
that's
why
I
write
poems
want
to
quench
your
thirst
that's
why
I
write
poems
#love
#IMissYou
400 reads
18 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
1st Jun 2023 10:24am
1st Jun 2023 10:24am
quench
I
want
to
quench
your
thirst
that's
why
I
write
poems
want
to
quench
your
thirst
that's
why
I
write
poems
#love
#IMissYou
400 reads
18 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
11th Jul 2024 9:40pm
11th Jul 2024 9:40pm
Help You Unwind
Nine days seems like an eternity
Without your presence near
Living feels like some absurdity
I’m not thinking very clear
Time can’t pass by fast enough
I’m on pins and needles
You know it’s been so rough
I even consulted The Beatles
Nothing seems to fill the void
Binge writing love poetic
Talking to me till I’m annoyed
Not even close to copacetic
Sunday is etched in my mind
I promise to help you unwind
Without your presence near
Living feels like some absurdity
I’m not thinking very clear
Time can’t pass by fast enough
I’m on pins and needles
You know it’s been so rough
I even consulted The Beatles
Nothing seems to fill the void
Binge writing love poetic
Talking to me till I’m annoyed
Not even close to copacetic
Sunday is etched in my mind
I promise to help you unwind
#IMissYou
178 reads
6 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 9:46pm
18th Jun 2024 9:46pm
i have kindled a candle
It is better to light a candle than curse the
darkness.”―Eleanor Roosevelt
i have wearied the night
with my sitting-up,
and troubled the stars with my pain;
i have longed for the light,
so my bitter cup
may give me life’s sweetness again.
i have fluted your name
in my lonely bed,
and longed for your voice in my ear;
i have swallowed the blame
that has left me dead,
where silence has grown into fear.
i have gathered the slush
of my broken dreams,
whose carcase of lost hopes is weaned
by...
darkness.”―Eleanor Roosevelt
i have wearied the night
with my sitting-up,
and troubled the stars with my pain;
i have longed for the light,
so my bitter cup
may give me life’s sweetness again.
i have fluted your name
in my lonely bed,
and longed for your voice in my ear;
i have swallowed the blame
that has left me dead,
where silence has grown into fear.
i have gathered the slush
of my broken dreams,
whose carcase of lost hopes is weaned
by...
#dreams
#heartbroken
#IMissYou
#passion
#UnrequitedLove
116 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 9:46pm
18th Jun 2024 9:46pm
i have kindled a candle
It is better to light a candle than curse the
darkness.”―Eleanor Roosevelt
i have wearied the night
with my sitting-up,
and troubled the stars with my pain;
i have longed for the light,
so my bitter cup
may give me life’s sweetness again.
i have fluted your name
in my lonely bed,
and longed for your voice in my ear;
i have swallowed the blame
that has left me dead,
where silence has grown into fear.
i have gathered the slush
of my broken dreams,
whose carcase of lost hopes is weaned
by...
darkness.”―Eleanor Roosevelt
i have wearied the night
with my sitting-up,
and troubled the stars with my pain;
i have longed for the light,
so my bitter cup
may give me life’s sweetness again.
i have fluted your name
in my lonely bed,
and longed for your voice in my ear;
i have swallowed the blame
that has left me dead,
where silence has grown into fear.
i have gathered the slush
of my broken dreams,
whose carcase of lost hopes is weaned
by...
#dreams
#heartbroken
#IMissYou
#passion
#UnrequitedLove
116 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 9:46pm
18th Jun 2024 9:46pm
i have kindled a candle
It is better to light a candle than curse the
darkness.”―Eleanor Roosevelt
i have wearied the night
with my sitting-up,
and troubled the stars with my pain;
i have longed for the light,
so my bitter cup
may give me life’s sweetness again.
i have fluted your name
in my lonely bed,
and longed for your voice in my ear;
i have swallowed the blame
that has left me dead,
where silence has grown into fear.
i have gathered the slush
of my broken dreams,
whose carcase of lost hopes is weaned
by...
darkness.”―Eleanor Roosevelt
i have wearied the night
with my sitting-up,
and troubled the stars with my pain;
i have longed for the light,
so my bitter cup
may give me life’s sweetness again.
i have fluted your name
in my lonely bed,
and longed for your voice in my ear;
i have swallowed the blame
that has left me dead,
where silence has grown into fear.
i have gathered the slush
of my broken dreams,
whose carcase of lost hopes is weaned
by...
#dreams
#heartbroken
#IMissYou
#passion
#UnrequitedLove
116 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 9:46pm
18th Jun 2024 9:46pm
i have kindled a candle
It is better to light a candle than curse the
darkness.”―Eleanor Roosevelt
i have wearied the night
with my sitting-up,
and troubled the stars with my pain;
i have longed for the light,
so my bitter cup
may give me life’s sweetness again.
i have fluted your name
in my lonely bed,
and longed for your voice in my ear;
i have swallowed the blame
that has left me dead,
where silence has grown into fear.
i have gathered the slush
of my broken dreams,
whose carcase of lost hopes is weaned
by...
darkness.”―Eleanor Roosevelt
i have wearied the night
with my sitting-up,
and troubled the stars with my pain;
i have longed for the light,
so my bitter cup
may give me life’s sweetness again.
i have fluted your name
in my lonely bed,
and longed for your voice in my ear;
i have swallowed the blame
that has left me dead,
where silence has grown into fear.
i have gathered the slush
of my broken dreams,
whose carcase of lost hopes is weaned
by...
#dreams
#heartbroken
#IMissYou
#passion
#UnrequitedLove
116 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 9:46pm
18th Jun 2024 9:46pm
i have kindled a candle
It is better to light a candle than curse the
darkness.”―Eleanor Roosevelt
i have wearied the night
with my sitting-up,
and troubled the stars with my pain;
i have longed for the light,
so my bitter cup
may give me life’s sweetness again.
i have fluted your name
in my lonely bed,
and longed for your voice in my ear;
i have swallowed the blame
that has left me dead,
where silence has grown into fear.
i have gathered the slush
of my broken dreams,
whose carcase of lost hopes is weaned
by...
darkness.”―Eleanor Roosevelt
i have wearied the night
with my sitting-up,
and troubled the stars with my pain;
i have longed for the light,
so my bitter cup
may give me life’s sweetness again.
i have fluted your name
in my lonely bed,
and longed for your voice in my ear;
i have swallowed the blame
that has left me dead,
where silence has grown into fear.
i have gathered the slush
of my broken dreams,
whose carcase of lost hopes is weaned
by...
#dreams
#heartbroken
#IMissYou
#passion
#UnrequitedLove
116 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
6th Nov 2022 1:54am
6th Nov 2022 1:54am
A Soft Whisper In The Lost Sensations Of Time
VILLA KENNEDY
FRANKFURT, GERMANY
Georg Speyer Presidential Suite
Steffen tossed and turned in the king size bed, nocturnal rest refused to abide. He clasped both hands behind his head. He silently asked himself, just where the fuck was Isabella?
Julius has been attempting to make verbal contact with her for days now. He glanced over at the radio clock on the nightstand; the time registered six o’clock.
Of all the nights to be have experienced a bout of insomnia he thought.
He knew the speech he had to address later today have...
FRANKFURT, GERMANY
Georg Speyer Presidential Suite
Steffen tossed and turned in the king size bed, nocturnal rest refused to abide. He clasped both hands behind his head. He silently asked himself, just where the fuck was Isabella?
Julius has been attempting to make verbal contact with her for days now. He glanced over at the radio clock on the nightstand; the time registered six o’clock.
Of all the nights to be have experienced a bout of insomnia he thought.
He knew the speech he had to address later today have...
#lover
#IMissYou
#passion
602 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
6th Nov 2022 1:54am
6th Nov 2022 1:54am
A Soft Whisper In The Lost Sensations Of Time
VILLA KENNEDY
FRANKFURT, GERMANY
Georg Speyer Presidential Suite
Steffen tossed and turned in the king size bed, nocturnal rest refused to abide. He clasped both hands behind his head. He silently asked himself, just where the fuck was Isabella?
Julius has been attempting to make verbal contact with her for days now. He glanced over at the radio clock on the nightstand; the time registered six o’clock.
Of all the nights to be have experienced a bout of insomnia he thought.
He knew the speech he had to address later today have...
FRANKFURT, GERMANY
Georg Speyer Presidential Suite
Steffen tossed and turned in the king size bed, nocturnal rest refused to abide. He clasped both hands behind his head. He silently asked himself, just where the fuck was Isabella?
Julius has been attempting to make verbal contact with her for days now. He glanced over at the radio clock on the nightstand; the time registered six o’clock.
Of all the nights to be have experienced a bout of insomnia he thought.
He knew the speech he had to address later today have...
#lover
#IMissYou
#passion
602 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
6th Nov 2022 1:54am
6th Nov 2022 1:54am
A Soft Whisper In The Lost Sensations Of Time
VILLA KENNEDY
FRANKFURT, GERMANY
Georg Speyer Presidential Suite
Steffen tossed and turned in the king size bed, nocturnal rest refused to abide. He clasped both hands behind his head. He silently asked himself, just where the fuck was Isabella?
Julius has been attempting to make verbal contact with her for days now. He glanced over at the radio clock on the nightstand; the time registered six o’clock.
Of all the nights to be have experienced a bout of insomnia he thought.
He knew the speech he had to address later today have...
FRANKFURT, GERMANY
Georg Speyer Presidential Suite
Steffen tossed and turned in the king size bed, nocturnal rest refused to abide. He clasped both hands behind his head. He silently asked himself, just where the fuck was Isabella?
Julius has been attempting to make verbal contact with her for days now. He glanced over at the radio clock on the nightstand; the time registered six o’clock.
Of all the nights to be have experienced a bout of insomnia he thought.
He knew the speech he had to address later today have...
#lover
#IMissYou
#passion
602 reads
8 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
26th Sep 2024 9:22pm
26th Sep 2024 9:22pm
Dreams of Autumn
aeries in glades continue to dance
to memories of sunny days and blooms passed
but darker shadows are arrived
mantles to the spirit of Fall
the sighs of breeze through the trees
shedding their beauty to the ground
standing stark among evergreens
with branches like anguished claws
warmth of the hearth embrace
call the beloved to their home
watching the last leaf of autumn
makes it way to the ground below
to memories of sunny days and blooms passed
but darker shadows are arrived
mantles to the spirit of Fall
the sighs of breeze through the trees
shedding their beauty to the ground
standing stark among evergreens
with branches like anguished claws
warmth of the hearth embrace
call the beloved to their home
watching the last leaf of autumn
makes it way to the ground below
#IMissYou
130 reads
10 Comments
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