30 Most Beautifully Touching Missing You Poems

I love missing you poems because “When you miss someone….it’s weird…your body doesn’t function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it’s not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul.”  ― Coco J. Ginger

What is that? It feels intense and the worst part is that you feel completely out of control because there isn’t a whole lot that you can do about it.

Have you ever felt that before? Whether it be an ex-love, a loved one who has passed on, or something as simple as a friend moving away, I want you to know that the deep longing you are feeling is not to be pushed away or judged.

It is to be felt and embraced.

Missing someone is almost equivalent to witnessing a four-year-old child misplacing their parent in the middle of the mall. That moment of vulnerability. That moment of fear. All you want to do is cry and hope that a stranger will come to the rescue and help you find where you belong.

So in closing, and what I personally think, is that when you miss someone, you pretty much miss apart of yourself. Take a look around and realize that there is so much more of you to be loved, and not enough of you to be missed. Because while you were behind that door crumbling, the rest of the world was moving on.

Famous Missing You Poems:

• A Memory – Lola Ridge
• The Sea of Glass – Ezra Pound
• Bei Hennef – D. H. Lawrence
• Are You Going to Stay? – Thomas Meyer
• In Tongues – Tonya M. Foster
• Tell Me Something Good – Ocean Vuong
• A Book of Music – Jack Spicer
• Sonnet 33 – William Shakespeare
• Absence – Charlotte Mew

I Miss You Poetry:

• Mama, Come Back – Nellie Wong
• The Interviewer Acknowledges Grief – Tarfia Faizullah
• Dove, Interrupted – Lucie Brock-Broido
• Heavy Summer Rain – Jane Kenyon
• Absence – Walter Savage Landor
• The Half-Moon Westers Low, My Love – A. E. Housman

Poems About Missing Someone:

• The Wind is Blowin’ – Charles Badger Clark
• When You Go – Jessie Belle Rittenhouse
• How It Used To Be – Melanie Edwards
• Sonnet 106 – Sir Philip Sidney
• Love – Pablo Neruda
• Absence – Mary Robinson
• Every Moment
• Heart Song

Emotional “I Miss You” Poems For Her And Him

Here are a few original poems that express the poignant feelings of missing someone deeply:

Distance in Silence

In the quiet moments, I hear the whispers of your laugh,
Echoing softly in the chambers of my heart.
The distance feels like an ocean vast,
Yet in every wave, I see your face, a work of art.

Morning breaks, light dancing in empty spaces,
Each ray a reminder of your gentle grace.
Though miles apart, I wander through our places,
Finding shadows of your smile, yearning for your embrace.

Until You Return

The clock ticks slower with each passing day,
Each second stretched by the weight of your absence.
The sun sets, but its glow doesn’t stay,
Darkness falls, mirroring my silent pleas for your presence.

I count the stars in the night sky,
Each one a memory, a moment locked in time.
I hold onto them, as I try not to cry,
A constellation of longing, until you’re again mine.

Whispering Wind

I hear you in the wind, a soft, familiar sigh,
Rustling through the leaves, whispering a secret melody.
It carries tales from where the mountains touch the sky,
To where you are, a world away, where I long to be.

The wind travels, an unseen thread between your heart and mine,
A bridge of air over miles that stretch too wide.
It brings me the scent of your spirit, so divine,
A gentle reminder that love, by no bounds, is confined.

Echoes of You

Every echo of laughter sounds a bit like yours,
A melody that resonates with my soul’s deepest cores.
The echo fades into the silence of the night,
But in my dreams, it’s vivid, it’s bright.

You’re the missing verse in my life’s song,
Without you, every right feels wrong.
But echoes of you keep me strong,
Until the day you return where you belong.

Threads of Silver

Threads of silver link us across the void,
Invisible yet strong, their resonance cannot be destroyed.
Through the weave, I feel your sorrow, your joy,
A tapestry of connection, no distance can decoy.

Though I miss your touch, your laugh, your gaze,
These silver threads bring comfort, even through the haze.
For in our hearts, we know this truth so grand,
Distance is just a word, when love’s hand holds the strand.

Famous Missing You Poems

These are examples of famous Miss You poems written by famous poets. You can also read the selection of Heartbroken Poems From Famous Poets and Forgiveness Poems.

A Memory – Lola Ridge

I remember
The crackle of the palm trees
Over the mooned white roofs of the town…
The shining town…
And the tender fumbling of the surf
On the sulphur-yellow beaches
As we sat…a little apart…in the close-pressing night.

The moon hung above us like a golden mango,
And the moist air clung to our faces,
Warm and fragrant as the open mouth of a child
And we watched the out-flung sea
Rolling to the purple edge of the world,
Yet ever back upon itself…
As we…

Inadequate night…
And mooned white memory
Of a tropic sea…
How softly it comes up
Like an ungathered lily.

The Sea of Glass – Ezra Pound

I looked and saw a sea
roofed over with rainbows,
In the midst of each
two lovers met and departed;
Then the sky was full of faces
with gold glories behind them.

Bei Hennef – D. H. Lawrence

The little river twittering in the twilight,
The wan, wondering look of the pale sky,
This is almost bliss.

And everything shut up and gone to sleep,
All the troubles and anxieties and pain
Gone under the twilight.

Only the twilight now, and the soft “Sh!” of the river
That will last forever.

And at last I know my love for you is here,
I can see it all, it is whole like the twilight,
It is large, so large, I could not see it before
Because of the little lights and flickers and interruptions,
Troubles, anxieties, and pains.

You are the call and I am the answer,
You are the wish, and I the fulfillment,
You are the night, and I the day.
What else—it is perfect enough,
It is perfectly complete,
You and I.
Strange, how we suffer in spite of this!

Are You Going to Stay? – Thomas Meyer

What was it I was going to say?
Slipped away probably because
it needn’t be said. At that edge

almost not knowing but second
guessing the gain, loss, or effect
of an otherwise hesitant remark.

Slant of light on a brass box. The way
a passing thought knots the heart.
There’s nothing, nothing to say.

In Tongues – Tonya M. Foster

for Auntie Jeanette

1.
Because you haven’t spoken
in so long, the tongue stumbles and stutters,
sticks to the roof and floor as if the mouth were just
a house in which it could stagger like a body unto itself.

You once loved a man so tall
sometimes you stood on a chair to kiss him.

2.
What to say when one says,
“You’re sooo musical,” takes your stuttering for scatting,
takes your stagger for strutting,
takes your try and tried again for willful/playful deviation?

It makes you wanna not holla
silence to miss perception’s face.

3.
It ain’t even morning or early,
though the sun-up says “day,” and you been
staggering lange Zeit gegen a certain
breathless stillness that we can’t but call death.

Though stillness suggests a possibility
of less than dead, of move, of still be.

4.
How that one calling your tryin’
music, calling you sayin’ entertaining, thinks
there’s no then that we, (who den dat we?), remember/
trace in our permutations of say?

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What mastadonic presumptions precede and
follow each word, each be, each bitter being?

5.
These yawns into which we enter as into a harbor—
Come. Go. Don’t. says the vocal oceans which usher
each us, so unlike any ship steered or steering into.
A habit of place and placing a body.

Which choruses of limbs and wanting, of limp
linger in each syllabic foot tapping its chronic codes?

Tell Me Something Good – Ocean Vuong

You are standing in the minefield again.
Someone who is dead now

told you it is where you will learn
to dance. Snow on your lips like a salted

cut, you leap between your deaths, black as god’s
periods. Your arms cleaving little wounds

in the wind. You are something made. Then made
to survive, which means you are somebody’s

son. Which means if you open your eyes, you’ll be back
in that house, beneath a blanket printed with yellow sailboats.

Your mother’s boyfriend, his bald head ringed with red
hair, like a planet on fire, kneeling

by your bed again. Air of whiskey & crushed
Oreos. Snow falling through the window: ash returned

from a failed fable. His spilled-ink hand
on your chest. & you keep dancing inside the minefield—

motionless. The curtains fluttering. Honeyed light
beneath the door. His breath. His wet blue face: earth

spinning in no one’s orbit. & you want someone to say Hey… Hey
I think your dancing is gorgeous. A little waltz to die for,

darling. You want someone to say all this
is long ago. That one night, very soon, you’ll pack a bag

with your favorite paperback & your mother’s .45,
that the surest shelter was always the thoughts

above your head. That it’s fair—it has to be—
how our hands hurt us, then give us

the world. How you can love the world
until there’s nothing left to love

but yourself. Then you can stop.
Then you can walk away—back into the fog

-walled minefield, where the vein in your neck adores you
to zero. You can walk away. You can be nothing

& still breathing. Believe me.

A Book of Music – Jack Spicer

Coming at an end, the lovers
Are exhausted like two swimmers. Where
Did it end? There is no telling. No love is
Like an ocean with the dizzy procession of the waves’ boundaries
From which two can emerge exhausted, nor long goodbye
Like death.
Coming at an end. Rather, I would say, like a length
Of coiled rope
Which does not disguise in the final twists of its lengths
Its endings.
But, you will say, we loved
And some parts of us loved
And the rest of us will remain
Two persons. Yes,
Poetry ends like a rope.

Sonnet 33 – William Shakespeare

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all-triumphant splendour on my brow;
But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;
The region cloud hath mask’d him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven’s sun staineth.

Absence – Charlotte Mew

Sometimes I know the way
You walk, up over the bay;
It is a wind from that far sea
That blows the fragrance of your hair to me.

Or in this garden when the breeze
Touches my trees
To stir their dreaming shadows on the grass
I see you pass.

In sheltered beds, the heart of every rose
Serenely sleeps to-night. As shut as those
Your garded heart; as safe as they fomr the beat, beat
Of hooves that tread dropped roses in the street.

Turn never again
On these eyes blind with a wild rain
Your eyes; they were stars to me.—
There are things stars may not see.

But call, call, and though Christ stands
Still with scarred hands
Over my mouth, I must answer. So
I will come—He shall let me go!

I Miss You Poetry

A little collection of missing someone poetry. All poems are carefully selected. While short poems express your heartfelt feelings, best spiritual poems can touch the heart. Enjoy from missing you poetry.

Mama, Come Back – Nellie Wong

Mama, come back.
Why did you leave
now that I am learning you?
The landlady next door
how she apologizes
for my rough brown skin
to her tenant from Hong Kong
as if I were her daughter,
as if she were you.

How do I say I miss you
your scolding
your presence
your roast loin of pork
more succulent, more tender
than any hotel chef’s?

The fur coat you wanted
making you look like a polar bear
and the mink-trimmed coat
I once surprised you
on Christmas morning.

Mama, how you said “importment”
for important,
your gold tooth flashing
an insecurity you dared not bare,
wanting recognition
simply as eating noodles
and riding in a motor car
to the supermarket
the movie theater
adorned in your gold and jade
as if all your jewelry
confirmed your identity
a Chinese woman in America.

How you said “you better”
always your last words
glazed through your dark eyes
following me fast as you could
one November evening in New York City
how I thought “Hello, Dolly!”
showed you an America
you never saw.

How your fear of being alone
kept me dutiful in body
resentful in mind.
How my fear of being single
kept me
from moving out.

How I begged your forgiveness
after that one big fight
how I wasn’t wrong
but needed you to love me
as warmly as you hugged strangers.

The Interviewer Acknowledges Grief – Tarfia Faizullah

Sister, I waste time. I play
and replay the voices of these
hurt women flowering

like marigolds or thistles.
Something lost, forgotten—
that picture of you, violin

sewn fast to your shoulder,
bow in one hand poised
eternal. Again, the power’s

gone out—tell me, what is
it to say I miss you? Because
you won’t grow breasts, never

feel desire rippling across you
like bolts of silk these many
lithe men unshelf daily

for my choosing. Because you
can’t reassure me I have
the right to ask anything

of women whose bodies won’t
ever again be their own. You
can’t blot away this utter, sooted

darkness. You don’t hesitate
when another birangona asks you,
Do you have any siblings?

For decades, you’ve been
so small: a child tapping
on opaque windows. Now,

through the veranda’s black
iron bars, I see you, dark
silhouette hurrying past,

a bagged red box dangling
from one slender arm—gift
for a lover or mother. Again,

the generator shudders me back
into light. Isn’t this, Sister,
what I always said I wanted?

Dove, Interrupted – Lucie Brock-Broido

Don’t do that when you are dead like this, I said,
Arguably still squabbling about the word inarguably.
I haunt Versailles, poring through the markets of the medieval.
Mostly meat to be sold there; mutton hangs
Like laundry pinkened on its line.
And gold!—a chalice with a cure for living in it.
We step over the skirt of an Elizabeth.
Red grapes, a delicacy, each peeled for us—
The vestments of a miniature priest, disrobed.
A sister is an old world sparrow placed in a satin shoe.
The weakling’s saddle is worn down from just too much sad attitude.
No one wants to face the “opaque reality” of herself.
For the life of me.
I was made American. You must consider this.
Whatever suffering is insufferable is punishable by perishable.
In Vienne, the rabbit Maurice is at home in the family cage.
I ache for him, his boredom and his solitude.
On suffering and animals, inarguably, they do.
I miss your heart, my heart.

Heavy Summer Rain – Jane Kenyon

The grasses in the field have toppled,
and in places it seems that a large, now
absent, animal must have passed the night.
The hay will right itself if the day

turns dry. I miss you steadily, painfully.
None of your blustering entrances
or exits, doors swinging wildly
on their hinges, or your huge unconscious
sighs when you read something sad,
like Henry Adams’s letters from Japan,
where he traveled after Clover died.

Everything blooming bows down in the rain:
white irises, red peonies; and the poppies
with their black and secret centers
lie shattered on the lawn.

Absence – Walter Savage Landor

HERE, ever since you went abroad,
If there be change no change I see:
I only walk our wonted road,
The road is only walk’d by me.

Yes; I forgot; a change there is—
Was it of that you bade me tell?
I catch at times, at times I miss
The sight, the tone, I know so well.

Only two months since you stood here?
Two shortest months? Then tell me why
Voices are harsher than they were,
And tears are longer ere they dry.

The Half-Moon Westers Low, My Love – A. E. Housman

The half-moon westers low, my love,
And the wind brings up the rain;
And wide apart lie we, my love,
And seas between the twain.

I know not if it rains, my love,
In the land where you do lie;
And oh, so sound you sleep, my love,
You know no more than I.

Poems About Missing Someone

Absence can make the heart grow fonder. Poems about missing someone you love will capture the whole array of emotions you experience. When you are feeling a little down, inspirational poetry will boost your spirits. You can also enjoy deep meaningful love poems for him to show how you truly feel.

The Wind is Blowin’ – Charles Badger Clark

My tired hawse nickers for his own home bars;
A hoof clicks out a spark.
The dim creek flickers to the lonesome stars;
The trail twists down the dark.
The ridge pines whimper to the pines below.
The wind is blowin’ and I want you so.

The birch has yellowed since I saw you last,
The Fall haze blued the creeks,
The big pine bellowed as the snow swished past,
But still, above the peaks,
The same stars twinkle that we used to know.
The wind is blowin’ and I want you so.

The stars up yonder wait the end of time
But earth fires soon go black.
I trip and wander on the trail I climb—
A fool who will look back
To glimpse a fire dead a year ago.
The wind is blowin’ and I want you so.

Who says the lover kills the man in me?
Beneath the day’s hot blue
This thing hunts cover and my heart fights free
To laugh an hour or two.
But now it wavers like a wounded doe.
The wind is blowin’ and I want you so.

When You Go – Jessie Belle Rittenhouse

When you go, a hush falls
Over all my heart,
And in a trance of my own dreams
I move apart.

When you go, the street grows
Like a vacant place—
What if a million faces pass
If not your face?

When you go, my life stops
Like ships becalmed at sea,
And waits the breath from heaven that blows
You back to me.

How It Used To Be – Melanie Edwards

I remember how it used to be
when nothing else matter but you and me.
Music, country roads, and future dreams.

I miss you, I wish you could see.
Although you are here, I miss you and me.

I remember when you said how happy I made you,
and you really meant it…now, it’s just a phrase
you say without thinking.

I miss those days when you’d call just to say, “Hi,”
or, “I love you.” Those days it was so hard
just to say good-bye for a while.

I remember how wonderful it felt the first time
you held me in your arms, and how after all those
years you still made my heart melt.

I miss the old you and the old me,
The old us that could just sit and talk for hours
and never run out of things to say.

I remember when time simply stood still,
when in each other’s arms was the only place
we wanted to be…forever.

I miss us as I remember how it used to be…
when nothing else mattered but you and me.

Sonnet 106 – Sir Philip Sidney

O absent presence, Stella is not here;
False flattering hope, that with so fair a face
Bare me in hand, that in this orphan place
Stella, I say my Stella, should appear.
What say’st thou now? Where is that dainty cheer
Thou told’st mine eyes should help their famished case?
But thou art gone, now that self-felt disgrace
Doth make me most to wish thy comfort near.
But here I do store of fair ladies meet,
Who may with charm of conversation sweet
Make in my heavy mould new thoughts to grow:
Sure they prevail as much with me, as he
That bade his friend, but then new maimed, to be
Merry with him, and not think of his woe.

Love – Pablo Neruda

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?

Because of you, I love the white statues
Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
Have neither voice nor sight.

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.

Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreperable harm.

Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
Vines on melancholy walls.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.

Because of you, the heady perfumes of
Summer pain me; because of you, I again
Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
Shooting stars, falling objects.

Absence – Mary Robinson

When from the craggy mountain’s pathless steep,
Whose flinty brow hangs o’er the raging sea,
My wand’ring eye beholds the foamy deep,
I mark the restless surge – and think of THEE.
The curling waves, the passing breezes move,
Changing and treach’rous as the breath of LOVE;
The ‘sad similitude’ awakes my smart,
And thy dear image twines about my heart …

Every Moment

As each star comes out to shine
As the wind rustles across the land
As the moonlight sweeps across the room
I’m thinking of you.

When the sun burns its morning greeting
When the birds chirp and swoop through the sky
When the leaves of the trees dance through the air
I’m thinking of you.

During the haze of late afternoon sun
During the smooth swirl and flow of the clouds across the sky
During the fade of the bustling day
I’m thinking of you.

While the twilight shadows begin to fall
While the evening air begins to chill
While the crickets begin their sweet evening chorus
I’m thinking of you.

Just as the darkest hour of the night falls
Just as the world is hushed and silent
Just as dreamland beckons,
I’m thinking of you

Every day
Every hour
Every moment
I’m thinking of you through the miles
and loving you.

Heart Song

Until our final kiss goodbye
I didn’t know that hearts could fly
But mine flew away
With you that day.

Distance, so few thoughts I gave,
Until you had to leave that day.
But in that moment I could feel
That distance is heavy, hard, and real.

I didn’t know that heartstrings tied
And tangled up so much inside.
Until the last smile you sent my way
When you had to go that day.

I never thought that time could seem
So cold and cruel that I could scream.
Until the long hours after you’d gone,
As my heart cried until the dawn.

Now I am just holding on
For the moment our love’s sweet song
Together loud and true will ring
As so in love our hearts will sing.

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