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

    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.

    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.

    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.

    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?

    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.

    FAQs for “Missing You Poems”

    What are “missing you poems”?

    “Missing you poems” are poems that express feelings of longing and sadness due to the absence of someone important in the poet’s life. These poems can reflect on memories, shared moments, and the emotional impact of separation.

    Why do people write missing you poems?

    People write missing you poems as a way to process their feelings of loneliness and longing when separated from loved ones. These poems can serve as a cathartic expression, helping the poet and readers alike to deal with their emotions and find a sense of comfort.

    Who reads missing you poems?

    Missing you poems can resonate with anyone who has experienced the absence of someone they care about—whether due to distance, breakups, or the loss of a loved one. They are universal in their appeal, touching on feelings that many people experience at various points in their lives.

    How can missing you poems help someone who is grieving or feeling lonely?

    Missing you poems can offer solace by articulating feelings that might be difficult to express verbally. They remind readers that they are not alone in their experiences of loss and longing. Additionally, these poems can help people connect with their emotions and begin the healing process.

    Can I use missing you poems to express my feelings to someone?

    Absolutely! Sharing a missing you poem can be a profound way to express your feelings to someone you miss. It can show depth of emotion and thoughtfulness, and can be particularly touching if you feel unable to express your feelings directly.

    Are there any famous poets known for their missing you poems?

    Yes, many poets have explored themes of absence and longing. Some notable poets include Pablo Neruda, Emily Dickinson, and W.H. Auden, whose works poignantly capture the essence of missing someone deeply.

    How can I write my own missing you poem?

    To write your own missing you poem:
    Reflect on Your Feelings: Think about what you miss most about the person and how their absence affects you.
    Use Vivid Imagery: Describe memories or create metaphors that convey the intensity of your emotions.
    Be Honest: Don’t shy away from expressing both the pain and the love you feel.
    Keep It Personal: Make your poem specific to your relationship to add depth and authenticity.

    Where can I find more missing you poems?

    Missing you poems can be found in poetry books, online poetry websites, and literary magazines. Libraries and bookstores often have sections dedicated to poetry where you might find collections that include themes of love, loss, and longing.