Poems About Missing Someone Novels & Stories

I miss dad, his old self and the way he used to run around doing business and ordering people. I miss Ryan, his face, his smile and his voice. I miss being with him. I think it would be sort of close minded to believe that missing someone meant we sat constantly thinking of them. No, it’s so much more than that. Missing someone can be desiring the emotion that you once had with them. Like the feeling of pure contentment that you no longer feel.Missing someone can be the recognition of absence, or feeling at a loss, like something is missing, even without that specific someone coming to mind at all.Missing someone can be knowing that things would be better or at least different if they were t

It gets me so distressed as I wonder about how this life is actually to move on without him by my side. “I miss…I miss you so much . It is actually as though it is ten years since you left me . I swear I can not stand even a single day with you.” “what will I become when I lose you forever ?’’ “I Will die, I will really die if any thing ever happens that will in fact separate us at any time.” By this time , tears were flowing down my eyes . I was as though I was deep into the forest where the cries of wild animals were being heard and yet at the same time I did not have any one to help me out.

Emily, the woman who became my world, was gone, and with each passing day, the longing in my heart grows stronger, mingling with a raging storm of emotions that I can't control. I miss her in every breath I take, in every beat of my heart. She was the fire that ignited my soul, the one who brought warmth and light into the darkest corners of my existence. Her laughter was a melody that resonated in my every waking moment, and her touch, a balm that soothed my restless soul. Now, all I have are memories, and they torment me with her absence. My temper, always a force to be reckoned with, has been on a hair-trigger since she departed. I've lashed out at everyone who dared to come near me, driv

I still believe That we were meant to happen Even if it weren’t meant to be I think love still can be beautiful Even if you have sift through The pain of a bitter ending To get to sweeter memories I’m glad your path crossed with mine And that once upon a time, We looked at one another Like our eyes held the answer To everything Its going to take me Some time to heal, but I know that what we had was real We changed each other’s hearts And you left an imprint on my soul Despite all that lies between us now I hope that you know That a part of me Will always be Holding you Poems were a way that I expressed my soul and vulnerability. * * *

"Can you see the moon from your place?" Hilda held the phone to her ear and spoke to the other person on the line, Nathan. From her cellphone, she could hear the sound of curtains being pulled before Nathan's seductive voice apologizing, "It's such a pity that there's no moon at my place tonight, but that's okay. Whether there's a moon or not, it won't keep me from thinking about you. No matter whether it is windy or rainy, whether there is a moon or not, I miss you. When the sky is clear, I still miss you. When it is raining heavily, I will also be missing you. When I'm feeling sad, I will think about you. When I'm feeling happy, I will also be thinking about you. Without you by my side, ev

Her words resonated deep within my heart, revealing the extent of her longing and the void my absence had left in her life. With each passing sentence, it became evident that my absence had taken its toll on her. The vulnerability in her voice, tinged with sadness, pierced through the layers of my own emotions. How could I have not realized the depth of her longing? The weight of regret settled upon me, mingling with the compassion I felt for her.

Yet, as my eyes remain shut, my mind wanders to a distant memory, a fleeting glimpse of a love that could never be. My heart aches with a longing that refuses to subside, a bittersweet yearning for someone who is forever out of reach.i recalls the heavy breaths, the whispers, and the tender touches that now taunt me with their absence. The memories swirl like a maelstrom, a vortex of emotions that threaten to consume my whole.

But he was gone, leaving her alone to face this storm. "I miss you, Vivian," she sobbed, her voice filled with longing and grief. "Why did you have to leave me so soon? I wish you were here, by my side, to help me through this. Your absence amplifies the pain, and I feel so lost without you."

Running barefoot as the ice-cold rain pierces a needle-like pain in every step that she took, her heart that’s beating rapidly in her every cries, the slowly reaching numbness of her body from the breeze of whispering cold and the memories that’s running into a speed of light, now contains nothing, but the fear of losing him. “If you ever find yourself missing me all you have to do is look at the sky and it will tell you how I feel. Because if it is tainted with the clear blue hue it means that I am smiling at you, when its mixed with the shade of ginger and ruby then it means that I’m trying to make you laugh, drifting into the dark purple of the night then you’ll know that I am kissing you

"And give you this..as the token of my love.You are the rightful owner of this image of yours. “ Missing someone gets easier everyday because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will.” ********************************************** ~~Shrinkhla Singh😃😃😃