10 Missing You Poems for Him & Her

Missing You Poems for Him & Her
Love is a wonderful thing but we have to keep in mind that it must be fed and maintained from time to time. This selection of Missing You Poems for Him or Her will help ensure that the bond between you and your sweetie is kept strong.

Missing You Poems for Him & Her:

I wish that I could be with you
And hold you in my arms,
Whisper all my love to you
And kiss away your tears.
I wish that I could take your cares
And put them all away,
Neatly folded into drawers
While pleasure lights your smile.
I wish that joy could step inside
Your heart and stay awhile,
And all the rain could turn into
A rainbow in the sun.
And all our loneliness like mist
Could fade into the blue,
A memory of sad, hard times
That happened long ago.
But I cannot come home right now,
And you cannot come here;
And so our dreams must be the fields
On which we laugh and play.
If life cannot be what we want,
It will, it will be so;
For love can turn the harshest light
To gold through sheer affection.

2. If it were true that a garden flower (Emile Verhaeren)
If it were true that a garden flower or a meadow tree could keep some memory of lovers of other times who admired them in their bloom or their vigour, our love in this hour of long regret would come and entrust to the rose or erect in the oak, before the approach of death, its sweetness or its strength.
Thus it would survive, victor over funereal care, in the tranquil godship conferred on it by simple things; it would still enjoy the pure brightness cast on life by a summer dawn and the soft rain hanging to the leaves.
And if on a fine evening, out of the depths of the plain, a couple came along, holding hands, the oak would stretch out its broad and powerful shade like a wing over their path, and the rose would waft them its frail perfume.

3. LOVE THE PURSUER (Robert Browning)
Escape me? Never,— Beloved ! While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both, Me the loving and you the loth, While the one eludes, must the other pursue. My life is at fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate indeed! Though I do my best, I shall scarce succeed.
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain, To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And, baffled, get up and begin again,— So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope goes to ground Than a new one, straight to the self-same mark, I shape me,— Ever Removed!

In daylight you’re a haunting melody,
More lovely than the world before my eyes.
In darkness you become my symphony,
So much of me I know no other ties.
So are you nestled with me night and day,
Your missing self transmuted into song,
Or walking close beside me on my way,
Unleashing all the love for which I long.

Our love is torn by miles, not by choice.
Soon, soon, my darling, I’ll be coming home.
At night I play your body and your voice,
But soon the hands and cries will be your own.
I want to love you all the hours we’ve missed,
And do the things I’ve fantasized for you:
Kiss you all the places my mind’s kissed,
And put you everywhere I’ve wanted to.
My only fear’s desiring you so much
That dream will overwhelm reality;
Time, for both of us, must temper touch
So love can once again be slow and free.
My mind’s already half insane with pleasure;
Soon, soon my body will consume its treasure.

6. When you have closed my eyes (Emile Verhaeren )
When you have closed my eyes to the light, kiss them with a long kiss, for they will have given you in the last look of their last fervour the utmost passionate love.
Beneath the still radiance of the funeral torch, bend down towards the farewell in them your sad and beautiful face, so that the only image they will keep in the tomb may be imprinted on them and may endure.
And let me feel, before the coffin is nailed up, our hands meet once again on the pure, white bed, and your cheek rest one last time against my forehead on the pale cushions.
And let me afterwards go far away with my heart, which will preserve so fiery a love for you that the other dead will feel its glow even through the compact, dead earth!

Our love’s a place where I no longer live;
That was a home, and now is just a house.
I went back in my heart the other day,
But nothing in there struck me as my own.
Strange how life moves on, and what we cherish
Turns to something alien in our hands.
And later, when we try to comprehend it,
It fades into the twilight of our tears.
I woke again upon a sunny morning,
Alive to what I hoped would be a song.
You were yesterday, which I remembered
As though it were a year or two ago.

8. THE WANDERER. (Rondel.) (Austin Dobson)
Love comes back to his vacant dwelling,— The old, old Love that we knew of yore! We see him stand by the open door,
With his great eyes sad, and his bosom swelling.
He makes as though in our arms repelling, He fain would lie as he lay before;—
Love comes back to his vacant dwelling,— The old, old Love that we knew of yore!
Ah, who shall help us from over-spelling That sweet forgotten, forbidden lore-! E'en as we doubt in our heart once more, With a rush of tears to our eyelids welling, Love comes back to his vacant dwelling.

Your heart broke when I said I had to leave you
To serve our country somewhere far away.
But every day tells me how much I love you,
And how I’ll mend it once I’m home to stay.
For life is but a dream, and we the dreamers,
Making what we will of what we are.
When gates clang shut, we are our own redeemers,
As love leaves for us a door ajar.
So dream with me these empty months of sorrow
As we find ways to be together still.
No longing can be brighter than tomorrow,
Nor dream less certain than our strength of will.

10. When our bright garden was gay (Emile Verhaeren)
When our bright garden was gay with all its flowers, the regret at having shrunk our hearts sprang from our lips in moments of passion; and forgiveness, offered but deserved always, and the exaggerated display of our wretchedness and so many tears moistening our sad, sincere eyes uplifted our love.
But in these months of heavy rain, when everything huddles together and makes itself small, when brightness itself tires of thrusting back shadow and night, our soul is no longer vibrant and strong enough to confess our faults with rapture.
We tell them in slow speech; in truth, with affection still, but at the fall of the evening and no longer at dawn; sometimes even we count them on our ten fingers like things that we number and arrange in the house, and to lessen their folly or their number we debate them.

Your sweetheart will feel glad and she will appreciate any of these Missing You Poems for Him or Her. Feel free to modify them to make them more personal before sending them out.



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Love Poems: 10 Missing You Poems for Him & Her
10 Missing You Poems for Him & Her
❤️ 🔥 Love is a wonderful thing. This selection of Missing You Poems for Him or Her will help ensure that the bond between you and your sweetie is kept strong.
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