7 I Miss You Poems

When you are missing someone you love, sometimes reading an I miss you poem is exactly what you need. You also may find these useful when saying goodbye to someone you love.

  1. No one knows how much I miss her, No one knows the bitter pain; I have suffered since I lost her, life has never been the same.
    Author Unknown
    I Miss You Quotes

  2. Dearest son how I miss you.
    Miss you more than tongue can tell,
    But in Heaven we hope to meet you,
    There Jesus does all things well.
    The blow was hard, the loss severe.
    To part with one we loved so dear.
    Why did he have to go when life seemed fair.
    And no dark clouds were near.
    Author Unknown
    Funeral Poems

  3. I miss you so, sometimes –
    When weighty problems vex and frets my mind.
    And hands grow tired of reaching for the things they never get,
    And my dry eyes are hot with unshed tears. I miss you so!
    I miss you so , sometimes – When at the ending of the day,
    As twilight falls, I seem to cathc the scent of roses from an old dead May,
    And seem to hold again your hand – I miss you so!
    I miss you so, sometimes – When I awaken from some fitful dream,
    Wherein you come as in the long ago,
    Just mind alone, and when I seem to feel your lips again-and then-I miss you so!
    I miss you so, sometimes - And all of life seems want and pain,
    While in the turmoil and the strife I try to pray for your dear arms again to hold me as no others can – I miss you so!
    I miss you so, sometimes-That nothing else seems worth the while;
    I long so for your dear, dear clinging lips,
    Your gentle eyes and the bewitching smile they used to hold before I came to miss and want you so!
    Author Unknown
    Memorial Poems

  4. To Mother In Heaven
    I miss you my mother, my mother. Tho’ earth is so bright and so fair, Tho’ June has come romping in splendor, With sunshine and roses so rare. I miss you, my mother, my mother. But over the river’s deep gloom I know it is Junetide forever, And fadeless and fair is the bloom. I miss you, my mother, my mother. The touch of your dear, loving hand. The breath of your kiss on my forehead, The tear I could best understand. I miss you, my mother, my mother. In fancy I still hear you call; From out of the shadows and silence I catch your soft footsteps light fall. I miss you, my mother, my mother. Your words and your sweet tender smile. Your dear little tender caresses, The shadows of life to beguile. I miss you, my mother, my mother. But death will not linger too long. He’ll call me at last o’er the river To dwell with the sanctified throng. To miss you, my mother, my mother. No more in that beautiful place, But dwell in your presence forever, And share in your heavenly grace.
    Leila Mae Wilson

  5. Plaint of the Forsaken
    Oh, my absent wife, my darling, Do you miss me from afar? Dear, I miss you night and morning, As the empty cooky-jar Misses unforgotten cookies That its yarning depths did line, Like that jar my life is empty! Don’t I miss you heart-o’-mine! Dear, I miss you night and morning, Yes, I miss you every minute; Life is empty like a cotton-Field without a weevil in it; Life is lonesome as a meadow Where the sighing breezes pass, With no skeeters on its breezes, With no redbugs in its grass. Dear, you’re at the breezy seaside, I am in the sizzling town, And I miss you, dear, at sunrise, Also when the sun goes down; I don’t rise till I get ready, Don’t retire until I choose; Oh, I miss you like a demi-John that’s lost its load of booze. Dear, I miss you nights and mornings I just scatter things around; Nights and morning I can always Tell just where they’re to be found; And my desk is so untidy Never is cleaning up, by jing! So I never lose a pencil, Never have to hunt a thing! But, Although I miss you sadly, Still your trip will do you good; You can tumble in the billows; You can ramble in the woods; And I would not, dear, be selfish, So I send a check to you; Heed, eh, heed not my complaining; Stay another month or two!
    J.M. Lewis

  6. To Miss….Of…
    I miss you now, I miss you At evening’s calm, thoughtful hour; I miss you when the morning dew Lies sparkling on the flower. I miss you when the bright sunbeams Inflame the deep blue sky above; I miss you when midnight dreams Recall the forms of those I love. I miss you in the crowded town, Where we meet to talk of news; I miss you in the forest, down Where roams the woodland muse. I miss you in the festive halls, When the heart beats to music gay, I miss you within the temple walls, Where choirs chime the sacred lay... 
    Author Unknown
    Love Sayings

  7. Sweetheart
    I miss you like the roses miss the dew, Like the child misses its mother’s breast, its kisses and its love. Like the field the sunshine – its warmth, its caress. I miss you like the field and forest would miss the birds, And beasts which penetrate its solitude, and give the one link of like to its vast quietness. I miss you like the mother bird who in quest of food, finds on its return its young stolen, and who, like some great grief wanders this vast world from tree to tree, to find relief in its seeking. I miss you like the wild fields would miss the hand of man, that gives it birth to the noble powers that lay within its bosom, and swell every impulse of God’s creative power. I miss you like I would miss the song of this world, its sweet music vibrating every cord of our soul; thrilling our centers of life and laying our hearts open to its destiny. I miss you like the world would miss its post-its glorious past-its memories that lie buried deep in the hearts of men, and all the wonderful achievements that crowned the heads that lie buried long-oh, so long ago. Like the saint I miss you, who traveled hand in hand with the world above, and awakened to the reality of earthly beings. Or like the wanderer far from home, misses his homestead and the kiss of his mother there. Or the lonely child who yearns for a sister hand. Or as faith yearns for a Christian land. The brook for its creative life, or the fields the warmth of life. I miss you like the vast ocean would miss its deep-its power, its mighty strength, that holds the world at its fingers’ length. I miss you like the earth would miss the sun, the moon, the stars, the blue depth of the heaven, and the mind of its imaginative power to dream of the worlds beyond. Then I miss you the best would miss the field, whose heart cries for hunger, or like the meadows for rain, or mountains for sunlight. I miss you like old age misses youth, who listens with yearning to every voice of the young. I miss you like the raging river misses its quiet, and yearns for the rest therein. I miss you like the prison bird misses its freedom, whose cry for the wooded hills throbs its every thrill. I miss you like the blind miss the sunshine, the hope of the past. Oh! I miss you, miss you like a human its heart, its beating, its joy, its sensations. I miss you in every nook, in every path, in every shadow that has held you there. I miss your smile, your glance, the reflection of your heart whos beating gave warmth to my soul. I miss the touch of your hand, whose thrills vibrated every atom of my being. I miss you like a fish its water, which being taken therefrom, breathes for it in silent despair. Oh! I miss you, miss you now, I miss you evermore.
    Author Unknown

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