Posts Tagged ‘miss you’

Early Morning View Missing You: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku Lament

November 17, 2016

I miss your house, your/
backyard, garden, trees, view. But/
mostly I miss you.
A view into her backyard from FrontRunner commuter train Northbound, 830 a.m. November morning


Driving To Work: 7:59 a.m.: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

March 15, 2013

I know you’re driving./
I hope you’re safe arriving./
I miss your mem’ry.
I miss you mornings.
Mornings, I miss you.

Sure. I’m OK: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

November 24, 2012

You ask if I am/
okay. I guess so, except/
I miss my best friend.


I guess I’m okay,
except that I miss talking/
to my best friend. You.

Why Do I Miss You?: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

August 29, 2012

I miss you. A lot./
How or why i do doesn’t/
matter much, does it?


I miss you. I miss/
your voice. How or why doesn’t/
matter much, does it?

Not Missing U: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

January 30, 2012

Sometimes I wonder/

what it would be like to not /

missĀ U any more.

Muse Fans Fires: Romantic Rhyming IMprov Haiku

June 9, 2011

Again, you inspire!/
Your muse fans creative fires!/
I miss you the more.

4 a.m. Northbound Train, Springville, Utah: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

May 20, 2011

4 a.m. train horn./
It whistles lonesomely long./
I wake and miss you.

Requested Haiku 2U? – Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

January 15, 2011

Haiku you about/

what we DID do? Now it’s through:/

How much I miss you?

What Did We Do?: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

January 15, 2011

Haiku you about/
what we did do? Now it’s through,/
how much I miss you?

Strangely Missing A Friend: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry

December 14, 2010

I miss you/
more than you can know./
I miss you/
when I’m driving in snow./
I miss you/
underneath the moon’s tender glow.

I miss you/
worse than I thought I would.
I miss you/
although it’s understood/
I can’t grab you,/
or have you,/
or take you,
still, I won’t forsake you,/
because I miss you./

Sometimes there’s a hole/
in my stomach and heart/
that all the egg rolls/
and phad thai and pho can’t start/
to fill.
It’s like a drill/
just grinds away/
at me, day by day./

The emptiness./
The lonelyness./
I guess/
the duress/
of thinking about you./
Of being without you.

Which, if you think about it, really/
is very silly./
I mean, I couldn’t even kiss you./
And yet, I miss you./

The thoughts you inspired./
The dreams and desires/
you unfurled./
You opened up my world./
And now, seeing a new vision,/
and not being afraid of derision,/
it’s true:/
I just miss you.