#absence poems on Hello Poetry

Jonathan Moya 5d

When the earth is no longer a womb,
just a shriek and whistle of once uttered prayer—
a long,
puncturing howl of everything
that was once you
turned into casualties of silence,
then you know
that death has arrived,
noiselessly,
silent as a missile.
All the clamor outside
is the hibakujumoku
insisting on living
within the blast radius
of your heart.

Note:
In Japanese, the trees that survived the atomic bombings in Hiroshima and Nagasaki are called "hibakujumoku," which translates to "A-bombed trees" or "survivor trees" in English.

#loss #destruction #silence #absence #resilience #survival #fragility #strength #time #memory

Syafie R 7d

Unrequited Love

A lone quanta,
adrift in the vacuum,
drawn by an invisible force,
yet bound by no field.

It oscillates,
collides,
dissipates—
fragmented into uncertainty,
its wavefunction collapsing
before it can be known.

#loneliness #desire #distance #absence #longing #friction #eclipse #fading #chasm #resonance

Sanama Mar 13

The Echos You Left Behind

You left me — but your voice lingers still,
a quiet echo threading the hollow of my chest.
Each word, a ghost — soft as smoke,
yet heavy as stones I cannot lay down.

Tell me — does absence end a presence,
or do the shadows of love remain,
like paintings in an empty gallery,
etched into the silence of who we were?

In every corner of my mind,
your words move like uninvited guests,
rearranging memories,
leaving traces where you once filled every space.

If love is gone —
why does my heart still tune itself
to the phantom murmurs of your voice,
waiting, endlessly,
for a silence that heals?

Even when love is gone, its echoes remain — soft as whispers in our heads, but heavy as stones in our hearts. A very quiet ache that we go along.

#echos #love #philosophy #depth #lovedones #absence #poetry

Renee C Mar 2

Unsolicited

I have witnessed unsolicited exposures
And revisited old faults without closure –
This painted ceiling, slowly stripping off its finishing
To bare its defects, begets nostalgia over

How your name is still a byword for frustration,
Shelved within my innermost synapses;
Like a dog-eared page in an Asian
**** magazine, sound & stiff as an equation.

so down bad u hit up "that" person

#memory #absence #missing #***

Hebert Logerie Feb 15

Après Une Longue Et Pénible Absence

Après une longue et pénible absence
Sans toi
Après tant de sacrifices et de désobéissance
Sans toi
Où je suis sur la croix
Après tant d’années, sans ta présence
Où mon cœur, mon âme, mon spleen et mon foie
Ne sont plus les mêmes
Ma chérie, ma vie, mon amour
Enfin, tu es avec moi, tu es de retour
Plus que jamais : je t’aime et je t’aime
Je lève la tête pour regarder le Majestueux Ciel Bleu
Où je vois le chemin du bonheur
Tu sais fort bien que je demande peu
Pour la Saint Valentin, j’ai des fleurs et mon doux cœur
Pour toi mon amour, ma tendre femme
Écoute les vibrations symphoniques de mon âme
Je ne peux plus vivre sans toi
Aujourd’hui, je me sens bien avec toi.

Copyright © Février 2025, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs livres de poésie.

#saintvalentin #love #amour #absence #life

Vianne Lior Feb 10

Embers

You turned to ashes,
but I still smell the smoke, thick,
clinging to my skin.

#grief #loss #memory #absence #heartbreak #silence #smoke #scars

Vianne Lior Feb 9

Afterthought

The cup of tea
sat cold on the table,
I waited for her,
but the chair remained empty.

#waiting #absence #anticipation #loneliness #unfulfilled #expectation #silence #memory #longing #unspoken

Vianne Lior Feb 9

Fading Presence

The door was slightly ajar,
her scent lingered in the air,
but when I stepped inside,
she was no longer there.

#loss #absence #memory #fading #unspoken #haunting #scent #emptyroom #loneliness #traces

Àŧùl Feb 1

Who Am I?

A Group-B Gazetted Officer,
Working in the shoes of an
Assistant Audit Officer,
Assigned to the Railways
At The Office of the Director General of Audit,
North Eastern Railway HQ,
Gorakhpur.

A former Probationary Officer,
Of an Assistant Manager-grade
With the State Bank of India,
Working in the Chandigarh circle
And posted in my hometown,
Now I miss my mother,
Really.

Before that I tried to get a PhD,
However, I quit it during COVID,
Because age doesn't wait,
Time isn't locked down,
And I had nothing to lose,
Only exams to crack,
And interviews to groove.

Lost love? What's that? A lonely dove?

I've my parents with me,
And I have my victories,
The stories of which I relive,
And these memories boost me,
The euphoria of Nostradamus,
It envelops me in totalus,
Never me, never free.

Even after they transcend to afterlife,
I'll have their teachings with me,
Well, that's a case if I live beyond them,
Because as of now, improbable it seems,
I'm unable to imagine a life without them,
We are trying our level best to look for a lady,
A humble lady who can teach me more,
And also learn something new from me.

Born on December 23, 1990,
In Karnal city of Haryana,
At the strike of 20:53 hours,
Grew up much loved albeit a bit lonely,
For my parents' child I'm the one and only,
I love writing original songs, poems, and novels too,
Now I look to co-author my next one with my wifey.

#identity #crisis #lack #friends #absence #lover

Lalá Jan 14

Átomos Que Nunca Se Tocaram

Tu és um milhão de coisas;
Desejos, pesadelos, alucinações que nem bálsamos aplacam
Olho ao meu redor, e lá estás,
Porém, em meu ser, não te sinto.
A voz do povo, como um roubo de opiniões, revela a lógica
E o absurdo,
Pois o verbo é o que é,
E também o que não pode ser.

Antigas poesias,
Clamando às estrelas e à lua,
Mais um divertimento fugaz.
Sentimentos que não encontram sentido em tua mente turvada,
Como uma epiléptica a observar um estroboscópio sem fim.

Tu fizeste flores brotarem em meus pulmões
E em meu peito;
Embora formosas sejam,
Não consigo respirar.
Arrancaria tais flores e te as entregaria,
Um ramo de “eu te amo” que jamais foram ditos.
Teu nome, como gelo, cala meu coração.

Espero, aguardo, pela próxima mensagem,
Risadas que me impelirem ao retorno,
Ansiedade que confunde o pensamento,
Sofrendo por males que não ocorreram… ou ainda ocorrerão?

Na minha sepultura, portas se fecham,
Meu corpo se desfaz,
As flores se tornam parte de mim,
Pouco chegam a mim as vozes que falam
De uma fantasia.
Resta, enfim, a solidão.

#melancholy #dependence #death #hanahaki #disease #absent #absence