#absence poems on Hello Poetry

Hebert Logerie 6d

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

Vianne Lior Feb 9

In The Absence

I have nothing of you
except your face in the dark,
your voice in the silence,
your words echoing in my mind.

I have nothing of you
except your smile in sorrow,
your soul in my essence,
and you—always you—
living in every corner of my heart.

#longing #love #absence #memory #heartfelt #echoes #unspokenfeelings #emotional #soulconnection #romanticpoetry

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.

My HP Poem #2044
©Atul Kaushal

#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

Cyril Jan 2

Presence, Absence, Permanence

It has become a curse to remember so vividly,
those moments, simple yet profound.
Like smiles, the sound of breath, and the warmth of their palms.
Loving, I’ve realized, is often about memorizing.
Attending to every detail whenever you can.
Their presence becomes integral, no matter how scarce,
So you rely on all your senses to keep them alive.

And when it’s time to leave, everything falls silent.
The glass feels more half-empty than half full
You realize, that their absence, too, hangs in the air
A feeling you don’t just remember, but live in
And you’re left wondering,
why their absence feels more permanent.

All lovers have the power to make the fleeting moments linger.

#end #presence #absence #permanence #remembering

Zywa Dec 2024

[ We're not together ]

We're not together,

but write the more lovingly --

'You're so dear to me!'

Novel "The Green Knight" (1993, Iris Murdoch), chapter 4 Eros - Aleph calls Peter Mir 'the Green Knight'

Collection "Unspoken"

#missing #absence #love