heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
When the Streets Forgot My Name
Once I walked Like I belonged. Each step proud, Each breath strong. The city knew The sound I made, The echo sharp Across the blade. Of time and rust And smoky skies, Of hurried feet And fading ties. The lamplight blinked When I passed by. The crows would pause, The dogs would sigh. But now I move Through ghostly air, No glance, no nod Just silent stare. My name once roared From shopfront signs, Now dust has drowned Their weathered lines. I tap the stone, It does not ring. The ground forgets It once had spring. I see a child Run past with glee. A shadow laughs But it's not me. I try to speak, My voice too dry. A whisper lost Beneath the sky. I wait for dawn But dusk repeats. My echo’s gone From all the streets. So tell the world Before I go: A name erased Still leaves a glow.
By Hazrat Usman Usmanabout a year ago in Poets
The Place You Left
You left quietly, no final word. Just silence stayed, loud and sharp. I searched skies, found no signs. Only shadows moved, where light once lived. The room feels colder, your laugh missing. Time walks slower in your absence. I still visit the place you left where memories whisper and ghosts speak softly. I hold photos, not your hands. I hear echoes, not your voice. I speak aloud, hoping you hear. But answers never make it back. The air still holds your perfume’s trace. The mirror reflects my lonelier face. Your mug sits still, as if waiting. The door creaks softly I almost believe. Your name still burns beneath my breath. Love doesn’t vanish it just aches quieter. I wear the pain like second skin, familiar now, but never welcome. Still I wait, in love’s ruins, praying for peace, but waking to pain. Not every goodbye comes with closure. Some stay open forever. Some places heal. Some places haunt. And some… never let go.
By Hazrat Usman Usmanabout a year ago in Poets
