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Adan Noor Poem
Sometimes, life feels unreal to me
as if I am a wind
passing through the souls of people,
understanding them deeply,
yet never staying long enough
to become a part of them.
I have travelled beyond
the borders of my imagination,
through places I once only dreamed of,
and met versions of myself
I never knew existed.
Yet somehow,
the journey of experience
never truly ends.
I keep moving,
carried by the wind,
collecting fragments of every soul I meet,
every place I leave behind,
and every moment
that changes me.
Perhaps that is what life is
not a place to arrive,
but an endless journey
through people, memories,
and worlds within ourselves.
Copyright © Adan Noor | Year Posted 2026
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Adan Noor Poem
They were never mine,
yet somehow, they felt like home.
They became mine in the quiet of my heart,
only to leave me alone.
I broke beneath the weight of longing
for a soul I was never meant to hold.
Yet in every prayer, their presence lingered,
a warmth that slowly turned cold.
They saw me, yet their eyes
held only the silence of goodbye.
So I searched for them in every sign,
in every passing shadow, every sky.
But they faded into a world
where even memories could not reach.
Someone who became mine for a moment,
but was never mine to keep.
And somewhere between their memory
and the silence they left behind,
I forgot where they ended
and where I began.
Copyright © Adan Noor | Year Posted 2026
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Adan Noor Poem
He said he loved me,
yet still left me.
If he loved me, how could he hurt me?
Forever, I will love him
the way he could never love me.
Copyright © Adan Noor | Year Posted 2026
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Adan Noor Poem
Lost in love,
yet still in love.
Oh, my
I've tried more than enough.
So let the wind take me.
Let it carry what I cannot.
Let me flow
far from my worries,
somewhere
I am free.
Copyright © Adan Noor | Year Posted 2026
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