Tag Archives: #flowers

The ghosts of us

Hopelessness
Lost now
Away

Searching

Somewhere
Nowhere
Somewhere

What returns
Is a resignation

But it hopes still
This state
Of acceptance
Never too much
Elation

Except towards
Writings from
The skies
Stars

Ghosts have gone
Already to the sky
& ghosts live
Among us too

Soap operas
Perhaps as real
As the stories
The ghosts of us
Can tell

© Niliema Karkhanis


Authour’s note: 7th of 30 poems for a month of poetry


Featured image by Daniel Olah from Unsplash


Petals

Petals to

Bloom

Soon

Airs of spring

Kettle water

Dust on wire

Tea light warming

Ambience wiling

Comforting intensity

Of any given tendency

Dust to dusk

Wire to wire

Weathered fold

Out of the mold

Compassion

Has hold

No

Parallel

Hegemony

Of hell

Petals

Felled

While

Aiming

To grow

© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured photo by Zane Lee from Unsplash

on a stream of flowers

Photo by Anthony 

from Pexels

~ ○ ~

you can say it again

& it would fall into

a pool of hope

streaming away

one more time

on a stream of flowers

i grew in my mind blossoms & blooms

for the future

of a body

a dream

a watery reverie

where my love

flowers & flows on […]

on a stream of flowers

© Niliema Karkhanis

At the door

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

At the door

Day knocks

It screams

Through the quiet

You let yourself

Into the room

Full of dancing sunlight

You let the rays wash over you

Like it’s 

The only warmth

That has something

To give

The story takes place

In a day which never ends

This is the promise of night

Endless day

When the sun turns away

The moon makes

Its judgements

Reflecting on what the sun has said

You let yourself 

Out of the room again

Night thickens

Becomes a gel

Then a solid

You are gone 

To those dreams

The solid night

Encases you

As the

Night 

Dissolves

Into day

You remember

The things you

Tried to forget

Over & over

You remember them

And you convince yourself

That they are lies

Because lies are what 

Run this place

Where is everything

You search

Endlessly

Life can be 

So small sometimes

So infinitely small

And so infinitely

Massive

With no beginning

And no known

Ending

Except

The Inevitable

Sets in

Every end

Does have

A start

You sing to yourself

As you weep

And you pretend

It’s not 

The end 

At all

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

& then the flowers they bloom again

Photo by 
Karolina Grabowska 
from Pexels

This was not

Meant for us

We did

Not know

Though

Through

We loved

We were

Not there

To find

The answers

To everything

Everything changes

Every flower opens

Then goes away

Every sound

On waves

Leaves

To return

Another day

Another season

Another year

Years go by

Taking

With them

Time

The turning

&

Then

The flowers

They bloom

Again

© Niliema Karkhanis