Zahra

Zahra Aug 8

Throat

I tumbled
deep into
the garden’s
throat in
a dream,
where scent
was thick
enough to
breathe
like water.
When i
tried
to lift my
body out,
roses
clutched
at me
tendrils
looping
my wrists,
stems
curling
my ankles,
petals
cupping
my heart.
Some
amputated
their roots
from the soil,
'howling'
refusing to
snap me off
themselves.

Zahra Aug 7

[🌅]

What’s the
use of
knowing
life deeply
when it
leaves before
dawn?

Zahra Aug 6

[The truest things]

You can’t photograph
the sun at its highest,
or the moon when
she stares too hard,
the truest things
resist capture.

Zahra Aug 5

[Early Marriages]

It isn’t love
that’s
"paired"
in poverty
but pain,
thick,
and
throttling.

Zahra Aug 4

[..]

My heart
is another
miracle
you could
spot from
the quietest
parts of the
world.

Zahra Aug 3

Dear Hello poetry♥️

I just wanted to thank you for creating such a meaningful space for poets.
Your platform has helped me grow and reach readers in ways I never imagined.

As I begin shaping my next poetry collection, I’d be deeply honored to receive a title suggestion from you.
I can’t think of a more meaningful way to name it than with your insight, since you’ve been such a part of my journey.

With gratitude,
Zahra

Zahra Aug 3

[Prior]

each time
someone
dies,
a leaf falls
from a
magnificent
tree in
paradise,
and of the
righteous,
"noor"
remains,
holy light
maybe-
matter
takes its
form
in the
silent bare
skies
scarped
by sun
maybe-
happiness
too first
agreed upon
in heaven,
before it
tumbles
down here
maybe-
wherefore
its always
late,
unlike
sadness,
that we
fashion
and wear-
that comes
so often,
so easy.