Aska Karem’s poems explores themes of identity, loss, resilience, and the experience of being a Kurd. Her poems often draw from personal history and cultural memory, giving voice to untold stories and the emotional landscapes of displacement, grief, and strength.

Her works include The Psychiatrist, Dad, Object, Being a Kurd, and Say Her Name , each weaving raw honesty with lyrical depth. Through poetry, Aska continues her artistic mission of amplifying voices from the margins, creating space for reflection, healing, and cultural connection.

  • Once upon a time

    Once upon a time, I was the light in your eyes,

    The breath in your laugh, the truth in your lies.

    You called me your world, your reason, your fate,

    Now I’m a chapter you’ve learned to erase.

    You said she’s your family, your other half,

    While I choke on the ghost of our broken path.

    I thought you were home, I thought you were mine,

    But you closed that door without a sign.

    You spoke her name like a final spell,

    And left me standing in my own hell.

    I waited for you through sleepless months,

    Through whispered prayers and burning tears.

    You said she’s expecting your new sunrise,

    While I drowned in the dark behind my eyes.

    You say we’re now friends, but that word cuts deep,

    I bleed in the spaces where memories sleep.

    You ask me to be happy; I’m trying my best,

    But you judge me for crying, for being this mess.

    That’s how I feel, broken and torn,

    Once upon a time loved, now utterly worn.

    How are you so okay, so calm, so sure,

    While I’m still haunted by what was pure?

    You said I’ll feel better, it only takes three weeks,

    But pain doesn’t listen when memory speaks.

    I can’t bear the thought of her skin near yours,

    Of laughter blooming behind closed doors.

    It drives me insane, the things I know,

    Yet you call me crazy for letting it show.

    What happened to love through thick and thin,

    To holding my hand when storms begin?

    You said we’d grow old, you’d never depart,

    Now you’ve rewritten the map of my heart.

    You met me when I was unraveling, torn,

    And found her when she was polished, reborn.

    I was still waiting, while you turned the page,

    I was still holding, while you disengaged.

    I told you, if you go, I’ll lose my breath,

    That without you, I’d choose my death.

    You turned away, your heart turned stone,

    And left me fighting this pain alone.

    You sold what we had for someone new,

    For a month-old story that outgrew truth.

    How quickly warmth can turn to ice,

    How love can fade in borrowed light.

    And though I wish you joy, though my heart’s still sore,

    Once upon a time, I was yours.

  • Caged Prayers

    I keep on trying, yet I fall,
    Each step I take becomes a wall.
    The harder I push, the weaker I seem,
    Strength dissolves like a half-woken dream.

    The closer I look, the less I pretend,
    Confidence crumbles, I fail to defend.
    Family’s love holds me near,
    But only their presence keeps me here.

    Each night I prayed for death’s release,
    A quiet fading, a gentle peace.
    But universe was deaf, the stars turned away,
    Born to be punished, or so they say.

    I’ve tasted the hunger of endless desire,
    Dreams that ignite yet burn in the fire.
    Worked and I labored, but never enough,
    My efforts discarded, the journey too rough.

    So weak I became, I wrote my goodbye,
    A letter to shadows, a plea to the sky.
    I begged every night for an end I could choose
    Why is our death not ours to use?

  • Yellow flowers blooming against a clear blue sky.

    Love

    Why isn’t there a medicine
    for the wounds that never bleed?
    The ones that hide in everyday,
    and grow from things we need.

    Why does love arrive like lightning,
    yet leave like winter rain?

    You touch it once, it brands the skin,
    but time won’t draw it thin.
    It hums beneath the silence,
    like something softly in.

    Why does ache rise before the morning light?
    Does the dark become our skin?
    Am I built for storms, not sun?

    Some move like water through the world
    I am the stillness water leaves behind.

    Why does the end feel closer than the climb?
    Is there light for hearts like mine
    or does the dark become our skin?

  • If Souls Could Choose

    I keep wondering why I was born to ache,
    To carry the weight no one could take.
    They say it’s experience, they say it’s growth,
    But pain has become my binding oath.

    I smile when they say keep fighting through,
    As if the light owes me something new.
    But truth is, I’m tired, hollow, and small,
    It’s easier now to feel nothing at all.

    I’ve always been the second choice,
    The silent name behind the noise.
    Unchosen, unseen, I bore the blame,
    Until hope itself forgot my name.

    I didn’t ask to walk this Earth,
    To bear this body, this cursed birth.
    If souls could choose, I’d never be,
    A story written so cruelly.

    Yet here I am, without a say,
    Breathing pain into every day.
    They say I shouldn’t long to leave,
    But why should I stay, just to grieve?

    I’ve had enough of empty tries,
    Of endless lows, of brittle highs.
    I’m tired of faith that never lands,
    Of prayers dissolving in my hands.

    Since seven years, it’s been the same,
    Different faces, same old pain.
    And every dawn repeats the night,
    A constant war I never fight.

    Why me? What lesson can remain,
    When every step still bleeds the same?
    If there’s a purpose, let it show,
    Because I am tired of not knowing.

  • Before This Life

    I knew your soul before your face,
    Across the threads that time can’t erase.
    Through life and death, through joy and pain,
    We swore to find each other again.

    I watched you fade, your spirit torn,
    And loved you still through every storm.
    Your name still echoes in my chest,
    A ghost that never learns to rest.

    We met again, as strangers do,
    But something ancient stirred in you.
    A flicker passed, a silent flame,
    You almost called me by my name.

    I felt it too, that ache, that spark,
    A memory burning through the dark.
    But time erased what hearts recalled,
    And left our fate again forestalled.

    They say that love can never die,
    But ours keeps asking how and why.
    We find, we lose, we start anew,
    A circle I’m forever through.

    If one more life will let us meet,
    I’ll know your voice, your pulse, your heat.
    And if this world still pulls us apart,
    I’ll wait for you inside my heart.

  • Palm trees against a clear blue sky

    Say her name

    Standing in the entry of Haqqani Highway

    several guidance patrols coming my way

    We are the moral security

    You are not serving purity

    My hair is not showing

    But they force me in to going

    Pushing and grabbing me

    I don’t think they’ll set me free

    Leave her! why do you push and grab

    She’s not wearing an inappropriate hijab

    My sister’s hijab is worn appropriately

    We never get stopped in this city

    She is under arrest

    Go away you pest

    Punch him on his chest

    I’ll handle the rest

    My sister is innocent

    I know she looks magnificent

    Hit him hard

    We are the guard

    Leave my brother alone

    Soon hell be on his own

    Kiaresh is out of breath

    They have beaten him to death

    Take her to the detention centre

    Don’t let anyone enter

    In the van you pretty swan

    It’s called a briefing class in Iran

    Hit her hard

    We are the guard

    Please stop I am scared

    There’s more to come be prepared

    Please don’t hit me…let me go

    Time to educate you like a pro

    I feel dizzy, let me go

    Let’s all line up in a row

    I feel weak let me go

    Hit her harder head to toe

    I am dying let me go

    Not just yet... die slow

    May the word not forget this

    Say goodbye with a kiss

    Hit her hard

    We are the guard

    You can beat until I die

    I’ll never say goodbye

    Keep her legs spread

    Make sure she is dead

    Hit her hard

    We are the guard

    To the women of Iran

    I am beaten but I won

    Women Life Freedom

    Zan Zendegi Azadi

    Zhin Zhyan Azadi

    Hit her hard

    We are the guard

    Hit her hard

    We are the guard

    Fight for your rights

    As I follow the light

    I am Jina Mahsa Amini

    Say my name

  • Snow-capped mountains with a cloudy sky above and rolling grassy hills in the foreground.

    Dad

    Let me make you your fav chai

    Don't poison me, I don't want to die

    Tonight let's stay awake and look up high

    Maybe we'll see a shooting star by chance

    We'll make a wish and then we'll dance

    Young girl, why you crying?

    Don't you believe in miracles?

    Life works your way when you're reciprocal

    God, please hear me, I beg

    It all began with his right leg

    He couldn't even walk through the gate

    How much longer do I have to wait?

    I've stayed up all night and prayed

    Stay strong, young girl, don't be afraid

    Actually, say goodbye, the cancer has spread

    Anticipating a miracle

    Your pain was unbearable

    You told me you were unbreakable

    But the doctors said you're not save-able

    You have to take away his pain young girl,

    I need to inject his vein

    His blood is not flowing

    Sorry to say, but he's slowly going

    Doctor, please do something!

    Get his heart pumping again

    It seemed like a game

    But that's how it ends

    I never got to say goodbye

    And now 24 years have gone

    by It feels like yesterday

    We used to dance and play

  • A scenic landscape of mountain range with grassy foreground and snow-capped peaks in the background.

    The Psychiatrist

    I know you don't feel your best

    But try to get some rest

    Nothing's wrong with me

    But I'll have a cup of tea

    Take this medicine, it helps

    I know your mind is somewhere else

    I'm trying to catch a star

    But it just seems too far

    Maybe I should get there by car

    Young girl, your dad is in a better place

    No, you can't visit him in space

    Doctor, please find another case

    You can't make my dad erase

    Young girl, his cancer was spread

    He won't return, he's dead

    Doctor, do you believe in miracles?

    Life works your way when you're reciprocal

    Get him out of your head

    You still have a life ahead

    Nothing's wrong with me, Doctor

    I just love collecting saltwater

    Do you still hear voices?

    You know you can make different choices

    We still dance and play

    He even visited me today

    You need to stay here longer

    Soon you'll feel stronger

    One, two, three, do it again

    I want to play this game

  • Scenic view of a mountain range across a lake with some trees and a modern building in the foreground during dawn or dusk.

    The Object

    I thought life had just begun

    But here goes all the fun

    Suddenly, I lost it all

    I had no one to call

    This wasn't my life's plan

    I used to love the sun and tan

    You can't choose your destiny

    Why do I have to dress funny?

    Have a family and kids

    No one would want you in a few years

    Don't do acting, it brings us shame

    Say yes, you don't need to know his name

    He is a Kurdish man and has fame

    Acting is just a game

    Don't show your body, it's a sin

    Eat something, you're so thin

    You don't need friends, you have me

    Don't study, no one cares about your degree

    Stay home, cook and clean

    Don't make me create a scene

    Don't complain, this isn't even mean

    I must punish you for being on screen

    Okay, I'm sorry, don't go

    Let's start again, but slow

    Did you ask me for permission?

    You know I make all the decisions

    Who will want you if you leave?

    Do you really believe you'll achieve?

    Sorry again, please don't go

    I want you, but you are so low

    It's all your fault

    I only asked for salt

    This something we can get through

    But I've already met someone new

  • Scenic view of mountains and a body of water, with cloudy sky overhead.

    Being A Kurd

    When you have nowhere to call home

    For so long we have been on our own

    Feeling left out and alone

    To the world we’ve always been unknown Hello? We exist and we are Kurds

    For so many years we’ve been unheard

    Peshmergas fought for our land

    Their families ended up in sand

    Kill the Kurds was the command

    Bombing Kurdistan was planed

    You have no land stop trying

    Families getting bombed and dying

    Newborn babies left behind crying

    children running for their life

    Kids getting shot at the age of five

    Many others trying to survive

    People getting buried alive

    Kids hiding from fear

    Coming out when it’s clear

    Walking past each dead body

    Trying to find their mummy

    Mum stops the dead game

    Dad why do you have to do the same?

    It’s hard to breath in this flame

    Don’t leave me alone in this mess

    What is all this red paint on your dress?

    Taking away our rights

    So many cold and sleepless nights

    Staying in the mountains in fear

    Where do we go from here?

    The world forgetting about us each year

    As we search for a new home

    We’d be lucky if we make it to Rome

    How can we not have a country

    That’s how you live if you want to be free

    But we are a big population

    But what about our education

    We have rules and regulations

    This will affect the coming generation

    Culture and language and music

    We will be no one to the public

    To make us no one was their mission

    Dreams goals and ambitions

    Forget it there will be no:

    Musicians, technicians, clinicians

    Physicians, magicians, decisions

    auditions, visions intuitions….

    How is this fair?

    Having no opportunity to prepare...

    Missing out and living in despair

    Not being included with the world is hard

    Nowhere to call home is harder