Sunflower🌻for Emily: 2025

Where the Evening Breathes

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In the hush between hustle and home,
the city exhales a golden sigh—

as if tired of holding its breath
through the clamor of dreams passing by.
Crimson spills on the glass and chrome,
a twilight kiss from the falling day,
and buildings like steadfast hearts arise,
etched in silence, fading away.
A steeple leans toward the colored sky,
not in yearning, but in grace—
like love, reaching without asking,
soft and certain, finding its place.
Each street is a story on repeat:
beginnings, detours, long goodbyes—
and yet we walk, still hoping to meet
one soul that steadies all our why’s.
So let this quiet moment linger—

a love note tucked in urban breath.
For even in steel and rushing lights,
life finds beauty in what’s left.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, 18 June 2025 - All Rights Reserved

Echoes of 1898

Image credit to the site of: The Philippine Reporter

Four centuries bound, a nation wept,
Under foreign rule, its dreams were kept.
From shores of pearl to mountain steep,
A people longed, their wounds ran deep.
Spain’s iron grip, cold chains confined,
Cities silenced, faith redefined.
Gold and gospel twined as one,
While voices dimmed beneath the sun.
Yet embers stirred, their fire untamed,
A whisper turned to roaring flame.
Bonifacio rose, with sword in hand,
His cry electrified the land.
Rizal with ink, his justice wove,
A martyr’s blood, the seeds he sowed.
Through exile’s pain and prison’s keep,
His words awoke the souls asleep.
The Katipuneros carved the way,
Their bolos sang, their hearts unchained.
From Cavite’s clash to Balintawak,
Their courage cracked the midnight black.
Then came the dawn—June twelve, the date,
The world stood still to watch fate take.
A flag was raised, the anthem soared,
A nation freed, its spirit roared.
But freedom’s cost was steep and wide,
New hands reached forth to shape its tide.
Yet through the trials, through the test,
The Filipino heart beats unoppressed.
So hear the echoes, proud and bold,
The tales of heroes, scarred yet gold.
For every drop of blood once paid,
A nation stands—unbent, unstayed.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, 12 June 2025 - All Rights Reserved

The Scent of Sunflower

A whisper of warmth in golden air,

The sunflower sways with a knowing stare.

Its scent—soft earth, bright days anew,

A breath of hope in morning’s dew.

Not perfume, nor cloying grace,

But quiet strength in open space.

Like ink that stains but never fades,

Its soul inscribed in golden blades.

The writer’s way—a sunflower’s art,

Turning toward light, with open heart.

No fleeting bloom, no fear of flight,

But roots that hold, and words that rise.

In every sun-drenched petal’s hue,

A promise bold yet softly true.

A story spun in golden threads,

Where dreams take root and light embeds.

Through weary hands and midnight’s toll,

The scent remains—a steadfast soul.

Not bound by time nor fleeting bright,

But growing still, in love with light.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

Unread Words, Unspoken Love

I reach for you in spaces unseen,
where silence lingers too long,
where love waits on the other side

of unread words.

I do not wish to chase,
only to be held in thought,
to be known in the quiet
before doubt arrives.

You are the one my heart calls for,
not the love I lost,
but the love that found me.
Yet in the pause between us,
I wonder—
do you still hear my name
the way I whisper yours?

I would wait,
even past the fading light,
even past the days that stretch too far,
for you, for the ending where love remains.
Yet you do not see it,
do not know that my heart has already chosen—
and that choice is you.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

God's Children: The Reflection of His Divine Beauty

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A cradle of stars,

Each child glows in holy light--

Heaven's breath on earth,

Laughter like rivers,

Flowing through valleys of grace--

God's children rejoice.

Bound by His whisper,

Hands of faith weave purest love--

Eternal family.

Each heart a mirror,

Reflecting the Maker's joy--

His image, alive.

Children of the King,

Their song lifts the weary soul--

A hymn to the skies.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

Reflections of Divine Beauty

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Upon the heavens, His glory shines,
In the dance of stars, the grand design.
Mountains rise, and rivers flow,
A masterpiece, His love to show.

The whispering winds through ancient trees,

The tender song of the ocean breeze.
Each blossom bright, a gift divine,
Each creature's breath, His love's design.

The sun that kisses dawn's embrace,
The moon that guards the night with grace.
In every hue the sky bestows,
His boundless heart forever shows.

Though mortal eyes can scarce perceive,
The depth of love we can believe.
For in His hands, the cosmos gleam,
And we are cradled in His dream.

Oh, mighty Lord, Creator kind,
With endless love, Your soul we find.
In all we see, Your greatness reigns,
Forever sung in soft refrains.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

The Twilight's Whispers

A single tree stands solemn in the fading light,
Its branches weave stories in the velvet night.
Pink and purple hues embrace the sky,
As twilight whispers its soft goodbye.

The waters below, a mirror of dreams,
Reflecting heaven's gentle streams.
Each ripple tells secrets, muted, deep,
Where the day's last echoes quietly sleep.

Shadows stretch, the stars alight,
A dance begins to welcome night.
In nature's quiet, peace takes its throne,
And the earth hums softly, alone.

Beneath the canopy, stillness unfolds,
A sanctuary where life's beauty molds.
The gentle breeze carries forgotten tunes,
Through starlit skies and silver moons.

The whispers of dusk, they linger and play,
A soft hymn to cradle the close of day.
And as the night claims its silent reign,
Dreams arise, unbound by earthly chain.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

The Bridge Made of Words

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Between distant shores and fractured lands,
A bridge arises, built by unseen hands.
No stone, no steel, no timber in sight,
But verses woven, glowing with light.

Each word a thread, delicate yet strong,
Binding together where hearts belong.
In languages varied, in voices unique,
Peace finds its echo, inclusion speaks.

The rhyme softens the clash of the tide,
Drawing together those worlds that divide.
Through metaphors, truths quietly unfold,
Uniting the weary, the timid, the bold.

Poetry, the bridge where all may meet,
Crossing divides with rhythmic feet.
Its span—endless, its essence pure,
A refuge of hope, where love may endure.

Let the ink flow, let the stanzas sing,
Let the bridge carry the world's healing spring.
For poetry, a bond that none can sever,
A bridge to peace, forever and ever.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

Ethereal Enchantment

Beneath the emerald canopy, where whispers weave through ancient trees,
A sylvan realm, untouched by time, hums with secrets on the breeze.
Moss carpets soft, a verdant hue, where footsteps vanish into air,
And sunlight spills like liquid gold, painting dreams beyond compare.

The forest breathes an ageless song, where shadow dances, light entwines,
Each leaf a page of fabled lore, spun in threads of mystic lines.
The brook sings soft in crystal notes, a melody that sirens knew,
Guiding wanderers through the haze, to lands where petals drink the dew.

Here lies a realm where fairies dwell, their laughter chiming, sweetly sung,
With wings that shimmer, spun of mist, in hues of twilight's silken tongue.
A castle glimmers, ivy-clad, its towers lost in boundless skies,
Where sleeping tales awaken slow, beneath the gaze of moonlit eyes.

Oh, step into this spellbound glade, where every path leads hearts astray,
Where time dissolves in golden light, and dreams come alive to play.
For in this forest, rich with charm, enchantment blooms, eternal, free—
A fairy-tale of endless wonder, a sanctuary for the soul to be.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

Sunflower's Essence

In a field where sunlight graces,

A sunflower blooms with gentle traces.

Its petals wide, a radiant crown,

A testament to strength renowned.

She stands with elegance, tall and bright,

Facing the world with unwavering might.

Her heart, a bloom of golden hue,

Reflects a soul both kind and true.

Like the sunflower, she seeks the sun,

Drawing warmth from everyone.

Her presence, a beacon in the storm,

A source of comfort, safe and warm.

In moments of grace, she sways with ease,

Her laughter carried by the breeze.

Yet, beneath her vibrant display,

Lies a depth, profound and gray.

She embraces life with open arms,

Captivating all with her charms.

A dance of light and shadow plays,

In her eyes, where secrets stay.

Her resilience mirrors the flower’s stance,

In the face of trials, she’ll advance.

Unyielding, through the darkest night,

She rises strong, with morning light.

For in the bloom of a sunflower’s glow,

Lives a tale of courage, love, and woe.

A woman’s heart, a mystery profound,

In petals of gold, her essence is found.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

A New Dawn

In the quiet hush of morning light,

Where shadows fade and dreams take flight,

A whisper calls from deep within,

To shed the past, let life begin.

The road behind, a winding tale,

Of lessons learned and times we failed,

Yet in the heart, a spark remains,

A chance to rise, to break the chains.

With every step, a breath anew,

The world unfolds in vibrant hues,

Embrace the change, the unknown path,

For in the journey, find your laugh.

The sun will rise, the night will end,

And with each dawn, a chance to mend,

So take the leap, let courage guide,

For in your heart, new dreams reside.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

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