Sunflower🌻for Emily: free verse poetry

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When Silence Speaks

When breath dissolves into the air,
And time forgets the weight we bear,
What waits beyond the closing eyes...
A dawn, a void, or soft disguise?

Is death a cradle, rocked anew,
A birth reversed, yet passing through?
Do memories fade, or linger still,
Like echoes bending to the will?

The ones who cross cannot return,
Their lips are sealed, their voices burn.
Yet in the hush, a whisper stays,
A shadowed hymn of hidden ways.

Perhaps it feels like being born,
A gentle veil, a world reborn.
Or maybe silence, vast and deep,
Where souls lie down, at last, to sleep.

And though we ask, and wonder why,
No answer drifts from those who die.
So we remain, with hope and fear,
Listening for what none can hear.

~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, 26 March 2026 - All Rights Reserved

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Still Walking

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I have walked through many seasons,
bare hands carrying bread and burdens,
a single flame in the dark,
a mother’s voice steady against storms.

I have known the silence of rooms
where laughter once lived,
and the ache of asking favors
that never find their way to lips.
Sometimes it feels as though
I am asked to walk until the end,
my footsteps fading into dust,
my heart still beating for those
who no longer need my arms
but whose futures I cradle in prayer.

I am not as strong as I was,
yet strength still lingers...
in the way I rise each morning,
in the way I hold my children’s names
like hymns upon my tongue.
Savings folded away,
memories stitched into years of labor,
I pause now,
freelance hours scattered like leaves,
wondering if the worth of staying
is measured in the love I give,
or in the quiet endurance
of a soul that refuses to let go.

God, I ask You...
let me remain,
let me see their paths unfold,
let me guard them a little longer.
I do not seek riches,
only time,
only the grace to stand beside them
until their roots are deep enough
to hold against the winds.

There are nights when headaches
press against my temples,
and tears blur the pages of my prayers.
Yet even in sorrow,
I whisper gratitude...
for the years already given,
for the chance to love,
for the strength to walk,
even when the road feels endless.

I am still here.
Not finished, not forgotten.
Still walking,
still praying,
still holding the future
like a fragile flame in my hands.

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In the Silence of the Frame

We’ve never met... not in the way

the wind meets leaves, or hands find hands.

Yet through poetry and photographs,

I glimpse a world my heart understands.

A stranger bends to light and shadow,

capturing silence in golden skies.

I write of woods, dusk, and solitude...

his art responds, though unaware of my eyes.

His lens leans close to the effect of lights:

from the sky to waters, and the structures beneath.

I linger in the quiet spaces,

where admiration hides in gentle delight.

He knows I love the sun’s descent,

how it spills secrets across the sky.

And when I see that amber stillness,

I wonder if it speaks to me too.

No declarations, no confessions...

just verses left like fallen leaves.

And in return, his photographs

echo something my heart believes.

So here I stay, behind the screen,

where art and nature intertwine.

In the silence of the frame, I dwell...

a stranger moved, yet quietly aligned.

~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, 10 February 2026 - All Rights Reserved

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Christmas Verse of Grief and Grace

In the hush of December’s night,

I remember a chair left empty,

a voice that once carried carols,

now folded into silence.

Grief lingers like winter’s shadow,

yet even in sorrow’s chill,

a star breaks through the dark...

Bethlehem’s light,

eternal and unyielding.

For unto us a Child was born,

not to erase our tears,

but to cradle them in mercy,

to lift the weight of sin,

to promise life beyond the grave.

So I hold both ache and alleluia,

my father’s absence,

my Savior’s presence...

and in this holy paradox,

Christmas becomes not loss,

but love incarnate,

a dawn that death cannot dim.

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Beneath The Archipelago's Veil

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In the land where the sun first kissed the sea,
Where heroes bled for liberty,
A shadow grows beneath the gold...
A tale of power bought and sold.

The mango trees still bear their fruit,
But roots are tangled in dispute.
The rice fields whisper ancient songs,
Yet justice limps where it belongs.

Palaces rise on stolen stone,
While children sleep on streets alone.
The law, a mask with hollow eyes,
Winks at thieves in suit and ties.

They speak of progress, paved in lies,
Of roads that curve where truth still dies.
The budget bloats, the poor grow thin...
A cycle greased by silent sin.

But listen... there’s a pulse beneath,
A drumbeat rising from the grief.
From slums and schools, from farms and bays,
A voice begins to split the haze.

It names the rot, it breaks the spell,
It tolls the truth like chapel bell.
For even in this tainted air,
The soul of freedom still burns there.

So write, resist, remember well...
The archipelago shall quell
The greed that grips her fragile throat,
And rise again, on truth afloat.

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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.

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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

🌻This poem is a quiet unveiling of a woman’s essence—her strength, her softness, her mystery. Inspired by the sunflower’s stance, it speaks of resilience not as defiance, but as grace under pressure. Though written in metaphor, it carries fragments of my own truth. In its lines, I see the woman I am becoming: rooted yet reaching, vibrant yet complex, blooming even in shadow. It is both a tribute and a mirror.

The Woman

As the rib holds out a man,

A woman is to be cherished and behold.

A woman holds together

whatever is inside her wings.

A woman puts together

whenever and wherever one needs her care.

As the rib protects a man's heart,

A woman should be kept.

to be taken care of and to be cherished,

In all the struggles of this world,

she remains the woman... quiet and still...

Yet, when all fails, and chaos is around

she dares to face the naked truth...

Slay...walk... battle it out

though wounded and in pain.

As the Saviour is brought forth to us through a woman...

A woman saves the day

with her wit, brevity, passion, and compassion.

She is The Woman,

the embodiment of life.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

#prose #freeversepoetry #woman #womensmonth #womenempowerment

I Am a Fairy

**image credit to: fanpop.com/clubs/fantasy/images/4722886/title/fairy-photo
with some add/edits of the moon

My soul hides a magical fairy.

I love to sing and dance everywhere I go

like I was shining.

I am made for great things.

I feel a big connection with Nature.

Nature gives me power through the five elements:
fire, water, earth, air, and energy.

Besides Nature,

I have a really strong connection with the moon,

and the moon has a really strong connection with me.

The moon gives me power and peace.

I feel like she is my second home.

I have two sides,

like all creatures,

light, and dark.

I am in the middle of those two,

but at the right times,

I fall on the light side.

#fairy #nature #moon #words #freeverse #poetry

~ €mpêråtrïzV

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