Sunflower🌻for Emily: rhymed poetry

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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

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

Solitude

📷image credit to Volker Lehmann

When dusk sets in for twilight,

Where shadows dance with pale sunlight,

A soul finds peace in silent grace,

In solitude, a sacred space.

No voices break the tranquil air,

No hurried steps, no worldly care,

Just whispers of the wind's soft song,

In solitude, where hearts belong.

A moment's pause, a breath so deep,

In solitude, the soul can weep,

Yet in those tears, a strength is found,

In solitude, we're truly crowned.

In solitude, the mind can soar,

To distant lands, to every shore.

Dreams unfurl like petals bright,

In solitude, they take their flight.

The clouds above, deserve extol,

In solitude, they quiet my soul.

A journey inward, calm and still,

In solitude, we find our will.

Through still lagoon and tall, green trees,

In solitude, our spirit glees.

A quiet strength, a gentle power,

In solitude, we bloom, we flower.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

The Bridge

Path where new horizons glow
Mind can't ignore what it brings
Time runs o'er the mind to show
Heart expressed uncertain things.

Crossing never been easy
Hurdles to stop from going
Needles of pain to carry
Brave heart to keep on rolling.

Once the foot steps on the other side
Beholds the future, waving!

~ €mpêråtrïzV

A Father He Is...

He is the foundation of every home,

Giving the home its epitome.

Holding each wall that represents its home,

To protect and to guide its clone.

He is the strength of its wall,

For without him it could crumple.

Battling the storms destructing what he builds,

He should stay strong for the trust that its wall clings.

Whatever it may, the foundation would stay,

Though walls might crack and leave their grip.

The foundation would lay its way,

To gather once again, the wall that was stripped.

~ €mpêråtrïz

~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, June 2011- All Rights Reserved

📷 Mendoza Family Album

HAPPY FATHERS' DAY to my Tatay...

and to all Tatays, Papas, Daddies, and Papis in the world..(",)

#fathersday #father #tatay # daddy #poem

D e s i r e e

The name of the one desired,

A heart that of a sweet child.

A mind of a simple lass,

A dreamer of her own truss.

With her extravagant smile,

To welcome you from a mile

A refreshing scene to see,

Jolly companion to be.

Trials and sufferings abound,

Her faith had made it all bound.

All of it she would lose sight,

But never her friends all night.

~~~oOo~~~

The moment I lay my eyes on you,

the face of a sad angel,

Thinking out loud but never said anything.

"This girl looks like my daughter," so I thought...

I have noticed, have asked, and found...

yes, it's true...

The reason for those sad eyes...

yet, talking to you...

I could see...

I have seen the beauty of your heart,

the kindness of your soul...

'till it uncovers the refreshing smile,

and it never left my memory...

until we meet and see each other again.

From then on, you've been like a daughter to me.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

EL F a r o

📷*image credit to bestanimations.com

Swaying movements from afar

Seeing it goes side to side.

I'm looking like a czar,

Guarding every move and tides

I have seen the angry waves,

I can feel the silent mood.

Deep within, a hideous grave,

A mystery behind abode.

I'm an island all alone,

Yet, a sight could make one turn.

Though, too many years have gone by,

My tower still stands and burns.

I'm the eye that guides the dark

Giving each vessel a sight,

Keeping the night to send spark.

I am the house swirling the light.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

Emily Faith Princess

My daughter with Princess Belle on Disney Princess mall tour, all in a yellow gown

A special gift has been given to me

Extraordinary and unlikely

To keep and to be taken care of.

Who can't comprehend love's so Motherly?

Believing for greater things to happen

Trusting and hopeful for things not yet seen

Her name is a reminder, Faith it is,

Adorable! What a Princess she is!

~ €mpêråtrïzV

(a poem celebrating my daughter's 10th birthday)

Baguio Blooms Festival

One of the Float in the Parade with a theme "Save Our Forest", used a variety of yellow flower blooms as design.

BAGUIO

City on a mountain, your glorious beauty mesmerizes

Your greens, and fruits, and flowers, morning dew I cannot forget

Above in the clouds, your majestic view epitomizes

A beauty that I long to see and my lens eager to set.

Come back again as your enchanting beauty whisper to me,

Pine trees pointing towards the sky welcomes me as I come near

As you touch my face, I can feel your soft embrace, swinging me.

As you entangle my hair, I can smell your breath, I am here.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

~~~oOo~~~

Yellow Majorettes on Parade as part of the Festival

February is the time for Baguio City Flower Festival

known as Panagbenga (season of blooms)

Baguio City, the summer capital of the Philippines

located in North Luzon, a Benguet town

which is a part of Cordillera Administrative Region (CAR).

CLICK here for more info on #Panagbenga Festival 2016

Farewell

If you will see the sun coming from the east,

remember me.

If you see the sunset in the dusk sky,

try to whisper my name.

If you see a butterfly flying on its colorful wings,

follow it and rejoice for the happiness it brings.

If you see the sunflower in the meadow,

remember my face who walks with you in the willow.

... I love you till the morning after,

... love to see and hear your laughter.

... I cry when I remember the past,

... I die when you breathe your last.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

📷image credits to peakpx.com

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