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

~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily,  2 February 2025 - All Rights Reserved

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

~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, March 2023 - All Rights Reserved

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The Woman In The Mirror

©2007 Jan Brooks

The woman in the mirror

I always see a smiling face
No matter what life dishes out
She still has poise and grace.

So many troubles

Life has been all wrong

The woman in the mirror

Still sings a happy song.

The woman in the mirror

No one sees her grief

She learned to hide it well

Though she knows no relief.

Sometimes sadness overrules

And she wants to let go

And the journeys of life

Are often too much to know.

She finds the strength somehow

To carry the heavy load

Two steps further forward

Along the endless rocky road.

The woman in the mirror

Her beliefs have made her strong

Knowing there is happiness

That will someday, to her belong...

©2007 Jan Brooks

*A shared photo and a message that captured my senses. Reading this poem.. it  pulls on the inner emotions of the poet  for a woman. I have this feeling that the poet's subject is the woman herself. I may be wrong ..or he/she had been a witness to another woman's experience..somehow, the poem also reflects me...