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Echoes of Lost Love: A Sonnet of Longing and Memories


Staring at nowhere, bringing back the clock
Haven't forgotten those moments we shared.
Stacked-up memories hidden and unlocked,
Sadness, longing, wandering never bared.

That green eyes, who's smiling at my beauty,
And that red lips, talking sweet words for me,
Your Southern accent though may sound groovy,
My heart cradles the pain nothing like a scree.

Oh, Love, where are those green eyes and red lips?
I missed the cymbals ringing through my ears.
Tears no one can fix but your hand that grips
Cries that you would never see, crimson tears.

How I wish we could touch hands, bare our souls,
but now I'm dancing with your ghost of woes.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, March 21, 2024 - All Rights Reserved

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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

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


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The Sea in Me


Just like a cool, deep sea,
You'll find the person in me.
A positive outlook can be seen,
Meaningful thoughts buried within.

Look at it as calming & relaxing,
like a friend that would never let you down.
Feel the warmth of the sea embracing,
like a friend that will always be around.

Dip in, swim in,
know the depth within
but never take something from its naturality,
for you know how Mother Nature sends its fist thru calamities...

~ €mpêråtrïzV

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

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My Daughter, My Healer



You have been given to me, an angel, my healer - as years go by though...
I don't know if you are given to me to take care of or to heal me physically and emotionally with my battles.
You are the strength that pulls me on the verge of breaking.
I have learned to appreciate life more because of the strength you had shown when you were a baby 
You know when I am in pain, when I'm not okay, your touch heals me.
I feel worried every time you get sick that it makes me closer to God to spare your life for me, for us.
You were given an embryonic expectancy by a doctor while inside my womb.
I was asked if you are worth sparing thousands in an upscale hospital.
You were confined for months and barely a month old when the surgeon finally brought their scalpel on you. 
I moved mountains just so you could see the beauty of the world...and people see you as someone really special.
You have shown sensitivity and wittiness in things that surround you...
I praise God for He has answered my prayer in spite of what has been given us...
You are given the name of Faith Princess, as we have been living through faith with your special conditions.
I have your name Emily as my beloved daughter.
You are my beautiful daughter, who binds your siblings in love.
I am your Mother who loves you dearly...
You are my baby growing up to womanhood.
Praise God for 17 years and more...

~ €mpêråtrïzV

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

#prose #poetry #poeticprose#prosepoem #daughter #healer #baby #womanhood


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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

#prose #freeversepoetry #woman #womensmonth #womenempowerment

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