Poetry by Emily |

Perspective

I’m delighted that your mind is different,

That you see shapes and colors your own way.

Because my mind’s not always coherent,

And deep feelings aren’t always the same.

The Oak Tree

At my childhood church, an oak tree stands, With branches extended toward heaven. At a hundred years old at least I’d guess, What secrets it must hold in its resin.

Plenty by Emily Romrell

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Plenty is abundance in life,
Personal growth underway,
Happiness that no knife,
Can cut or strip away.
If you look it’s waiting for you,
Every single day.

She’s Gone

532

Tonight I woke from a bad dream, And it took several moments for reality To fill back through me the way you feel cold water going down on a hot day.

On Bed Days

774

When all your plans go up in smoke, The pain’s too much and it’s almost a joke, You try to sleep but dreams are invaded, By twinges, pangs, aches, and dedicated…

Sunflowers

611

All flowers are happy in their way,
But dear Helianthus you win the day.
Every aspect of your nature is sunny.
Even your face tracks its eponym across the sky.

I Will Endure

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We all have our heartaches, our burdens to bear.

The older I grow the more I care.

Empathy has a bittersweet twinge.

I know part of your pain because I’ve been singed.