Emily's poems

Violet Strings in Paradise

I am stranded on an island far off
distant from their noises and their sore coughs
my life might be barren and empty,
but leads to lack of chaos and energy
during the pouring rain I sit beside
an ocean of wonder waves its gentle tide
in the city block, I am homeless wept
why are they afraid to give what they have kept?
I have been a nomad migrating towards
each place full of promise and welcoming chords
though my culture rests in the small creeks
lovely wonders passing through every week
this dream is surreal unlike no other
like my early years I stayed with my mother
I get up to take a break for a walk
noticing the cement drawn with chalk
my focus is on the current wave of tensions
how things shift from day to day expressions
the sand swiftly brushes under my feet
basking in the breeze and glowing warm heat
a soft melody plays its pretty tones
this different vibe is neat, apart from the clones
my eyes are fixed on this heavenly place
such a beautiful trance I do embrace
I watch over my loves to protect them
from the harmful darkness, when light is dim
a chance to begin anew in bright hopes
I struggle with my sins and try to cope
oh how sweet the love this soul can provide
it is within all the good on this ride
cherish this day of magnificent awe
sink in this time that seems so small
the rose bushes near me blossom with delight
a tender touch can pave way to birth flight
so never lose sight on what matters most
your life depends on a spirit to guide and host
an extension of your identity
the very essence that helps you learn to breathe
I watch the sunset out in the ocean,
preparing for a new day in motion
my time for right now has since completed
in the small hut that I have retreated
the harp ends its hymn so nice,
with these violet strings in paradise...