Johnpaul Okwudili
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In Pursuit of Virtue.
In the quiet dawn, when the world is still, A journey begins, a quest for something pure, A pursuit of virtue, a chase of the light, An endeavor to find the essence of good, The heart of what it means to live rightly, To act justly, to love deeply, To be more than just human, But a beacon of hope, a vessel of light.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
Whispers of the Forest.
In the deep, verdant heart of the world, Where shadows dance and sunlight filters through leaves, There lies a place of ancient whispers, A sanctuary of green, a temple of life, Where nature's secret symphony plays, In whispers of wind, in rustles of leaves, In the murmured songs of the forest.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
Beauty in the Broken.
In the stillness of dawn, where light meets shadow, There lies a world imperfect, flawed, broken, Yet within these cracks, these fractures, these scars, There is beauty, there is grace, there is a story, A testament to resilience, to survival, to life, In the imperfections, in the brokenness, There is a hidden beauty, a silent grace, Waiting to be seen, to be understood, to be loved.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
Ode to Democracy.
In the dawning light of hope, where dreams take flight, There lies a promise, ancient and yet so new, A chorus of voices rising, a symphony of wills, A dance of thoughts, a convergence of souls, This is democracy, the people's song, An ode to freedom, to choice, to unity, A testament to the power of voices, The collective strength of the many.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
The Hands of Time.
In the silence of dawn, where shadows linger, The hands of time begin their journey, Marking the seconds, the minutes, the hours, Moments fleeting by, whispers in the wind, Each tick a heartbeat, each tock a breath, A reminder of the ephemeral nature of existence, Of the dance of life, of the march of time.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
Empire's Fall.
In the dawn of civilization, when the world was young, Empires rose from the dust of dreams, Built on the bones of ambition, of conquest, A tapestry of power woven with threads of glory, Each stitch a story of triumph, of dominance, Of the rise of man, of the shaping of the earth.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
Song of the Meadow.
In the heart of nature, where the world breathes freely, A meadow stretches wide, a canvas of green, Painted with wildflowers, each bloom a note, In the symphony of life, in the song of the meadow, Where harmony dwells, where beauty flourishes, In every petal, in every blade of grass.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
A Heart of Gold.
In the quiet of dawn, when the world is hushed, A heart of gold beats, soft and strong, Carrying within it a reservoir of kindness, A wellspring of compassion, an endless flow Of acts that lift, that heal, that light The darkened corners of the human soul, Each beat a promise, each act a testament To the power of goodness, to the strength of love.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
Authority's Mask.
Beneath the gilded mask of authority, A face hides, unseen, unknown, A visage cloaked in power, Its features shaped by pretense, Eyes that gaze upon the world, Yet see only what they wish to see, Lips that speak commands, Yet utter not a single truth.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
Echoes of Kindness.
In the quiet of morning, when the world is hushed, A single act of kindness, a simple gesture, Spreads through the air like a gentle breeze, Touching hearts, stirring souls, Creating ripples in the fabric of existence, Echoes that carry far beyond the moment, Far beyond the sight of the giver and receiver.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
