Johnpaul Okwudili
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COLLISION OF FAITHS.
In the stillness of the dawn, where light Breaks upon the horizon, I feel the tremor, A quiet yet profound collision, a clash Of beliefs, of faiths, of truths held Dear by hearts across the world, Each beat a testament to conviction, to devotion, To the intricate dance of the human spirit.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
WHISPERING PINES.
In the stillness of the northern woods, Where the pines stand tall and the air Is crisp with the scent of pine needles and earth, I find you, my love, in the whisper of the trees, In the gentle rustle of leaves, in the quiet Moments that speak of a love As enduring as the forest, as timeless as the stars.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
THE BEAT OF THE DRUM.
In the heart of the village, where the sun dips low, Casting golden hues on the faces of the elders, The drum begins to speak, its voice deep and resonant, A heartbeat that echoes through the earth, through the soul, A call to gather, to listen, to remember.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
THE DANCE OF TWO SOULS:
In the quiet of the morning, where the first light Kisses the earth and the world stirs from slumber, I feel your presence, like a whisper on the breeze, A soft caress that speaks of love, of connection Beyond the bounds of time, of space, of the physical.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
SONGS OF THE SERENGETI.
Under the vast expanse of the Serengeti sky, Where the sun rises in a blaze of orange and gold, And sets in a whisper of purple and pink, The land sings its ancient songs, A chorus of life, of stories woven Through the tapestry of time.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
ELEGANCE AND TRADITION.
In the quiet dawn, where the mist kisses the earth, I find the echoes of elegance, of tradition, Whispering through the ancient oaks, through the fields Of golden wheat swaying gently under the morning sun. This land, rich with the history of countless lives, Breathes with the tales of those who came before, Of those who built their dreams upon its soil, Brick by brick, hope by hope.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
A LOVE STORY ACROSS TIME AND SPACE.
At the crossroads of faith and doubt, I stand, Between shadows of conviction and whispers of uncertainty. Each step forward trembles with the weight Of questions unanswered, of beliefs unspoken, Of doubts that echo through the chambers of my soul.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
