Johnpaul Okwudili

Joined June 2024

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WOVEN DESTINIES.
In the tapestry of existence, Our threads intertwined, A delicate dance of fate and chance, Weaving through the fabric of time.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
ETERNAL EMBRACE.
We met in the ordinary world, Among the mundane moments Of daily life, where chance encounters Turn into fate’s finest strokes. Your smile, a beacon amidst the noise, Drawing me in, a gravitational pull That I could not resist.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
ECLIPSED BY YOU.
In the beginning, there was light, A solitary beacon, a lone star shining In the vast canvas of my existence, Illuminating the corners of my solitary soul, Casting long shadows that whispered of dreams Yet to be woven into the fabric of my being.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
BROKEN MIRRORS OF POWER
In the corridors of marble and gold, where chandeliers glitter with deceptive light, the mirrors hang, fractured and splintered, each shard reflecting a different face, a different story of ambition and decay. These are the broken mirrors of power, cracked by the weight of lies, stained by the hands of those who grasp too tightly.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
ECLIPSED BY GREED
In the golden light of dawn, before the world awakens, there is a moment of pure potential, a breath held in anticipation, a promise of what could be. But as the sun rises, shadows stretch and grow, creeping across the landscape, eclipsing the hope of a new day. In these shadows, greed takes root, its tendrils snaking through the hearts of men, twisting their dreams, corrupting their souls.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
WHISPERS OF The TAINTED
In the stillness of the night, when the world holds its breath, the whispers of the tainted begin their dance, seeping through the cracks of innocence, a symphony of deceit that lingers in the air, clinging to the walls, the curtains, the very soul. These whispers are not loud, they do not shout or rage, but they are insidious, relentless, a constant murmur that erodes the spirit.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
VEINS OF DECAY
In the heart of the city, veins of decay run deep, hidden beneath the facade of glass and steel, the glittering surface masking the rot within. Whispers echo through hollow halls, reverberating with the promise of power, the clink of coins exchanged in shadowed hands, deals struck in hushed tones, as the lifeblood of corruption pulses unseen.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
INFINITE HORIZONS.
In the breathless expanse of dawn, where the sky meets the earth’s edge, and the sun whispers its golden promise, there lies a world of boundless possibilities.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
MIDNIGHT CONVERSATIONS
In the deep velvet cloak of night, where stars scatter like whispered secrets, and the moon casts its silver gaze, there exists a realm of unseen dialogues.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
BROKEN DREAMS.
In the city's heart, where dreams are sold like cheap trinkets on crowded streets, lies a shadow realm unseen, where the poor dwell in silence.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
NATURE'S SILENT WITNESSES.
In the heart of the forest, where ancient trees whisper tales of time, Nature's silent witnesses stand sentinel to the world's rhyme. Majestic oaks with bark like weathered skin, Their branches reaching towards the heavens, Each leaf a brushstroke in the painting of existence.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
HOPE.
A fragile word, yet it holds universes in its syllables. A whisper in the darkness, a beacon in the tempest. We cling to it, breathe it in, make it our own.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets