Johnpaul Okwudili
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Life's Ebb and Flow.
In the vast expanse of existence, Where moments intertwine and time flows ceaselessly, There is a rhythm, a pulse, The ebb and flow of life, A journey through the ages, A dance between beginnings and endings, A perpetual motion of being.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
The Power Within.
In the silent, sacred space of the soul, Beyond the noise of the world and the chaos of the mind, Lies a reservoir of strength, A hidden wellspring of power, Unseen, yet ever-present, Waiting to be discovered, To be unleashed in moments of need.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
Beacon of Goodness.
In the dim corridors of existence, Where shadows stretch and doubts creep, There shines a solitary light, A beacon of goodness, A steadfast flame that flickers bright Against the encroaching gloom, An ember of hope amidst the darkness.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
Crown of Authority.
In the quiet moments before dawn, When the world holds its breath, There sits a figure, alone, Clad in the trappings of power, The crown of authority resting heavily Upon their brow, A symbol of dominion, A testament to the weight of command.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
Whispers of Mortality.
In the stillness of the twilight hour, Where the sun dips beneath the horizon, And the sky blushes with the colors of a dying day, There are whispers, gentle and persistent, Soft murmurings of mortality, Echoing through the corridors of time, Inviting us to ponder, to reflect, On the nature of our existence, On the essence of our being, On the inevitability of our end.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
Strength of the Soul.
In the quiet recesses of the heart, Where shadows linger and whispers fade, There lies a force, a subtle power, The strength of the soul, An inner fire that burns bright, An ember of resolve that refuses to be extinguished, A beacon amidst the storm, Guiding us through the turbulence of life.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
Voices of the People.
In the grand amphitheater of human history, Where the clamor of ambition and the murmur of hope Intertwine like threads in a vast tapestry, There rise the voices of the people, A chorus of dreams and struggles, A symphony of aspirations and discontent, Echoing through the ages, Resounding through the corridors of time.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
Acts of Kindness.
In the quiet of the morning, as the sun rises, Casting its golden light upon the world, There begins a chain of events, unseen, unknown, A single act of kindness, a small gesture, Rippling outwards, touching lives, Changing the course of a day, a life, a world.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
The Emperor's Shadow.
In the annals of forgotten history, Amidst the dust of time, there lies a tale, A story whispered through the ages, Of power and grandeur, of pride and downfall, The saga of the Emperor's shadow, Cast long and dark over the land, An empire risen, an empire fallen, Its echoes still haunting the corridors of time.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
Liberty's Call.
In the dawn of history, where shadows fell long, There was a cry, a call, a whisper on the wind, Liberty’s call, echoing through the ages, A clarion for the hearts yearning to be free, A beacon for souls chained and oppressed, A fight for freedom, a struggle to be heard, To break the bonds, to shatter the chains, To rise from the darkness into the light of liberty.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
Democracy's Dream.
In the beginning, there was a murmur, A soft tremor in the hearts of many, Whispers carried on the wind, Echoing through the valleys and hills, A call for a new dawn, a fresh hope, A dream of voices united, A chorus rising, harmonizing, In the grand symphony of humanity.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
