Johnpaul Okwudili

Joined June 2024

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ODE TO THE OCEAN.
The ocean calls to me, a voice that whispers through the winds, a song that sings through the tides. Its rhythms pulse in my veins, a heartbeat of the world, a breath of ancient times.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
MOUNTAIN'S MAJESTY.
The mountains rise, a silent choir, their peaks touching the heavens, their bases rooted in the earth. They stand as ancient sentinels, witnesses to time’s passage, guardians of secrets, keepers of dreams.
By Johnpaul Okwudili about a year ago in Poets
DANCING WITH SHADOWS.
In the twilight hours, when the sun dips low And the world is bathed in hues of indigo and gold, I find myself drawn to the dance of shadows, The silent ballet of light and dark.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
SOLITUDE'S SERENADE.
In the quiet of the morning, before the world stirs, I find a moment of stillness, A space where solitude sings its serene song, A melody woven with threads of silence.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
RHAPSODY OF RAIN.
In the quiet moments before the storm, When the air hangs heavy with anticipation, I feel it coming— The rhapsody of rain.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
THE RIVER'S LAMENT.
I am the river, ancient and eternal, Flowing through the heart of the land, A ribbon of life, a pathway of dreams, Carving my way through valleys and plains.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
A SYMPHONY OF SILENCE.
In the heart of a forest, where the trees stand tall And the canopy weaves a tapestry of green, There exists a symphony of silence, A melody unheard by the untrained ear, Yet resounding with the fullness of life.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
WANDERLUST REVERIE.
n the quiet corners of my mind, Where memories intertwine with dreams, I find myself wandering Through landscapes painted with wanderlust.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
THE ALCHEMY OF TIME.
In the quiet moments between breaths, In the spaces where silence lingers, Time weaves its intricate patterns, An unseen hand crafting destinies, Transforming moments into memories, Fleeting seconds into lifetimes.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
IN THE GARDEN OF DREAMS.
In the quiet hours of night, when the world slips into slumber, I find myself wandering through the garden of dreams. A place where reality melts away, and the impossible becomes real, Where the heart’s deepest desires take root and blossom, Unfurling their petals under the moon’s gentle gaze.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
THE SECRET LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS.
In the garden where morning's first light kisses petals Soft whispers float on the breeze Silent confessions in hues of red, yellow, and blue A symphony of colors that only the heart can hear
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
"A DANCE OF FIREFLIES.
In the quiet twilight, when the day breathes its last sigh And night unfurls her velvet cloak The air hums with anticipation A silence, heavy and expectant As if the world holds its breath Waiting for the first flicker Of the night's tiny dancers
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets