Free Verse
Veil of Deceit.
In the halls of power, behind the polished doors, where the scent of polished wood and ambition mingles, there lies a veil, a gossamer thin yet impenetrable cloak of deceit. It shimmers in the artificial light, hiding the rot, the decay, the poisonous tendrils of corruption that weave through the fabric of society, a silent, deadly vine.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
Avarice's Shadow.
In the shimmering towers of glass and steel, where sunlight glints off every surface, casting rainbows through prisms of human ambition, there lurks a shadow, deep and insidious. It moves silently, a serpent through tall grass, coiling around hearts, whispering promises of more, always more.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of the Forgotten
In the quiet, in the stillness of night, when the world is asleep and the stars hold their breath, there are whispers, faint and distant, like the rustle of leaves in an autumn breeze. These are the echoes of the forgotten, souls who once lived, loved, dreamed, now shadows in the fabric of time, their stories fading, their voices dimming.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
Empty Pockets,Heavy Hearts.
In the early hours, before the sun rises, the world is quiet, still, a blanket of darkness that feels endless, oppressive. This is where it begins, in the shadows where dreams are fragile, fleeting, like the mist that clings to the cold, hard ground.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
The Question: What Kind of Illiterate Are You?
By standard terms, illiteracy means lacking the proper credentials to fit into modern society. But what if your literacy is someone else's illiteracy, and they mock your ignorance in their part of the world? Standards often ignore minorities, leading to conflicting definitions of literacy.
By Marcelinus Apakhade2 years ago in Poets
