Free Verse
HEARTBEAT SYMPHONY.
In the quiet dawn of love's beginning, there is a garden, a sanctuary where affection blooms, where every tender touch, every gentle word, plants a seed in the fertile soil of the heart. Here, in this sacred space, emotions grow, nurtured by the light of smiles, watered by the tears of joy and sorrow.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
WHISPERS OF THE WIND.
The wind begins as a whisper, a gentle caress that stirs the leaves, a breath that carries stories, songs of the earth, tales of time. It moves through the world unseen, yet felt in every rustle, every sigh, a presence that speaks of connection, of the unseen threads that bind us all.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
AFFECTION'S GARDEN.
In the quiet moments, when the world fades away, I hear it—the symphony of our love, a heartbeat rhythm that plays a melody of connection, of affection, a composition written by the very essence of us. Each beat, each pulse, a note in the grand opus, a testament to the harmony we create together.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
TENDER TOUCHES.
In the quiet moments, in the spaces between words, there lies a world of tender touches, a tapestry of emotions woven with care, each thread a story, a feeling, a whisper of the heart. These touches speak volumes, a language without words, a silent communication of the soul, a dance of connection, of intimacy, of love.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
