Free Verse
The Wandering Soul.
In the vast expanse of the universe, a soul begins its journey, a flicker of light in the boundless dark, a whisper of existence in the silence of eternity. The wandering soul drifts through the cosmos, a traveler without a map, a seeker without a destination, drawn by the call of the unknown, the promise of discovery, the allure of the infinite.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
The Color of Dreams.
In the realm of slumber, where consciousness fades, there lies a world painted in hues unseen, a tapestry of imagination, woven from threads of light and shadow, the color of dreams, elusive, shifting, a palette beyond the spectrum of waking eyes.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
A Tale of Two Stars.
In the vast expanse of the night sky, where darkness stretches infinitely, two stars were born, their lives intertwined by the cosmic dance of creation. They emerged from the same stellar nursery, born of the same cloud of gas and dust, kindred spirits in a boundless universe, twin flames flickering in the celestial sea.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
Stardust and Silence
n the beginning, there was darkness, a vast, silent void, a canvas waiting for the brush of creation. Then, in a cosmic instant, the stars ignited, a symphony of light, a cascade of stardust painting the heavens, each particle a story, a promise, a possibility.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
The Last Autumn Leaf.
In the quiet of an autumn morning, when the air is crisp with the promise of winter, and the sun casts a golden hue upon the world, there is a leaf, clinging to the branch, its edges kissed by frost, its colors ablaze, a testament to the season's fleeting beauty.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
Forgotten Melodies.
In the quiet corners of the world, where shadows linger and light dances softly, there exists a symphony of forgotten melodies, songs that once filled the air with life, now silenced by the passage of time. They linger in the dust of ancient halls, echoing faintly in the recesses of memory, waiting to be rediscovered, to be sung once more.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
The Forgotten Realm
In the hush of twilight, where shadows dance on the edge of time, there lies a realm, forgotten and unseen. Beyond the veil of memory, it whispers secrets to those who dare listen, its echoes of a time long past linger in the stillness of the air.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
A Dance with Time.
In the heart of the cosmos, where stars waltz in the velvet expanse, there is a dance, eternal and elusive, a dance with time, unseen yet felt. It begins in the whisper of dawn, when the first light kisses the horizon, and the world stirs from its slumber, ready to embrace the symphony of existence.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
