Free Verse
HERITAGE OF THE HIGHLANDS.
In the mist-covered highlands, where mountains Stand like ancient sentinels, and the air Is crisp with the scent of heather and pine, I hear the echoes of a heritage, A tapestry woven with threads of history, Of tradition, of lives lived in rhythm With the land, with the sky, with the spirits Of the ancestors who walked these paths, Who breathed this air, whose whispers Still linger in the valleys, in the glens.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
WINTER'S EMBRACE.
In the quiet of the winter’s breath, Where the world is hushed beneath a blanket of snow, I feel the touch of memory, A whisper of love once vibrant, now A ghostly echo in the frosty air. The trees stand bare, their branches reaching Like skeletal fingers toward a sky Heavy with the promise of more snow, Each flake a silent witness to the passage of time, To the dance of love and loss.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
RHYTHMS OF THE ANCESTORS.
In the land where the sun kisses the earth, Where the skies stretch vast and blue, And the heartbeat of the land is a rhythm Echoing through time, through space, I hear the whispers of the ancestors, Their voices a symphony of wisdom, Of strength, of life lived in harmony With the earth, with the sky, with the spirit Of the land that cradles us, that holds us In its tender, timeless embrace.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
THE DANCE OF TWO SOULS.
In the quiet hush of dawn, Where light whispers secrets to the earth, I find you, a presence as gentle As the morning breeze, as vital As the first breath of day. In this sacred space, where time Seems to pause, our souls meet And begin their dance, a choreography Of hearts, a ballet of two becoming one.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
COLLISION OF FAITHS.
In the stillness of the dawn, where light Breaks upon the horizon, I feel the tremor, A quiet yet profound collision, a clash Of beliefs, of faiths, of truths held Dear by hearts across the world, Each beat a testament to conviction, to devotion, To the intricate dance of the human spirit.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
WHISPERING PINES.
In the stillness of the northern woods, Where the pines stand tall and the air Is crisp with the scent of pine needles and earth, I find you, my love, in the whisper of the trees, In the gentle rustle of leaves, in the quiet Moments that speak of a love As enduring as the forest, as timeless as the stars.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
THE BEAT OF THE DRUM.
In the heart of the village, where the sun dips low, Casting golden hues on the faces of the elders, The drum begins to speak, its voice deep and resonant, A heartbeat that echoes through the earth, through the soul, A call to gather, to listen, to remember.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
THE DANCE OF TWO SOULS:
In the quiet of the morning, where the first light Kisses the earth and the world stirs from slumber, I feel your presence, like a whisper on the breeze, A soft caress that speaks of love, of connection Beyond the bounds of time, of space, of the physical.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
SONGS OF THE SERENGETI.
Under the vast expanse of the Serengeti sky, Where the sun rises in a blaze of orange and gold, And sets in a whisper of purple and pink, The land sings its ancient songs, A chorus of life, of stories woven Through the tapestry of time.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
