In the shadow of the towering spires, Where whispers carry more weight than screams, Lies the heart of tyranny, unmasked, exposed, The triad of corruption, slavery, and power.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
Veins of venom, coursing through the body politic, Invisible but deadly, corrupting, consuming, Power, a drug stronger than any other, Whispering promises, spreading its dark allure.
In the stillness of the night, the silent shackles clink, Unheard by those who sleep in comfort, Invisible chains that bind the soul, Forged in the fires of greed and corruption.
In the heart of the empire, the chains rattle, Invisible to the untrained eye, Forged in the fires of ambition and greed, Each link a testament to power, to corruption.
Beneath the iron fist, the world trembles, A land carved by power, ruled by fear, Where whispers of freedom are drowned, In the clamor of chains, the silence of despair.
In the dark corners of cities, in the silent corridors of power, There lies a web of oppression, intricately woven, Threads of deceit spun by the hands of the greedy, A tapestry of corruption and unyielding power.
In the shadows of the human heart, Where darkness festers and grows, There lies the anatomy of hatred, A beast with many faces, many forms.
In the heart of night, where silence reigns supreme, When stars stitch the sky with threads of light, And the moon, a solitary lantern, floats above, There are whispers carried by the midnight breeze.
In the profundities where light scarcely comes to, The sun gets through the surface, Providing reason to feel ambiguous about a brilliant sparkle the coral,
By Noonaj2 years ago in Poets
In nature's vast expanse, no note exists alone Each sound blending with the symphony of life The rustling leaves, the chirping birds
It smells like sandalwood and fresh plastic, Distantly cooked dinner and day-old wine. The pants are soft and cotton, poor in design
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Sadness can slip Yet badness won't flip Until smoke freezes hearing those breezes shivers thrills inside rivers flow through my side
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
