Free Verse

ETERNAL LOVE.
In the tapestry of time, where moments weave like threads of silver and gold, there exists a love, timeless and true, a symphony of hearts that never grows old.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
MIRROR REFLECTIONS.
In the quiet chambers of introspection, where shadows blend with light, I stand before the looking glass, a portal to the depths of my soul.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS.
In the heart of the darkest night, where shadows weave their intricate dance, there lies a glimmer of hope, a beacon of light that pierces the veil.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
WONDERS OF THE IMAGINATION.
In the realm where dreams and reality entwine, where the ordinary transforms into the extraordinary, I wander through the landscapes of the mind, exploring the wonders of imagination.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
WINGS OF HOPE.
In the stillness of dawn, before the world awakens, there lies a moment of infinite possibility, a whisper of hope carried on the gentle breeze, a promise of light in the shadows of night.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
TIMELESS VOICES.
In the quiet halls of memory, where shadows whisper secrets long forgotten, I embark on a journey through time, guided by the voices of those who came before.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
FINDING MYSELF.
In the quiet of dawn, when the world is still, I find myself on a path untraveled, a journey within, to the heart of my being, where whispers of truth echo in the silence.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
of ascension
confidence(con) stripped(tripped) bare(bar) my obsession(another session), downfall(ownfall) parts, though no longer, me my descension(senseless), my call
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Dear introverted overthinker
Dear introverted overthinker Minds are the most powerful creations of the almighty, that have made humans grow and evolve into the enormous and mighty figures on earth.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Multiverse of Penultimate Magic
In a world where humans can fly and spells can reprimand the sly. The dream of every potterhead is built on the sands of time,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The love road
Life is a changing process. So is love. With every passing day of life, Life changes and turns in the way that we see.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
To the ones who bleed blue . Content Warning.
So many individuals grasped the hold of a brush or ink when they felt the need to vent their emotions and dive deep into the world of their creation. The world is an unfair place and asking it to treat you fairly is like questioning the unfathomable. It is the nature of humans to kick someone when they are down. We often question the beauty and unique sense of individuality we hold because of the scars and imperfections that are embedded within us. But does any existing humanity in the world question the beauty of the moon though we all know it is adorned with its set of flaws that run deep in craters and valleys?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets