Free Verse
WHERE THE WILDFLOWERS GROW.
In a field where the wildflowers grow, where the earth breathes freely and the sky kisses the horizon, I find myself wandering. The sun spills its golden light, caressing petals painted by nature's hand, each one a delicate brushstroke in a masterpiece of chaos and order.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
THE LULLABY OF LOST LOVES
In the sleepy town of Havenwood, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, there stood an old, ivy-clad mansion known as Ravenwood House. It was a place of whispers and legends, its walls bearing the weight of countless stories. The townspeople often spoke of the mansion with a mix of reverence and fear, for it was said to be haunted by the spirits of lost loves, whose songs filled the night air with a mournful lullaby.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
FRAGMENTS OF A SHATTERED SOUL.
In the small, wind-swept town of Eldridge, there lived a man named Gabriel Ashcroft. Gabriel was a relic of a bygone era, his life marked by tragedy and loss that had carved deep lines into his weathered face. Eldridge was a place where time seemed to stand still, its cobblestone streets and ivy-clad cottages remnants of a past that refused to fade. Yet, even in this quaint setting, Gabriel’s presence was a shadow, a constant reminder of a heart forever fractured.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
STARDUST DREAMS AND MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS.
In the quiet hush of midnight, when the world is draped in darkness, and the stars sprinkle their light like whispers across the endless sky, I find myself adrift in the sea of thoughts, navigating the constellations of my mind, each star a memory, a dream, a fleeting thought.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
