Free Verse

WHISPERS OF THE DEPARTED.
In the quiet hours, when the world holds its breath, There are whispers that linger, faint echoes of souls departed, Ghosts of memories woven into the fabric of existence, A tapestry where life and death intertwine, inseparable.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
VISIONS OF GREATNESS.
In the quiet moments before dawn breaks, when the world is still wrapped in slumber, visions of greatness stir within me, like whispers of destiny calling from afar.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
CHASING THE INFINITE.
In the quiet corners of the universe, where time folds into itself like origami, I stand on the precipice of eternity, gazing into the abyss of the unknown.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
EYES ON TOMORROW.
In the quiet moments before dawn, when the world slumbers beneath a blanket of stars, I find myself gazing at the horizon, where dreams meet reality, and hope flickers like a fragile flame.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
BROKEN MIRRORS OF POWER
In the corridors of marble and gold, where chandeliers glitter with deceptive light, the mirrors hang, fractured and splintered, each shard reflecting a different face, a different story of ambition and decay. These are the broken mirrors of power, cracked by the weight of lies, stained by the hands of those who grasp too tightly.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
Kind Souls
"Please, oh please, Giant, don't eat me!" "Well, little human, I'm very hungry." "But I've got kids and a family!" "You should have thought of that before you crossed me."
By Jessica Phoenix2 years ago in Poets
ECLIPSED BY GREED
In the golden light of dawn, before the world awakens, there is a moment of pure potential, a breath held in anticipation, a promise of what could be. But as the sun rises, shadows stretch and grow, creeping across the landscape, eclipsing the hope of a new day. In these shadows, greed takes root, its tendrils snaking through the hearts of men, twisting their dreams, corrupting their souls.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
MY WISHFLOWER
I bend down to your slim stem My kneecaps dirty with grass stains And watch my breath ruffle through your wispy hair Every whisper like a wind plucking another strand
By T. Licht2 years ago in Poets
But. Top Story - June 2024.
You do you, my darling But.. Shhhhh. No buts. Just do you. What if I am mean? Asking that question tells me you are not.
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Poets
Moonlit Whispers. AI-Generated.
The moon, a glowing crescent smile Lends its silvery light to my darkened mile A path unwinding, like a winding stream That leads me to the secrets of my dream
By Noonaj2 years ago in Poets
The Weight of Words. AI-Generated.
Silent screams in the dead of night Echoes of whispers, a haunting light A thousand unspoken words, like autumn leaves Blown away, leaving only the ache that they conceive
By Noonaj2 years ago in Poets
Fading Light. AI-Generated.
The sun sets slow, a fiery ball Painting the sky with hues of gold and all The stars appear, like diamonds bright As day gives way to the interminable evening
By Noonaj2 years ago in Poets