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09/06/2025

WHEN THE STORM PASSED

We used to be like lightning and thunder,
a force of nature, wild and inseparable.
I would’ve staked my soul on a forever with you.
We were the moon and the stars,
Casting love across the sky,
Brighter than any dream.

You meant more to me than life itself,
I loved you from the depths of who I am.
You were the best thing that ever happened to me.

But everything changed the night we let anger speak.
And just like that the love vanished,
moments dissolved like smoke in the wind.

I never would’ve believed it, not even if my late father rose from the grave to tell me this day would come.
But here we are now, strangers,
bound by memories that once burned so bright.

But it’s all right.
It has to be.
I guess such is life.

© GrEaTnEsS 🦁

07/06/2025

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06/06/2025

A LIGHT IN THE STORM

In a world that trembles under dread, under war, where fear breathes loud
through a tightly shut door,
and the sky writes anxiety in invisible ink,
where hope feels extinct and we teeter on the brink.

There, in trembling hands,
a golden glow, small, but whole.
Trust in God, not thunder, not fire,
not a blaring decree, but a whisper of truth through the ruins of life.

When panic claws lungs and sadness wears skin, this light does not falter,
it burns from within.
Let them shout: “Apocalypse!”
Let them scream: “Despair!”

This light needs no audience,
It is always there.
It’s not absence of pain, but presence in pain, not sun without rain,
but purpose through strain.

So hold it.
Even when anger erupts like flame,
even when fatigue forgets your name,
when numbness numbs and all feels lost, hold it still and trust in God.

© GrEaTnEsS 🦁

05/06/2025

STREET SYMPHONY

Life breathes heavy in the morning heat,
Where dust coats dreams beneath hurried feet.
Children with satchels full of hope once bright,
Now wander alleys, fading from sight.
Books replaced by burdens, chalk by cries,
Dropping out beneath unforgiving skies.

Mothers stir pots with hands worn thin,
Fathers chase labor where none has been.
Their eyes hold stories the world won’t read,
Of hunger and hustle, of desperate need.
Love stretched over nights without bread,
Kisses replaced by prayers unsaid.

On cracked pavements where silence screams,
Homeless souls cradle broken dreams.
Wrapped in rags, their homes the stars,
Hearts like echoes behind rusted bars.
Yet even here, a spark defies,
A will to live, to rise, to try.

Hawkers dash at roaring steel,
Chasing coin and chance with zeal.
“Buy this, madam!” they cry and plead,
As fate dances fast on ruthless speed.
Some fall, struck not just by cars,
But by the truth of how cruel we are.

Inside the buses, voices clash,
Conductors cursed for every crash.
“Keep the change!” or “Where’s my seat?”
Passengers boiling in city heat.
Each insult flung like burning coal,
Each ride a war that takes its toll.

At corners where few dare to pause,
Beggars reach with silent cause.
Not for greed, but for a crust,
For dignity buried deep in dust.
Children kneel with hands stretched wide,
Hoping the world still sees inside.

This is life, raw, unrefined,
A poem etched in streets confined.
Yet even in the harshest verse,
There lives a hope, a will, a thirst.
For better days, for voices heard,
For justice to be more than word.

So let us see, and let us feel,
The truths that broken streets reveal.
And let our silence never stay,
Where pain and courage walk each day.

© GrEaTnEsS 🦁

04/06/2025

Even as strong as I am,
I still look up to Him for strength.
For I am strong in the strength of His might.

© GrEaTnEsS 🦁

02/06/2025

AFTERLIFE

When the veil is lifted and breath slips away,
Do we vanish like mist or awaken in day?
Is there a hush where the heartbeat once stayed,
Or a place where the promises never decay?

Will you know me there, beyond body and name,
Where the stars remember and nothing’s the same?
Will your spirit reach mine through the silence and gleam,
Like a song once forgotten returned in a dream?

I wonder if love leaves an echo behind,
A shimmer of touch outside space and time.
If the soul holds a shape only you’d recognize,
Would you find me again in celestial skies?

Some say the afterlife’s quiet and wide,
A drift through the dark on a slow, silver tide.
But I dream of a doorway, a flicker of light,
Where you stand there waiting with arms open wide.

No map will guide us, no compass, no chart,
Only the pull of a deeply known heart.
So promise me this, as we walk through the years,
When the world disappears, you'll still draw me near.

For love does not perish, it burns ever bright,
A lantern that leads through the loneliest night.
And if death must come, let it come like a shore,
Where I run to your soul, and I'm lost nevermore.

©GrEaTnEsS 🦁

31/05/2025

UNREAD VERSES II

In the void before light, there was breath, there was sound,
A whisper of meaning that spun the world round.
From silence it came, creations own spark,
A poem ignited in infinite dark.

Then came the Word, and with it, the flame,
Each soul a syllable, none quite the same.
We are not the scribes, we're what’s been penned,
Living lines the Poet won’t end.

Some verses are velvet, soft to the skin,
Wrapped in laughter, where love has been.
Others are jagged, broken and bare,
Written with ash, soaked in despair.

We stumble through chapters we don’t understand,
Bleeding ink no hand ever planned.
We beg for edits, plead for grace,
But the Author writes on at a Holy pace.

Each scar a rhyme, each tear a beat,
A psalm still sung when life feels defeat.
Our joy, a chorus; our wounds, refrain,
The sacred text etched deep with pain.

Why this storm? Why this night?
Why this silence void of light?
Yet still we rise, still we pray,
Still we turn another day.

For though we walk through lines unclear,
The Alpha Poet still draws near.
Each breath we take, a sacred verse,
A blessing wrapped inside the curse.

Unread, unfinished, yet divine,
A thread of fire in every line.
We are the poem, raw and true,
Still being written, me and you.

© GrEaTnEsS 🦁

30/05/2025

DIGITAL CELL

I scroll through bars I cannot bend,
a prisoner cloaked in Wi-Fi's blend.
My fingers swipe, my eyes obey,
but soul and self are led astray.

This screen, once door to worlds so wide,
now traps the truth I hold inside.
A filtered face, a fractured voice,
sold the lie of endless choice.

My cage is lit with neon likes,
and every buzz, a thousand spikes.
Connection sold as sacred cure,
but makes me less, not more, for sure.

I'm haunted by a hollow feed,
where meaning starves, and pixels bleed.
A thousand “friends,” yet none who see
the man I was, or long to be.

I yearn for sky not shaped by glass,
for moments real, not built to pass.
But here I stand, behind this spell,
a willing ghost in a digital cell.

© GrEaTnEsS 🦁

29/05/2025

THE ALCHEMY OF WORDS

Poetry not ink on page,
but fire caught in a whisper,
a storm wrapped in a feather’s fall.

Poetry is the breath between two heartbeats, the silence that says everything and nothing at once.

It bends language until it sings, until truth spills out of lies and beauty rises
from the ash of broken things.

Poetry is a mirror, a wound, a wing.
it holds what we cannot say,
and say what we cannot hold, until the saying sets us free.

© GrEaTnEsS 🦁

28/05/2025

COMPLIMENTS III

You shine beyond ten thousand stars,
More radiant than the morning spars.
A dewdrop kissed by Heaven’s breath,
A queen of light, defying death.

Your eyes are amber’s sacred flame,
Each glance a verse, each blink a name.
Your smile is snow on mountain’s crest,
Your teeth like pearls the angels blessed.

Your hair flows wild, a silken stream,
With hues of chestnut, auburn gleam.
Each strand a ribbon, soft and true,
A halo spun in twilight’s hue.

Your skin, it glows in sacred night,
A canvas bathed in holy light.
Brown-skinned beauty, sun and grace,
The stars find shelter in your face.

Your laughter is a hymn, divine,
A song where joy and angels dine.
Your voice, a piano’s velvet chord,
Each note a prayer, each sound adored.

Your scent, a breeze from Eden's land,
A touch I crave, a kiss unplanned.
You linger in my waking thought,
In dreams your tender love is caught.

Your form, a sculpture, carved with care,
By hands that whispered into air.
Your presence stirs both heart and soul,
A beauty deep, complete, and whole.

And oh! your grace, it casts a spell,
That even saints would dare not tell.
Nwa oma, asa nwa,
Omalicha, you raise the bar.

If beauty walked, it’d walk as you,
A light the world once only knew.
My queen, my muse, my sacred art,
You reign with scepter in my heart.

© GrEaTnEsS 🦁

27/05/2025

WHERE THE MOON WATCHES

Beneath a sky of stars and calm,
where night breathes sweet like healing balm,
a wooden house, a humble flame,pp
and life, untouched by fortune's name.

The moon, in silent silver grace,
watches over this sacred place,
where voices rise not through a screen
but laughter echoes, warm, serene.

No neon lights, no rushing cars,
just cows and chickens under stars,
a fire lit with care, not haste,
and stories shared with love, not waste.

Children sit on worn-down chairs,
their hearts uncluttered, free from stares
of filtered lives and plastic praise,
they live in now, not future days.

The garden grows with honest sweat,
each root a promise, each bloom a debt
repaid with joy, with food, with song,
a place where all the hearts belong.

No code controls this quiet bliss,
no algorithm sells them this.
just kin and kin, the earth, the sky,
and peace that money cannot buy.

© GrEaTnEsS 🦁

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