Fortunatus Ozioma
Stories (6/0)
Ronaldo: The footballing legend
In the domain of football's stupendous plan,A name arises, splendid and fine,Ronaldo, a legend by his own doing,A player whose gifts take their flight.From Portugal's shores to fields so wide,He's graced the game with expertise and pride,An objective scoring machine, a power untamed,In quest for greatness, he's unashamed.With quick footwork and an eye so sharp,He vanquishes each pitch he's seen,A striker, a performer, a distinct advantage,In the game's set of experiences, a genuine arranger.From Manchester to Madrid, and back once more,He's felt the cheers, persevered through the torment,Yet, through everything, he stood tall and solid,In the realm of football, where he should be.His physicality, his devotion,A demonstration of his assurance,A heritage that will everlastingly persevere,In the hearts of fans, everlastingly unadulterated.Ronaldo, a name that sparkles so splendid,In football's embroidery, a stunning light,A legend, a symbol, a genuine football ruler,In the wonderful game, he'll always sing.
By Fortunatus Ozioma6 months ago in Poets
Fields of love
In the field of affection, where hearts lace,In the midst of the glades, green and fine,Two spirits in cadence, connected at the hip,An account of affection, both sweet and stupendous.Underneath the immense and interminable sky,Our adoration takes off, so high, so near.Murmurs of the breeze, our sweet refrain,In this field of affection, we track down no agony.With each second, our bond develops further,In this field of adoration, where we should be.An embroidery of feelings, tones, and elegance,In the field of adoration, our hearts track down their place.So let us dance in this field so fair,A romantic tale unparalleled.In the nursery of friendship, where we've developed,In the field of adoration, everlastingly known.
By Fortunatus Ozioma6 months ago in Poets
Journey of self discovery
In shadows significant, I meandered forward,A mission to consider my interior worth,Through valleys low and mountains high,I searched for reality under the sky.A journey soaked with secret,A mission for self-disclosure,The way was upsetting, the way jumbled,Anyway, some place inside, I held no fear.Through primers that attempted substance,I sorted out some way to make myself feel quite a bit better,In facing malicious spirits, questions, and fears,I found the fortitude to dry my tears.The self I searched for, a far-fetched treasure,Under the layers, significant inside,A valuable stone delivered in strain's fire,A spirit that could climb much higher.With each step and each fall,I found my inspiration, stood up tall,The trip drove me to a spot,Where I embraced exceptional speed.Besides, as of now, with keenness in my step,I've found the self I can't hide away,The trip's end, a crisp out of the plastic fresh start,A more significant love inside my heart.
By Fortunatus Ozioma6 months ago in Poets
The little oasis
Quite a long time ago, in a world not so not the same as our own, a little beach front town named Serenica blossomed with the shores of the extraordinary, blue sea. The dusks were amazing, and the residents, fisherfolk by profession, had consistently relied upon the ocean for their job.
By Fortunatus Ozioma6 months ago in Earth