Category: Uncategorized

Strolling down the road where noise is the norm
My silence screamed, a silent storm
Unheard by those who sought to pry
Into the depths where secrets lie

My silence spoke a language rare
A voice that whispered through the air
A web of thoughts untold
With hidden truths, yet to unfold

In the chaos of everyday strife
My silence screamed a vivid life
It painted scenes of endless dreams
And carried hopes on subtle streams

My silence screamed when words fell short
A testament to battles fought
When tears welled up and overflowed
My silence whispered, softly glowed

It roared like thunder, silent still
A force that echoed, heart and will
Through quiet moments, it found its might
Unleashing strength, like stars at night

But in this silence, loud and clear
Resilience grew, and conquered fear
For in the depths of my hushed refrain
A warrior’s spirit rose again

I plead, do not mistake my quiet gaze
For weakness trapped in silent days
For in my silence, you shall see
The power of my voice set free.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

In love’s embrace, they once believed,
Their hearts entwined, so deeply cleaved.
But trust was shattered, bonds torn asunder,
Leaving their souls to endlessly ponder.

Chorus:
Oh, the walls they built, stone by stone,
Shielding their hearts, alone, alone.
In the wake of betrayal’s cruel thrust,
Their love’s remains turned into dust.

A promise broken, a faith betrayed,
In the ruins of love, they both swayed.
Once open hearts now locked away,
In the fortress of distrust, they’d stay.

Chorus:
Oh, the walls they built, stone by stone,
Shielding their hearts, alone, alone.
In the wake of betrayal’s cruel thrust,
Their love’s remains turned into dust.

The scars still fresh, the wounds still bleed,
As they nurtured anger and pain’s dark seed.
But within those walls, they found some peace,
A fragile refuge from love’s cruel caprice.

Chorus:
Oh, the walls they built, stone by stone,
Shielding their hearts, alone, alone.
In the wake of betrayal’s cruel thrust,
Their love’s remains turned into dust.

Yet, in the quiet of the darkest night,
They wondered if they had chosen right.
For while walls may keep hurt at bay,
They also keep love’s light at bay.

Chorus:
Oh, the walls they built, stone by stone,
Shielding their hearts, alone, alone.
In the wake of betrayal’s cruel thrust,
Their love’s remains turned into dust.

In the end, they learned a painful art,
To protect their hearts, they had built a fort.
But within those walls, a longing grew,
For love to mend what betrayal once slew.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

The wind whispers secrets, in hushed tones and low,
Of ancient tales of wonder, we will never truly know.
The unseen spirits, dancing in the night,
Whispering their stories, bathed in pale moonlight.

Beneath the surface, worlds silently collide,
A hidden realm where reality may divide.
Whispers in the air, echoes in the wind,
A realm unknown, where the veiled truth has been pinned.

Unseen are the forces that shape our everyday,
Guiding us on our path, leading us astray.
An unseen hand, a presence never seen,
Can alter the course, change what might have been.

Behind closed doors, behind a mask or guise,
The unseen emotions, hidden in our eyes.
The smiles that hide the tears, the laughter that conceals,
A world of hidden feelings, only the heart reveals.

The unseen pain, that dwells deep inside,
The wounds that scar, that we try to hide.
The battles fought in silence, the wars unseen,
A strength within us that no one else might glean.

It is now time to discount what the eyes cannot see,
For there is magic in the unseen, the possibilities.
In the hidden crevices, in the shadows’ embrace,
Lies a world unknown, full of wonder and grace.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

In the silence of night, as darkness took its hold,
A young musician played, his melodies so bold.
His music wove a spell, enchanting hearts in thrall,
But little did he know, shadows would soon befall.

At dawn’s first light, when hope should brightly gleam,
Betrayal lurked in shadows, like an unholy scheme.
His enemies disguised as friends, with treacherous grins,
Plotted his downfall, weaving webs of deceit within.

The symphony he played, echoed in the twilight haze,
As friendships turned to daggers, sharp as midnight glaze.
But his spirit rose defiant, fueled by melodies pure,
A beacon in the darkness, his talent set to endure.

With every strum and chord, he fought against the tide,
Igniting flames of passion, he would not be denied.
His dreams, like fiery embers, blazed within his soul,
For he was born to conquer, to rise and to control.

But envy seethed within those who could not comprehend,
The power of his music, the journey he would transcend.
They whispered silken lies, as he shaped his symphony,
Unaware of the darkness that they soon would set free.

As the sun kissed the horizon, unveiling morning hues,
Their nefarious plans unfolded, evil they would pursue.
Yet even in the gloom, a melody dared to rise,
Defiant notes of beauty, challenging their disguise.

But alas, fate followed its cruel and twisted guise,
And the young musician met an untimely demise.
Though his life was cut short, his music still prevails,
His spirit forever echoed in melodious tales.

In the darkness at dawn, where shadows often play,
We find the inspiration to follow dreams each day.
For though the enemies may come, with intentions ill,
The power of our music, our hearts, will surely still.

Let the darkness at dawn be a lesson we can learn,
To cherish those who love us and kindle passion’s burn.
And may the young musician, the hero of our rhyme,
Inspire us all to soar, like music, for all time.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

Photo credit: Ilerioluwa (Mohbad). Continue to rest, Champ!

In love’s tangled web I often find myself caught,
Emotionally strangled, my heart feeling distraught.
A love life twisted, a tormenting affection,
Leaving my soul gasping for a moment’s respite and reflection.

Like a constricting noose, the emotions tighten,
Creating a turmoil as my heart is frightened.
Each breath taken becomes a struggle for air,
As the weight of love’s expectations I start to wear.

With every gesture, every word left unsaid,
My heart becomes trapped, the oxygen thread.
The whispers of love echo, bringing me pain,
As I drown in the sea of emotional strain.

Love’s grip is relentless, its hold so disabling,
Leaving me gasping, in a desperate entangling.
The more I try to escape, the tighter it becomes,
Leaving me breathless, my heartstrings all strums.

Yet amidst this suffocation, flickers of hope arise,
A glimmer of light in these love-induced sighs.
For in the midst of the struggle, I learn to let go,
To free myself from the emotional undertow.

I untangle the knots, one by one, with care,
Finding strength to release myself from this snare.
For love should never be a source of pain and strife,
But a journey of growth, a blossoming of life.

untie the ropes of emotional strangulation,
Embracing love’s power with a newfound liberation.
For in the depths of my heart, I find the strength,
To break free from the chains, and love without length.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi