Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

In the twilight’s embrace, where dreams alight,
Amidst the tapestry of stars that gleam,
Whispers of forgotten tales take flight,
In the realms of fantasy, they stream.

A dance of words, unbound and free,
Through meadows soft and azure skies,
Where the river’s song and moon’s decree,
Compose a symphony that never dies.

Eternal wanderers, souls untamed,
In search of truths that lie concealed,
Through valleys deep and mountains framed,
A sacred quest, their hearts revealed.

The symphony of life, a shifting tune,
A kaleidoscope of hues and shades,
With every step, new worlds to attune,
To unravel secrets, open glades.

On the canvas of existence, we paint,
With strokes of love and hues of pain,
Each life a masterpiece, no restraint,
A never-ending cycle, we sustain.

Embrace the journey, seize the day,
For time’s elusive sands won’t wait,
Let passion guide, fear’s grip allay,
In this free verse of life, create.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

Photo credit: Denver Dance

In the void, my gaze drifts aimlessly,
As my pupils twirl in a silent dance,
My sight fixed, yet visionless.

A torrent of thoughts floods my mind,
A labyrinth I yearn to escape,
An unending quest to find my path,
But the roots of confusion delve deeper, spreading wider.

My heart flutters in its cage,
A beat I hear, but the message eludes me,
In this moment, my heart alone functions,
While even the brain succumbs to bewilderment.

Here I stand, rooted in this space,
An eternity it seems, no end in sight,
So I continue to stare, resigned,
No longer attempting to break free.

Fatigue engulfs me,
Weariness takes hold,
Confusion echoes relentlessly,
These words reverberate in my ears.

I find solace in this blank expanse,
How long will I linger here? Perhaps ages,
In the company of my own boredom,
Perhaps the supernatural holds a better answer.

For now, I will continue to gaze,
Into the void,
Although everything surrounds me,
Who knows, maybe something liberating will transpire.

Who knows!

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

In depths of shadows, where specters reside,
A haunting tale unfurls, love’s eerie stride.
Enchanted, a man succumbs to ethereal charms,
Captivated by a wraith’s ghostly arms.

He walks alone, through misty moors,
His heart aflame, his soul abhors
The mortal bonds that hold him tight,
Yearning for love in pale moonlight.

Through cobwebbed halls and creaking floors,
Her ethereal form, he adores.
A wisp of lace, a whispering sigh,
Her spectral beauty makes him fly.

Her eyes, like pools of ashen glow,
Reflecting secrets none can know.
Her voice, a spectral lullaby,
Seduces him as stars defy.

Yet, in her touch, an icy chill,
His blood runs cold, his heart stands still.
Her phantom caress, a fleeting bliss,
A spectral longing he can’t dismiss.

He dreams of dances ‘neath moonlit beams,
In ballrooms draped with tattered dreams.
But specters waltz, their steps unseen,
An eerie ballet, a love obscene.

Her spectral essence, a haunting scent,
Fills his nights with sweet torment.
He whispers vows to shadowed air,
A love condemned, a love unfair.

He begs the spirits to set her free,
To break the chains of eternity.
But ghosts do not heed mortal pleas,
They dance in echoes, on whispered breeze.

The man, consumed by ghostly plight,
Fades into shadows, his soul takes flight.
A ghost himself, he joins her there,
In the realm where love is a haunting affair.

Free from love not of flesh, break spectral chains,
Ghostly hearts entangled, twisted desires’ domains.
Release the chilling fears, shed mortal tears,
Embrace true love’s warmth, banishing ghostly remains.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

Know your comrades, understand their ways,
Mixing them up can lead to lifelong strays.
Some render help, financially they’re pillars strong,
Never disappoint, their loyalty won’t go wrong.

Others offer advice, like emotional healers,
Words from their lips, like soothing feelers.
Angels from above, calming storms within,
Their guidance cherished, a precious win.

Blessings come through those who bring joy,
Their presence alone, no moments to destroy.
Smiles that bless from dusk until dawn,
In their aura, a lasting bond is drawn.

Spiritual assistance, a friend to pray with,
Heavens listen, their intercession’s myth.
Answers come swiftly through their blessed plea,
They connect us to divinity, setting us free.

Some fulfill desires of a sensual kind,
Secret confidants, no judgments to find.
Trust them with secrets, intimate and deep,
In their trust, secrets safely they’ll keep.

Adventurers by your side, ready to roam,
Paris or beyond, together you will comb.
Party planners, reliable backbones they stand,
Though money they lack, they lend a helping hand.

Technical gurus, your go-to for all things,
Phone troubles or career, their knowledge springs.
They will go the distance, the best they will provide,
In their expertise, trust and confide.

We all have comrades, diverse and grand,
Career mentors, the wild, the refined they command.
But never expect financial aid from some,
Companionship their gift, love them for who they have become.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

Ifedolapo Ogunniyi