Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

In the realm of assumptions, I ponder,
A lesson to learn, let me now wander.
To conclude or judge without thorough inspection,
Neglecting perspectives, lacking reflection.

Like a coin, assumptions possess two faces,
Both deserving attention in different places.
Heed not one side, but strive for a balance,
Grasp the whole truth, avoid ignorance’s trance.

One face may whisper tales of conviction,
Drawing us closer to a swift decision.
Yet, the other side holds contrasting views,
A gateway to understanding, a path we must choose.

For in assumptions, error can lie,
Blurring our vision, veiling the sky.
But with patience and willingness to delve,
We uncover truths that history cannot shelve.

So, let not prejudice guide our way,
Nor hastily let judgments hold sway.
Seek perspectives diverse, embrace them all,
Unveiling the tapestry, vibrant and tall.

© Ifedolapo

In the depths of shattered dreams, a haunting cry,
Resides a tale of darkness, where love went awry.
Amidst the walls of silence, where secrets reside,
A poem unfolds, exposing wounds too long denied.

Abused, a word that carries immense weight,
A battle fought in homes, sealed by cruel fate.
Behind closed doors, where bruises mark the skin,
Lies a narrative of anguish, where hope wears thin.

In the stillness of a whispered plea for release,
A soul yearns for liberation, a respite of peace.
But in this labyrinth of fear, so hard to navigate,
Strength emerges, resilient hearts dare not abate.

We stand with you, survivors, your voices heard,
Together we reclaim what once seemed blurred.
The cycle shattered, by unity’s embrace,
No longer imprisoned, your scars erased.

For every tear that fell, a phoenix shall rise,
From ashes of torment, a spirit to despise.
You are not defined by the pain you’ve endured,
Your worth, your beauty, eternally assured.

We break the silence, for your truth deserves light,
With empathy and understanding, we will make things right.
In the battle against violence, we will never relent,
Until every home finds peace, a haven well spent.

May compassion weave a tapestry of solace,
Where healing overcomes the torment’s malice.
Abused, but never defeated, your strength will prevail,
For together, we will forge a future, where love will prevail.

© Ifedolapo

In the depths of our minds, where thoughts take flight,
A garden of possibilities, pure and bright.
Seeds of dreams, hopes, and desires reside,
Awaiting the touch of a nurturing stride.

With every thought, a story begins to unfold,
A canvas where our destinies are to be told.
But heed this wisdom, let negativity cease,
For it’s positivity that brings forth inner peace.

Embrace the power of a positive mind,
With each thought, let joy and harmony bind.
Water the seeds with belief and trust,
And watch them grow, flourish, and adjust.

Through storms of doubt and moments of fear,
Hold steadfast, let positivity draw near.
Feed your thoughts with love, kindness, and care,
As they blossom and flourish, beyond compare.

Visualize success with unwavering sight,
Envision the future, bathed in golden light.
Let gratitude be the nourishment you provide,
As your thoughts soar high, reaching far and wide.

With patience and persistence, you’ll find the way,
Nurturing positivity, day by day.
For thoughts are the seeds that shape our reality,
Creating a life filled with endless possibility.

I plead, tend to your garden of thoughts with grace,
Sow positivity in every moment and space.
And as you manifest your dreams, free and unfurled,
Remember, it all begins with a single thought, in a magical world.

© Ifedolapo

Oh deadline, deadline, looming so near,
A source of dread and constant fear.
With ticking clocks and ticking tocks,
The pressure builds, the tension rocks.

The hours fly by, the work mounts high,
The finish line seems so far nigh.
But persevere, put in the time,
And victory will be swift and sublime.

For when the task is finally done,
The relief and joy will bring on the fun.
No more deadlines, no more stress,
Just calm and peace and happiness.

© Ifedolapo

Enough of the noise and the chaos,
The rush and the constant demand,
The need to always be connected,
And the pressure to understand.

Enough of the screens and the scrolling,
The endless stream of information,
The fear of missing out on something,
And the need for constant validation.

Enough of the striving and the pushing,
The endless pursuit of success,
The belief that we always need more,
And the never-ending quest for progress.

Let us slow down and take a deep breath,
And savor the moments we find,
Let us cherish the beauty around us,
And leave all the noise behind.

For in the silence and stillness,
We will discover what truly matters,
And find the peace and contentment,
That our souls have been longing for.

Now is the time to say it loud and clear,
With every fiber of our being,
That we have had enough of all the noise,
And it is time for a different way of seeing.

© Ifedolapo

In the desert heat, I wandered lost
Longing for love at any cost
And then I saw a vision clear
A mirage of you, my dear

My heart raced as I drew near
But the closer I got, the less you were here
What I thought was love, was just a trick
A cruel mirage, making my heart sick

The love I thought we had was just a dream
A figment of my imagination, it would seem
I chased a mirage, a love that was not true
Leaving me empty and alone, feeling blue

But now I know the truth, and it is a bitter pill
The love I felt for you was never real
The mirage has faded, and so has my pain
I will move on and love again.

© Ifedolapo

Hullabaloo, the sound of chaos
A clamor that cannot be ignored
A riot of noise and confusion
That leaves us all feeling floored

It is a boisterous, uproarious scene
A wild and tumultuous display
Where voices and music and laughter
All blend in a frenzied melee

From the pounding of drums to the roar of the crowd
Hullabaloo is the sound of fun
It is a jubilant celebration
Of life, of love, of all we have done

So let the hullabaloo ring out
Let it fill the air with its sound
For it is a joyful noise we make
When we let our spirits unbound.

© Ifedolapo