Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

Where fate meets destiny,
In the crossroads of time,
Two forces collide,
And create a path divine.

Fate brings the winds of change,
Unseen and unpredictable,
As destiny charts the course,
And makes the future visible.

They dance a delicate dance,
In the realm of what will be,
With fate as the wild card,
And destiny as the guarantee.

Sometimes fate takes the lead,
And destiny must adjust,
But in the end, they work together,
To create a perfect thrust.

Where fate meets destiny,
There’s a magic in the air,
A symphony of possibility,
A universe beyond compare.

So trust in the journey,
As fate and destiny unite,
For where they meet, great things happen,
And life becomes a delight.

© Ifedolapo

Can we be friends, you and I,
In this world so full of lies?
Can we trust in each other’s heart,
And promise to never be apart?

Can we share our hopes and fears,
Our laughter, our smiles, and tears?
Can we hold each other tight,
And chase away the darkest night?

Can we be the strength we need,
In moments of deepest need?
Can we walk side by side,
And in each other’s love abide?

Can we be friends, you and I,
And let our friendship never die?
For in this bond, so true and rare,
We find a love that’s beyond compare

© Ifedolapo

The shape of my heart is not like the others,
It’s jagged and broken, with scars that won’t smother.
It’s been shattered and torn, time and time again,
But somehow it keeps beating, through the joy and the pain.

It’s been filled with love, and it’s been filled with sorrow,
But through all the ups and downs, it’s still here tomorrow.
It’s been opened up wide, and it’s been closed up tight,
But it always keeps going, through the day and the night.

It’s been hardened by hate, and softened by grace,
It’s been changed by the seasons, and time’s fleeting pace.
It’s been lifted up high, and it’s been dragged down low,
But it always keeps beating, with a steady, strong flow.

So though it may not be perfect, this heart of mine,
It’s still mine to cherish, until the end of time.
For the shape of my heart, no matter what it may be,
Is a reflection of me, and my humanity

© Ifedolapo

Broken and beautiful, two words intertwined,
Opposites that in harmony we often find,
For when we break, we also have the chance,
To become something new, to start a new dance.

Our pieces may be scattered, our hearts may ache,
But we have the power to choose and remake,
To pick up the fragments and begin anew,
To find the beauty in what once seemed askew.

For in our brokenness, we find our strength,
We learn to rise up and go to any length,
To become something more, something unique,
To find the beauty in our own mystique.

So embrace the cracks, the flaws, and the pain,
For in them lies the opportunity to gain,
To find a new perspective, to see anew,
The beauty in brokenness that’s waiting for you.

(c) Ifedolapo

A riddle wrapped in a mystery,
A puzzle with no clear victory.
A conundrum, complex and obscure,
A challenge that we must endure.

At times we feel so lost and perplexed,
Uncertain of what may come next.
But in the midst of our confusion,
We can find a spark of resolution.

Through patience and persistence,
We can unravel the intricate instance.
And as we unravel the tangled threads,
We find a way to clear our heads.

For in the heart of every conundrum,
There lies a solution, waiting to come undone.
We just need to trust in our intuition,
And find the key to unlock the resolution.

(c) Ifedolapo

She walked with grace and dignity,
A woman of strength and agility.
Her heart was pure, her spirit strong,
A force to be reckoned with, all along.

Through trials and tribulations, she stood tall,
A pillar of strength, never to fall.
Her voice echoed, with wisdom and might,
A beacon of hope, shining so bright.

With each step she took, she blazed a trail,
Breaking barriers and shattering the veil.
A true pioneer, a woman ahead of her time,
Her legacy will live on, a symbol of the sublime.

For in her eyes, we saw a world of possibilities,
A future where women’s dreams could become realities.
Her spirit lives on, in the hearts of those she inspired,
A testament to the strength of a woman, never to be tired.

So let us remember this woman, so strong and brave,
And honor her legacy, with every step we take.
For she showed us what it means to be truly alive,
And inspired us to keep pushing, to keep striving.

(c) Ifedolapo

Distracted by the world around,
My thoughts are scattered, unbound.
The noise and chaos, they invade,
My mind, my soul, they have waylaid.

I try to focus, try to reign,
In the thoughts that cause me pain.
But distractions come from every side,
And I am left feeling lost, unable to decide.

The phone that rings, the emails that ping,
The endless chatter that does not mean a thing.
All these things that take me away,
From the things that truly matter each day.

I long for peace, for quiet space,
To find my center, to feel my grace.
To live in the present, in this moment true,
And let go of the things that do not renew.

So I will take a breath, and close my eyes,
And focus on the things that make me wise.
I will let go of distractions, and find my peace,
And in that stillness, my worries will cease.

(c) Ifedolapo

Is it the journey or destination,
That gives life its true elation?
Is it the path we choose to tread,
Or the end goal we seek instead?

The journey may be long and tough,
With twists and turns, and roads so rough.
But it’s the lessons we learn along the way,
That make the journey worth the stay.

Each step we take, each obstacle crossed,
Is a chance for growth, no matter the cost.
The journey is where we truly thrive,
With every moment, we come alive.

But then again, the destination calls,
A goal to strive for, no matter the falls.
A light that shines so bright and clear,A place where we can finally steer.

The destination, a symbol of hope,
A beacon of light that helps us cope.
It’s where we finally reach the peak,
And find the answers that we seek.

So is it the journey or destination,
That gives life its true elation?
The answer lies within our heart,
For both the journey and the destination are a work of art

(c) Ifedolapo

Clarity, oh how sweet the sound,
A calmness in the chaos found.
A crystal-clear vision of the way,
To guide us through each new day.

No longer lost in the foggy haze,
Clarity’s light shows us the way.
A path so clear, we cannot stray,
As we journey on, day by day.

The cluttered mind, now free and clear,
All doubts and fears, they disappear.
The noise and chaos, now so still,
As clarity’s voice speaks with thrill.

With every step, we move ahead,
Our path is clear, no longer dread.
For clarity is our trusted guide,
And with it, we will always abide.

So let us seek the clarity we need,
To guide us on this path we lead.
With every breath, with every sight,
We will find our way, in perfect light.

(c) Ifedolapo