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Olamidoke Olayiwola Poem
The sleeping bud,
It closed form,
Unknown to the world,
It's a weak stem,
As smooth as fur,
The innocence in its beauty is untold.
The soft sun of its delicate petals,
We behold.
The breeze that blows to tame,
The rain that washes,
And makes a new frame.
Time passed, the season changed,
To the bud which has now bloomed
The sun that shines in its favor,
To the rain that dances on its petals,
Swaying with the gentle breeze,
Bright, proud in their colors,
Different from any other,
It radiates outrageous.
Joy to the wanderers of the field,
For the sweet nectar it gives.
Give praise to the beauty of these flowers,
Behold its greatness,
And let its petals guide you on your journey,
For the flower is one never seen,
And one that will never be seen.
A bud no more, a flower before,
What is it now?
An unrecognizable figure,
Its petals now withstand,
Tortured by the harshness of the sun,
Bent by the wild winds,
Tortured for its difference,
Sucked dry by the wanderers,
Its beauty no more,
Nothing left to wonder.
Copyright © Olamidoke Olayiwola | Year Posted 2024
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Olamidoke Olayiwola Poem
Life can be classified as either hopeful or despairing. However, hope can sometimes be seen as an illusion that fills our minds with unrealistic dreams. It can serve as a cover-up for laziness and can make people delusional. People often wait and hope for things to go their way, but they do nothing to make it happen. This is similar to the mindset of dead people who have no worries. The difference between the alive and the dead is that they both harbor unrealistic thoughts and dreams in their heads. Relying solely on hope without taking action can lead to a life that is akin to death. We sometimes run away from hell, only to create our own version of it. The question is, can we really hope to be like the dead?
Despair, on the other hand, is a conditional word that one must have in one's life. It is a period where one thinks about life and longs for death. Despair can feel like a desert without water, where all roads lead nowhere. Some people's despair leads them to hell, while others find something beyond hell - hope. Hope is a word that people often depend on, but it may also lead to another version of hell. In the end, what is the difference between hope and despair? Hope can be like the dead, while despair is akin to death. Life is classified by death, which makes us all dead in some way.
Copyright © Olamidoke Olayiwola | Year Posted 2023
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Olamidoke Olayiwola Poem
I woke up to a dark and active night, with creatures still stirring. The trees swayed in the breeze, as if dancing, and the silence was enchanting. The night was still and alluring, with the sound of the breeze whistling against the window and the emptiness of the road. The sky was meek and empty, with shadows looming everywhere, marking their territory. But then, as I looked up, I saw the sky turn golden and the shadows disappeared. The morning breeze tamed the trees and the birds of the night retired, while the birds of the day rose with the light. The once enchanting trees became still and I could see cars already on the once-empty road. It was a new day.
Copyright © Olamidoke Olayiwola | Year Posted 2023
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Olamidoke Olayiwola Poem
This is what you want.
This is what you need.
You are a thinker.
An imaginationist,
You are who you are.
You know what you believe,
without thinking of anyone
This is what you believe in.
This is a testament to your commitment.
Copyright © Olamidoke Olayiwola | Year Posted 2024
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Olamidoke Olayiwola Poem
Was it this painful?
It is hard to remember when your mind is never still.
It's hard to focus on a thought when you think of many
Distracted by laughs and smiles
Have you forgotten the hurt inside?
Was it all part of the act?
Your smile, your laugh, and your joy
Were they all a cover-up for the real pain you feel inside?
Come to think of it, was it even gone, or did you just bury it too deep to feel
Do you wonder what will become of you when all is gone?
And you are back where you started.
Copyright © Olamidoke Olayiwola | Year Posted 2024
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Unknown is the word, "Love"
A passion that cannot be told
A thought that moves the mind
A feeling that makes one blind.
To be destined to love
To be drawn to someone
To live as if to prove
A testament to love
That cannot be undone.
A mystery to those that never felt it
A joy to those that welcome it
A struggle for those who fight for it
A victory to those that win it.
What a weird desire to be in love.
Copyright © Olamidoke Olayiwola | Year Posted 2024
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