She's Our Hero
in Mother Poems
She does her battles quietly,
For her kids, on her knees.
Spending many sleepless nights,
So our lives can be with ease.
in Mother Poems
She does her battles quietly,
For her kids, on her knees.
Spending many sleepless nights,
So our lives can be with ease.
Abimbola T. Alabi, you are a wonderful poet. I have read your poetry, love the "work" poem, as well. I can tell you write from the heart and through experiences, which makes for the best...
I thought I knew colors.
Aren't they red, green and blue?
I know white, black and grey,
Purple, pink and yellow too.
I really enjoyed this poem because it rings so true. I don't know how people can tell the slight differences between colors. It's like a language I can't really understand or relate to.
Striving daily for progress,
Learning a paradox too --
That it's not always forward movement;
Sometimes, the reverse will do.
I've only just found this poem of yours - I like it very much. I must look out for more of your work. Very best wishes, Ann.
It's sometimes easy to think
We have nothing to give;
Yet we often have more to offer
Than we tend to believe.
If only
We'd have helping hands that lead,
Open arms accepting those in need,
Not fingers pointing out misdeeds.
in Life Lesson Poems
You're not so important
That you can't be replaced.
If you leave today,
Someone will fill your space;
When your mind is set
On a splendid thing you want to do,
There are some who will shrug,
Like you don't have a clue.
Get annoyed with someone
And explode in fury
But later after calming down
You'd look back
It's not so easy....
Anyone can spot others' flaws.
It's easy, like a blink of the eyes.
in Hope Poems
Life can seem an endless maze,
The twists and turns, lulls and delays,
But things always fall into place...
In good time.