Cool It Down
in Life Lesson Poems
You're not so important
That you can't be replaced.
If you leave today,
Someone will fill your space;
in Life Lesson Poems
You're not so important
That you can't be replaced.
If you leave today,
Someone will fill your space;
Wonderful poem.
I liked the repetition of "Cool it down" as the final line for each of the 5 Stanzas.
Nice work.
We can all live and just be
Who we are meant to be in life.
Allowing love to set us free,
Rather than giving into strife.
in God Poems
I am a work of art
In the Almighty's hands.
The intent of His heart,
He totally understands.
That is a great little poem.
He is the Potter and we are the clay.
We never know if we're right
If we're not willing to be wrong.
We never know how far we'd go
If we never fight hard and long.
A wonderful poem and so true...
If we live in wait and hesitate, who knows what a future we would make. Life can change in an instant. Nothing is for sure. We should if we could take any...
in Work Poems
Strive at work while you can.
God knows it's why you are a man,
But don't wait till the funds abound
Before you get to slow it down.
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...
The good deeds that I do
Are not what can save my soul.
That's not why I do them,
It should never be the goal.
You pass off as no big deal
Lots of splendid, gracious acts.
Friends like you are rare indeed;
That is just a simple fact.
I'll just like to add that I wasn't so sure about sharing this with the person who was its main inspiration - a colleague at work; wondering if he'd find it corny. But considering how well he...
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.
in Prayer Poems
Hold my hand, dear Lord,
As I daily follow you.
This journey before me,
You alone can see me through.