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...
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a cheerful smile
then that kindly voice attach.
There was a time when I no longer believed in best friends. I had been heartbroken by a primary school friend and had lost all hope. One day I met a girl who is my best friend now. She has...
in Prayer Poems
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the day ahead.
Peggy,
You take the time to appreciate the work of others, offer encouragement and leave insightful comments. It's quite obvious you are a kind, intelligent and tenderhearted person, and I...
I have seen what words can do,
As I deal with people everywhere;
The tongue is powerful, it's true!
Something to tame and use with care.
That was such a kind and honest evaluation. I can't take all the credit for this particular poem though. I owe it to my mum - the first person to point out Prov. 15:1 to me in the Bible, and...
There's a still small voice,
Always there to aid my choice.
Wisdom's whispers soft but strong,
Teaching me right from wrong...
A sleek and smart device,
Is taking everything out.
Little things and big things,
It's looking more like a rout.
Abimbola,
You wrote it for leisure, but it is thought- provoking, leading up to the great ending, "taking out the soul."
(The soul realm consists of the human mind, will, and...
Analysis of Form and Technique
Life may not let me choose my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my choice.
I really loved this poem. It is simple but lovely, the sort of thing you could hand to anyone having troubles with life. The choice is theirs to let things worry them and spoil their lives or...
Because I know who I am,
I'm at ease and free.
I can't be like others,
And they can't be me.
This poem speaks to me because I used to have a hard time accepting who I am. This is one of the deepest poems I've read yet. But now I've finally accepted who I am. Thanks for the inspiration.
First impressions can be strong
About those we see around.
Yet how often are they wrong?
That is the truth I've found.
What a wonderful piece of writing. I love it! I agree with it. In my early 20's I worked in a convenience store, and I had a game I played where I would judge whether the customer would be...