Adeayo poetry

Here Are 14 Unique Words You Can Use To Replace "You are Welcome".  1. Everything is fine. 2. Oh, anytime.  3. I am happy to serve you.  4. Of course.  5. Pleasure to help you. 6. Glad to help.  7. Doesn't matter.  8. Don't mention it.  9. It's not a problem.  10. You have it.  11. It's nothing.  12. It's my pleasure.  13. Never mention.  14. Anytime.

“Every artist was first an amateur” – Ralph Waldo Emerson 🎨 by Nusenu Prince “Creativity takes courage” – Henri Matisse 🎨 by Bob-Nosa Uwagboe - Inspired by the END-SARS movement. “Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.” – Pablo Picasso 🎨Hysteria by John Ogbote “Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.” – Thomas Merton 🎨 by Babajide Olatunji “You don’t take a photograph, you make it” – Ansel Adams 🎨Obafemi Awolowo by Marnabas Macaulay “A picture is a poem without words” – Horace 🎨A Sense Of Identity by Innocent Chikezie 🎨 The Longing by Sydney Osioh “We don’t make mistakes, just happy little accidents.” – Bob Ross 🎨Ibile by Fagunrosi Segundo 🎨Some works of Freddie Cabral 🎨By Ben Ibede This scene is so relatable 😊 🎨 by Lateef Olajumoke 🎨Sculpture by Kehinde Wiley 🎨 Awelewa by Eyitayo Alagbe “Creativity is contagious, pass it on” – Albert Einstein 🎨 the baby and his mother by Koku Jones Word Carvings by...

“Every artist was first an amateur” – Ralph Waldo Emerson “Creativity takes courage” – Henri Matisse “Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.” – Pablo Picasso “You don’t take a photograph, you make it” – Ansel Adams “Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.” – Thomas Merton “We don’t make mistakes, just happy little accidents.” – Bob Ross “A picture is a poem without words” – Horace “The principles of true art is not to portray, but to evoke” – Jerzy Kosinski “Painting is easy when you don’t know how, but very difficult when you do” – Edgar Degas “Creativity is contagious, pass it on” – Albert Einstein 🎨 by Nusenu Prince 🎨 by Bob-Nosa Uwagboe - Inspired by the END-SARS movement. 🎨Hysteria by John Ogbote 🎨 by Babajide Olatunji 🎨Obafemi Awolowo by Marnabas Macaulay 🎨A Sense Of Identity by Innocent Chikezie 🎨 The Longing by Sydney Osioh 🎨Ibile by Fagunrosi Segundo 🎨Some works of Freddie Cabral 🎨By Ben Ibede T...

The call of the rain The much awaited tropical rain Pitter patter in large rain drops A final squeeze from the dry tear duct Welcomed to cleanse the land Let all that whither stand In concert with the windy rain A welcome relief from the self-inflicted pain Of dust clouds and coughs And catarrh streaming down the cuff Welcome the call of the rain Now quiet, like its in vain Or I hear the sound amiss Is it so wrong to miss The cold and goodly rain That can wash away africa's pain? ©AdeayoPoetry

courtesy of vectorstock Eternal love, undying hate Both are sweet and sour You choose which to taste Love to one might be dour Or perhaps a twist of fate. Hello hate so sweet Or love groaning in pain Unsatiated heat Burning out the shame I feel a rumbling defeat Imminent! It finally falls All forms of love replaced By the sweetest of all Hate and anger highly placed On the pedestal in the hall I loath myself so strong For the love I feel For one so wrong I know not what to feel When love was still young I fail to repent on time And bid it ride along Love and loath combine As I tread this path along Yet I knew you won't be mine But I trod on with you I hate my weakness, emotion That made me such a fool Sticking still to the motions Even after knowing what's true That we are not meant To meet at all in the end Nor till beautiful death Makes us parallel Even if we tried our very best It was fun while it lasted Least its a story well said I'll still be sober like I've faste...

I found out something Like I always do, That "I don't mind" thing That almost always is true. I find I can't control my thought, Or maybe just found it difficult To tear myself away from a thought My brain has attached to like a fault, To share, dissect and solve. To a new sudden flow That wants to intrude on the curve, To be worked on as first in tow. I think my brain gets confused On which to pick first, When thousands clamor for it to choose. And almost always thirst To be first to go under the grinding blocks. My brain literally goes over drive To produce a hale of works, sharp as swords, Smarting my skull, like an attack from a hive. My speech stutters and falls Like I've run out of what to say. On the contrary, I have lots But they come in heavy torrents a million way. Hence, I tend to stammer or go mute When a simple question is asked of me. Like an amnesiac, or growing a sore tooth I weary to talk as its too slow to free, My mind of its heavy, roiling bur...

I have something you don't An abiding hope, maybe its me But I see people loose their wont On things they hope to see In themselves and don't But no, that's not for me I have this hunger That is never quite sated Its my lifeblood, my heart's fire It sustains and leaves me breathless To continue on, even through pyre Till I've become what I was fated I can't stop for breath My loved ones can't wait I shall drop the burden when I'm set At the peak without shame To draw all of them To the peak I've attained But for now I trudge Along the road Though stones and thorns May stay on my way as I go I shall crush those I can or dodge Those I can't, till I achieve my goal ©AdeayoPoetry