Tag: Ghanaian poets
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Because love, this morsel, is just not enough
Actually, this was inspired by the #kpodolachallenge. But (of course!) since I didn’t get around to submitting it, I figured maybe I should post it on here. Because love, this morsel, is just not enough There’s no such thing as a ‘sort of relationship’ There’s no ‘kind of, maybe, let’s be together’ There’s no doubt, ‘baby,…
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Desires. Heartbreak. Healing.
Find it. Find your wings And darling fly. Fly from this place That brings you no joy.
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Home will be beautiful
Someday we will leave this pain behind, and all the suffering that has been etched on our skin will fade away. We will tear into new bodies created out of our will to live. Home will be beautiful and I promise, we will get there.
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Silver and Word
When lovers meet It is like lightning and thunder Silver and Word They strike through each other They belong They fit into the skies They make light and sound They scatter the heavens and plunge the earth into great fear Sometimes they awaken rain.
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Acacia
So you remember me, my pure Acacia. So you remember my innocent love; my earliest charms? Acacia. I’m glad you haven’t forgotten. My Acacia.
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The pains of waiting
To think she had gotten used to this; his never coming home and when he did, he was gone Like darkness that meets light No. Like a shadow that meets night There ought to be something that one can do to make the pains of waiting easier There ought to be something to ease this…
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The lonely
It is cold outside but inside is even colder the air is lonely and the winds quieter The earth doesn’t sing and the shadows stopped moving
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Immortality
They say death is tragic But to those of us who have died a million periods run-over by our own desires to belong and consumed by a great loss of what we perceived as bliss death remoulds life so much so that even if we do not see the sunrise even if we do not…
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Just a salient frame
Shall I plough through your mind and dig up your last words or shall I tell you again that I waited —that I waited dear Saturday Shall I remind you the sun is soon upon us and yet, this cold blade is still plunged deep in my sorrowing heart Shall I still behold this thought till…
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A place of happiness
Would you again my covert darling, take me back to the place where you first hugged the giggle out of me and would you allow that I, once again hold you like the skies hold the sun?