Edward Kofi Louis

Gold Star - 171,707 Points (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Edward Kofi Louis Poems

16481. With You 4/21/2015
16482. With You 2 1/27/2016
16483. With You And Me -new- 8/12/2016
16484. With Your Cylinder 12/11/2012
16485. With Your Kindness 7/17/2016
16486. With Your Knife 1/7/2016
16487. With Your Love 11/4/2010
16488. With Your Love 2 5/14/2016
16489. With Your Love 3 8/2/2016
16490. With Your Love Affairs 10/1/2013
16491. With Your Own Mind And Body 6/4/2013
16492. With Your Present Age 10/27/2015
16493. With Your Sweet Love 1/21/2016
16494. With Your Vocation 10/31/2014
16495. With Your Will 7/17/2016
16496. With Your Works 2/14/2016
16497. Withdrawal 9/7/2011
16498. Withdrawal Ii 9/11/2011
16499. Wither 10/18/2012
16500. Withers 4/13/2010
16501. Within 12/28/2015
16502. Within It 9/29/2015
16503. Within Its Powers 6/24/2015
16504. Within The Family 2/6/2012
16505. Within The Inner Court 12/31/2015
16506. Within The Next 7 Days! 10/18/2012
16507. Without A Homeland 3/9/2011
16508. Without A Mess 7/22/2016
16509. Without A Rank 1/30/2009
16510. Without An Arrow 11/11/2008
16511. Without Any Info 4/8/2010
16512. Without Any Obligation 12/2/2010
16513. Without Any Status 5/3/2012
16514. Without Concern 12/5/2014
16515. Without Hating Anyone 2/13/2016
16516. Without Peace 3/26/2010
16517. Without Permission 2/10/2011
16518. Without Salt 2/20/2013
16519. Without Salt Ii 2/19/2015
16520. Without Security 11/14/2012
Best Poem of Edward Kofi Louis

50 Cent

'I will kill you like a snake',
'I will roast you like a chicken',
'I will fry you like a plantain',
So roll, roll, roll your boat when,
You have a killer gun in your pocket.

I was born in the ghetto with,
The status of poverty without a fish in my hand;
I was taught in the ghettto with,
Much tears than hope;
I was brought up in the ghetto without the Statue of Liberty to salute!
So roll your boat with the gun in your pocket;
But, who is there to cover up your actions?

I was taught in a mud-house without slippers on my feet!
And, ...

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Mahiti

Mahiti, mail, it, Mali, Ali, hit, hat, mat;
Bars in place,
To set the doors!
Like the spring of the sea and,
The recesses of the deep.
Mali, Ali!
With the channel for the torrents of Rain!
Love from your heart;
But when the Waters harden like stone,
The surface of the deep frozens.

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