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Serwaah Debrah Poems
And at once I was `in happiness’, I heard music; the notes flowed through me, consuming me with peace,
Cry I Will Not
Cry I will not For my bruised heart, rejected and banished Cry I will not
Happiness And Success
Looking ahead I see happiness and success. Both related and having a ball. Hardship and toil the prerequisites to achieve both, starting from preschool we prepare
A Letter To MySelf
Every day is an experience on its own. Face each day with an open mind and indulge in every experience. The ups and downs remove monotony. Think of life as your own movie where you are the star. Things will not always be as you want or plan for. What is your biggest fear? That you will fail? If the worst case scenario occurs you will deal with it. You have that strength in you. Do not be preoccupied with what people think about your situation. Everyone has their own demons.
Under The Sun
Under the sun she stands a young girl of nine cloths tattered and worn hair tangled and overgrown
The moment I am in
What an artist God is, hear how music rings sweet in the ear and reaches the soul’s core…making bad spirits flee. All colors imaginable in sky, land, animal, water, plant What a beautiful thing life is
Frustrated I write this, to whom I am not sure, Maybe to the one reading this, or to myself Life is throwing me into a state of total confusion I will not call it despair, for it is not without solution
He is My existence knows him I have been waiting to have his entire being entwined with mine I feel him.
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And at once I was `in happiness’,
I heard music; the notes flowed through me, consuming me with peace,
Every negative element was flushed out.
I hold on to it for a while, cherishing this faint moment of contentment,
I want to remember it as it is
During dark hours I will know that it exists, the warmth after the storm
One cannot be `in happiness’ all the time, but knowing it exists as love does, gives me hope.
When `in happiness’, I do not care about what I have to do, what I am supposed to be and where I am to go.
It is a state of ...