kemurl fofanah

kemurl fofanah Poems

1. The Man Of America 11/30/2010
2. You Must Go On 12/3/2010
3. Deceiption 12/19/2010
4. I Will Follow You 1/9/2011
5. The Young New Poet 1/30/2011
6. Varnity 1/30/2011
7. My Duty Promise 2/3/2011
8. Good Statues 2/3/2011
9. Human TendencıEs 10/10/2011
10. Stilled Hope 12/29/2011
11. Give Me Your Hand 12/29/2011
12. The Missings 12/29/2011
13. The Mission 12/30/2011
14. Human Nature 12/26/2011
15. Imagined 12/29/2011
16. The Place Of Good And Evil 12/30/2011
17. Obligational Game 12/30/2011
18. Play Back 1/2/2012
19. One Love 1/2/2012
20. His Dream Speech 1/2/2012
21. We Were Helpless 1/6/2012
22. I Was Born And Raised 1/6/2012
23. The Love Then 5/30/2012
24. The Call Of The Azan 6/1/2012
25. What Is Your Dream? 6/1/2012
26. The True Kemurl 6/1/2012
27. Hold On Me 9/4/2012
28. Burning Soul 9/7/2012
29. The Lost Pride 9/9/2012
30. My Religion 9/9/2012
31. My Loss 9/9/2012
32. Song Of The Voiceless 9/10/2012
33. Empty Can 9/11/2012
34. The Artists 9/11/2012
35. Look At Me 9/11/2012
36. African Woman 9/12/2012
37. Alone 9/12/2012
38. Your Name In The Sky 10/12/2012
39. Redeeming Mercy 10/24/2012
40. Don'T Tamper With Them 10/29/2012

Comments about kemurl fofanah

  • Amadu Kamara Amadu Kamara (9/15/2014 1:17:00 PM)

    I love this poem to infinity as it reminds of no place like home.

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Best Poem of kemurl fofanah

Africa Has A Soul

From the mouth of asmara
To the ears of praia
I see a soul
From the desert of tunis
To the flats earth of cape town
I see a soul clinging to the skin of africa

From the tombs of cairo
To the ports of abuja
I feel a soul
From the grains of rabat
To the giant isle of antanarivo
I feel a soul clutched to the skin of africa

From the stem of kilmanjaro
To the gentle rains of victoria falls
I hear a soul
From the shores of tripoli
To the jungles of congo
I hear a soul whaling in skin of africa

From the dusk of bamako
To ...

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The Young New Poet

I am that young new poet
Whom the world hadnt had a glimpse of yet
My works some do debunk
My effort many had try to sunk
But with him as my guide
I have never lean or slide
Instead i am just pervase in production
From birth to now, i think i had a collection
And yet i am still buried in this dust

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