Nana Kwame Nketsiah

Nana Kwame Nketsiah Poems

1. Day And Night. 2/23/2012
2. In My Dream. 2/23/2012
3. Between Truth And Falsehood 2/26/2012
4. Though I Love 4/21/2012
5. Suicide In The Village 4/21/2012
6. On The Brook Of Right 4/21/2012
7. I Am Forbiden 4/21/2012
8. I Do Not Love You 4/22/2012
9. When I Climbed The Mountain Because Of Love 4/24/2012
10. The Young Lover Of A Thousand Lovers 4/24/2012
11. Broken Valentine 4/24/2012
12. Please Do Not Tell Me You Love Me 4/24/2012
13. When I Saw A Beautiful Lady 5/10/2012
14. Oh Cupid, Oh My Love 5/10/2012
15. I Dare Not Put Heaven In Rage 5/10/2012
16. An Ode To Her 5/10/2012
17. I Would Go Crazy If I Dont Stop 5/13/2012
18. My Mothers Day Gift 5/13/2012
19. The Heart Of A Woman I Know 9/8/2012
20. You Lied To Me 9/12/2012
21. A Song To My True Lover 9/15/2012
22. An Ode To My Love 9/26/2012
23. The Vision 12/4/2012
24. Hey 6/4/2014
25. Damm Am Black 6/4/2014
26. Fortunately Or Unfortunately 6/4/2014
27. You Know Them 6/4/2014
28. Her Sulky Cheek 6/4/2014
29. A Letter To My Heart 6/4/2014
30. A Letter To My Heart Pt 2 6/4/2014
31. A Letter To My Heart Pt 3 6/4/2014
32. Victim 6/4/2014
33. My First Kiss 5/10/2012
34. Damascus Is Far -new- 4/14/2018
35. By Night The Muses Told Me. 3/19/2012
36. The Jingles From My Childhood 5/10/2012
37. I Wish I Was A Heavenly Angel 5/10/2012
38. A Worthless Life 4/22/2012
39. My Tears Flow, But I Shove It Off 6/5/2012
40. Listen To Her Cries 12/23/2017

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Monday Morning

I love to sleep all day,
Or play all night.
But I must get all ready,
For Monday morning so tight.

I have to go to school,
On this very cold early morning.
Perhaps I wish was a fool,
Who would sleep till tomorrow?

But I am no fool,
On this very early morning.
Hence I must go to school,
So my friend will not be laughing

Waking up this day,
Drives all joy away.
The little ones play,
With gladness all day.

Monday morning it is,
For I have to wake up early
So I would not be caught,
Pouring cold water on my body ...

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Suicide In The Village

Ah the drum sound,
The owl takes to flight.
Far away from civilization,
The deadly cult sound.

Bring to me the laborers tool,
Brig to me the drunkard's bottle.
Let appease the wrath of the gods,
No abomination has been cause.

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