Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese

Rookie (1965 / Abor, Volta Region, Ghana)

Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese Poems

1. If 7/4/2005
2. Whenever We Meet 7/4/2005
3. When Death Comes 3/27/2005
4. Living In Fear 6/23/2005
5. Thank You, Mr. Chairman 6/27/2005
6. Let Me Go With Him 6/27/2005
7. One Windy Night 6/29/2005
8. Tested And Through 6/29/2005
9. Kofi, Its True 8/26/2005
10. Can We Let It Go 4/28/2005
11. The Vow 8/16/2005
12. Talking To Myself 4/11/2006
13. Panic 4/11/2006
14. Pearls 3/27/2005
15. Unattainable 2/19/2005
16. There's A Reason 2/19/2005
17. Petals Of Pain 5/5/2005
18. The Spell 2/26/2005
19. Imagine 8/29/2005
20. Little Promise To Keep 4/27/2006
21. We Were 4/27/2006
22. Short In The Dark 4/27/2006
23. Mocking Bird 4/27/2006
24. Close To Nothing 4/27/2006
25. Elavanyo 5/10/2006
26. Goodbye 5/10/2006
27. Reflections 5/10/2006
28. Wondering 4/28/2005
29. Because 4/28/2005
30. Broken 6/1/2005
31. Flames Of Love 6/10/2005
32. Today Ii 6/29/2005
33. Uncertain Rays Of Light 6/24/2005
34. Does The Road Wind? 5/7/2005
35. Sena 5/7/2005
36. Today 5/7/2005
37. After You Were Gone 6/1/2005
38. Same As Here 6/1/2005
39. Alone 6/1/2005
40. Trapped 2/19/2005

Comments about Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese

  • Mae Catherine Godhigh (7/21/2011 7:48:00 AM)

    Nicley written...inspiring also. Keep up the good work!

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Best Poem of Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese

From A Grandma To A Grandson

be patient with life, despite its cruelty
often it seems careless to shed tears
for something you cherish but lost
but let it bring you hope
to laugh last is to laugh best
not all buds bloom as flowers
so take your heart that bleeds
you were not made eternally to weep

wish happiness for everyone
do not deny them their freewill
to love, to choose, and be where they want
under every word this still is true
be happy in all disappointments
in your life many sweet events remain
not in anguish, but in joy remember this
sacred things from Heaven ...

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If

if anyone should dream
of writing my life story
let it be known the dash
between the past and the present
are years that carry streams of tears
and basket full of camellion feaces
into which I stepped and cannot efface

they were days I loved but was not loved

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