Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese

Rookie (1965 / Abor, Volta Region, Ghana)

Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese Poems

41. When Katrina Came To Town 9/5/2005
42. Love Poem 5/15/2006
43. These Tears 5/15/2006
44. Surprise 6/8/2006
45. No Contest 6/8/2006
46. Before They Died 6/11/2006
47. Secret Pain 6/11/2006
48. Dawn 6/11/2006
49. Lineage 6/20/2006
50. To You, Martin Luther King Jr. 6/24/2006
51. Ghost Of King Leopold 6/25/2006
52. Here Is The Key 7/13/2005
53. Broken Dreams (For Aka Logan) 7/14/2005
54. My Faith Looks Up To You 8/26/2005
55. Love Is All 7/14/2005
56. For Adzovi* 7/15/2005
57. Absence 6/29/2006
58. Assurance 7/1/2006
59. Here The Sea Meets The River 7/1/2006
60. That One Night 7/4/2006
61. Once I Wandered 7/4/2006
62. Still Together 7/8/2006
63. Its Not The Years 7/11/2006
64. My Lune 7/14/2006
65. The Grave 7/30/2006
66. Beware 7/30/2006
67. In Your Footprints 8/13/2006
68. Sad Memories 8/20/2006
69. One Gentle Night 8/20/2006
70. In Her Memory 8/22/2006
71. The Smile 8/22/2006
72. Old Shoes 8/22/2006
73. Leave Me Now 8/22/2006
74. Do You Know My Name 9/8/2006
75. Facing Truth 9/8/2006
76. Woezor-Welcome 9/13/2006
77. Letters To My Sisters 12/5/2006
78. Is That Me? 12/5/2006
79. Before The Drought 2/1/2007
80. More Letters From Home 4/7/2007

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

Little Daisy

grow my sweet daisy
plant your roots within these veins
flourishing more so than
the grass that tickles your stem
soak your petals in the warmth
of this heart and you’ll be
the gift of affection;

beyond this ivy covered day
is a warm and cozy fire
for love to snuggle together
for flames of love glow
like embers in a fire
let love begin to burn
with a long passionate kiss
for love has come home to stay

Read the full of Little Daisy

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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