Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese

Rookie (1965 / Abor, Volta Region, Ghana)

Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese Poems

81. Tonight Is The Night 9/9/2007
82. Life’s Lilies 9/9/2007
83. Thank You 9/9/2007
84. Hell Is Nobody’s Home 9/9/2007
85. Mother's Anguish 9/9/2007
86. Let Me Be 9/9/2007
87. Lost 9/9/2007
88. Whispers In The Wind 2/3/2008
89. Happy Valentine Day 2/3/2008
90. It Has Been Three Days 5/28/2009
91. Lament 4/30/2005
92. We Share Your Tears (For Aka Logan) 7/14/2005
93. Voicemail 8/26/2005
94. Give Me My Mother, Not Gold! 5/10/2006
95. Far From Here 8/22/2006
96. The Nearest Smile Are These Tears 9/27/2006
97. A Plea 5/27/2007
98. Of Milk And Honey 4/11/2005
99. A Night Without You 2/19/2005
100. Roses Of Your Love 5/5/2005
101. When You Return 6/29/2005
102. Petals Of Pain 5/5/2005
103. A View From My Window 6/1/2005
104. Love Knots 9/16/2006
105. Dzogbese Akpe 9/9/2007
106. Garden Of Friendship 9/9/2007
107. Goodbye Love 4/11/2005
108. Ever Since 8/20/2006
109. Desire 6/8/2006
110. For J. 4/11/2005
111. Tell Me 7/7/2006
112. Be Gentle With Me 6/29/2006
113. After The Rain 3/27/2005
114. Warnings 2/19/2005
115. What Happend? 2/19/2005
116. Sankofa 8/29/2005
117. …..And Love Wept 5/28/2009
118. Remembering Grandma 8/14/2005
119. My Mother's Womb 7/4/2005
120. Be Kind 4/27/2006

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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