Best Ghana Poems
O' Mother Ghana
O' mother Ghana, how proud am i to be your grand son
My skin so black from the burn of the sun
For a woman to head a country shows your bravery
You won us our freedom from our colonial masters during the slavery
You are a brave African black beauty
Even at the age of sixty
Your red,yellow,green and black wrapper makes you look bold
How can you go hungry when you farm cocoa and mine gold
Despite your bravery,you are known world wide as a mother of peace
Whiles other parents are still struggling for peace
O' mother Ghana, embrace us with your warm loving heart
Your African cultures will forever dwell in our hearts
Gone were the days when those masters called you Gold Coast
Now you are an independent woman and with that you can boast
You first son the brave intellectual Dr. Kwame Nkrumah
And your handsome and beautiful grand children Kofi and Ama
You serve as with Banku with grinded pepper,Fufu with Groundnut soup and other delicious meals
We love you mother Ghana
May you live long O mother Ghana.
MOTHER GHANA
I was told about your retrospect, after that scene, I burst into tears. I learned they came to genuflect like angels and took away your possessions. They dehumanized your progeny like animals. They dragged them as if they wanted to tear. Your progeny toiled just for us to cheer. They (the visitors) hypocritically played the drum expecting your progeny to dance. Your progeny suffered for my emancipation especially when the visitors wanted their nod consolidated. Your bold progeny tried come hell or high water to get it emasculated, but the more they tried, the more it got devastated. They fed your progeny and told them to regurgitate. They forced them with the rod anytime they tried to hesitate. They (the visitors) searched the brave among your progeny and escorted them to the grave. Wherever the deceased are, I pray the creator keeps their souls. You suffered but the battle ended. We thank those who toiled their blood and passed through all holes. We live confidently because of their fight. I couldn't stand the sight when I watched pictographic scenes of the battle. We were discarded but have been found. Today is your day for you were freed this day. Although I am happy, I am sad and I hope you know why. You were freed long ago but as if we have reached an impasse, we can't go. Anytime I think about it, I have no option than to sigh. Your present progeny need to wake up and work relentlessly, for your name should climb higher than I can see. You deserve the world's priority for you suffered immensely. It is unequivocal that your womb is blessed. We see bloody things in your neighbor's houses but we live happily on your compound. Awake present progeny and make your mother proud. You have tried but looking at your mother's grief, it is very minimal............HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO ALL GHANIANS
On the coast of gold(Ghana) where ethnic cultures intertwines like glittering and colourful 'bonwire' kente
A vibrant tapestry of diversity divine.
Starting from the South where the powerful Ashanti real heritage
Tracing to the Fante coastal tales of the sea
Across the Nzema fishing net cast upon the tides
To the Ewe's rhythmic abadza
And the atumpan of the Ashanti's that echoes
And rejoices to the dance adowa beating the soil.
Oh Ghana's culture, beacon of our pride
A tool for democratic thrive
The history and festivals like aboakyir, Samba and Kundum
stirs our spirit as the gleaming star of the east forces the earth to revolve around it
Ghanaian culture beauty blooms as democracy prevails within us
For Warrior King's culture, a tool we wield to build a generation graced with autonomy indeed.
The Black Volta spreads walks majestically as autonomy and democracy spreads it's wings
The symphony of highlife and Sankofa the mythical bird of the acient trumpet proverbs of those days
For it is not just the taste of our abunuabunu or the gold that adorn our neck that makes us take our stance
But Remember diversity of our culture
Warrior King's in diversity
In defence shall we fight and perish to bring the eagle full of might
Our culture unite
Our culture our voice
Our culture transforms and clear every blurrish sight
Let us all come together and celebrate Ghanaian culture the Genesis and revelation of democracy.
Thank you
GHANA!!!
The blood sacrificed for our sake is being betrayed
The landlors can't benefit from their own rich resources
We starve on the green space whiles we await manna from the sky
The hope couched in the star is gradually losing its black pigment. ..
Wake up Mother Ghana!!!
Happy Independence Day Mother Ghana!!!
It is your birthday!!!
I know you expected some panegyric spiced with literary devices on this day
But sorry , though it might be uncouth, I had to hit you with the truth
I still love you regardless Mother!!!
Your history is as rich as your culture
You have an enviable home and people
You instill discipline and abhor evil
No wonder your compound is always peaceful
I love you Mother!!!!
"G" in the Ghana stands for Greatness
You will find the Comfort in the "H" which stands for Home
And Savour the spontaneity you will find in the "A" which stands For Adventure
Who can deny the serenity experienced in the "N" which stands for Nation
And the grand solace in the final "A" which stands for All.
These and many more can be experienced in the Nirvana Called Ghana
Where the People are Hospitable, and Lively
If you want to catch a warm welcome someday, make a trip to my West African Nirvana, where everything is beautiful and Welcoming.
Akwaaaba (Welcome), Always, to this Heaven you will never forget.
A Nirvana Called Ghana
By Asangalisah Akantere Isaiah
Our nation is very old
the land of cocoa and gold
Here is found peace
that never will cease
Great nation at birth foretold
by the oracle of old
Half a century passed
she's still at low class
Africa's hope she was meant to be
but now what do we see?
Nkrumah's Ghana
borrowing, begging for manna
Aaaah! The beggar-borrower's bread
is never sufficient, Granny said
I love the air, I cherish the freshness of my Ghana
I bask in the heat to sweat the liberty of Ghana
beauty in life and substance to form a distinct Ghana
Arts in fun’s colours, where should I be if not Ghana
I kiss the clouds that pour your rains my Ghana
and embrace the poles that permit your winds dear Ghana.
Small, gentle but mighty, that’s just my Ghana
your beauty grows but slowly, why oh why Ghana
don’t underrate your capable hands my sweet Ghana
in your team you still are a big brother gentle Ghana
unity lingers when I smell the cologne from Ghana
from the soils to the seas, God’s legs surely walk in Ghana.
A home of hope and peace is this lovely Ghana
Boadi, Amanianpong or Danquah my names in Ghana
Oh! Quaye, Akesseh and Frimpong still from Ghana
the mind finds rest with the beautiful bed sheets of Ghana
cornered by curtains of life only made by one in town Ghana
a home to my heart and one I’ll always find in this lovely Ghana.
Ghana vote tomorrow
Peace we need not sorrow
Comedy everywhere not horror
Our choice be reflected like a mirror
Who so ever wins we follow as our hero
Turn not our birthplace into queues and terror
For that is the only country we have to cope
Her abundance in peace we can live and hope
Let go not the peace that keeps us united like a rope
Else each and every one of us would be bound to drop
And that will be indeed a cavity in the bone marrow
A fight is a fight even with that of the pillow
In prayer congregation we are gathered for the polls to be peaceful
So that the future of the generations yet unborn would be successful
And the future of this great and wonderful nation would be colourful
We pray for peace and peace is that which we all crave for in sections
let there be peace before, during and after the elections
God bless our home land Ghana
“She lies in the western region of the black race territory apportioned back from generations,
Within the 11th century era,
Filled with typical black men with strong melanin,
Who lives semi-primitively to satisfy the necessities of their dreams and aspirations,
Under the rise and fall of the sun, soundly…
A land raising walkers from different routes permanently,
Deepening and sharpening the definitions of social culture at highest peak,
Profoundly marked upon the Gulf of Guinea,
Acclaiming the recognition of undeniable reputation,
Her heart dripped with blood in the course of human trading,
The historic period where hope and self-realizations seem to never return for formal grading,
The blood of her forefathers through the purpose of mightiness erected her back magnanimously,
She is clothed with discipline and self-actualizations,
Shaping the conspiracy arrayed in her senses to meet everyday determinations,
And it`s steadfastly concluded by the views of observing neighbors and willing spectators,
Possesses cherishable name highly distinguished,
Subbed with riches bridged over an expandable range,
And this proves the result of past event which left her offspring anguished,
They conformed to shame, just to get the inspiring tenets of their motherland among headlines on global page,
Which brought about the achievement of independence…
Based on the ideologies and firmness of the Kwame Nkrumahs and the rest,
If probably you`re not figuring anything out,
I mean “GOLD COAST”,
A unitary presidential constitutional democracy,
The present “GHANA”,
Meaning “Warrior King” in the Soninke language,
Home of peace always deserving honor,
Who always stand against a sign of savage,
Indeed, the land is full of courage”
“GOD BLESS OUR MOTHERLAND”
On the coast of gold(Ghana) where ethnic cultures intertwines like glittering and colourful 'bonwire' kente
A vibrant tapestry of diversity divine.
Starting from the South where the powerful Ashanti real heritage
Tracing to the Fante coastal tales of the sea
Across the Nzema fishing net cast upon the tides
To the Ewe's rhythmic abadza
And the atumpan of the Ashanti's that echoes
And rejoices to the dance adowa beating the soil.
Oh Ghana's culture, beacon of our pride
A tool for democratic thrive
The history and festivals like aboakyir, Samba and Kundum
stirs our spirit as the gleaming star of the east forces the earth to revolve around it
Ghanaian culture beauty blooms as democracy prevails within us
For Warrior King's culture, a tool we wield to build a generation graced with autonomy indeed.
The Black Volta spreads walks majestically as autonomy and democracy spreads it's wings
The symphony of highlife and Sankofa the mythical bird of the acient trumpet proverbs of those days
For it is not just the taste of our abunuabunu or the gold that adorn our neck that makes us take our stance
But Remember diversity of our culture
Warrior King's in diversity
In defence shall we fight and perish to bring the eagle full of might
Our culture unite
Our culture our voice
Our culture transforms and clear every blurrish sight
Let us all come together and celebrate Ghanaian culture the Genesis and revelation of democracy.
Thank you
Gained in 1957 our Independence.
Hailed by all as the Black Star, the gateway and leader to Africa's independence.
At the turn of this decade, are we truly independent?
Not yet politically, economically, and socially truly independent?
All the toil and blood of our fathers were they in vain?
God, You did indeed bless our homeland, intended her to be great and strong.
Humility truly has made us boldless and fearful
All we have is pseudo-peace: no good name worthy of upholding and defending.
No longer does honesty reign in this nation, untruth of all kinds is the order of the day.
All of our strengths and our hearts we serve Ghana not but our selfish interests.
God invigorate us to defend our heritage
Humility kindly substitute with hard work, entrench honesty and please as jara add punctuality.
And help us to resist our self-serving individualistic nature.
Nurture unto to us leaders with the state’s prosperity truly in their hearts.
And with all our will and might we shall follow them, playing our best part, forevermore.
Lovely banana for gorgeous Anna
It is imported, all the way from Ghana
It tastes nothing but so sweet
It is sold in every street
It makes an emblem like a bandana
Fruity limerick poetry contest
4th place
Judged: September 4, 2023
BETTER GHANA WITH
N.D.C
Better Ghana Agenda.
Victory colors hover
around
The National
Democratic Congress.
The muddled opponents
Still addled at his
position.
Better Ghana Agenda.
The green, greener
stature,
The white self help
nurture
And the red striving
nature
Unveiling the black
veiled
Better Ghana Agenda.
Let us vote for Pres.
Dramani
With his experts on the
fields
For their fierce burning
zeal.
Better Ghana with N.DC.
Unity, Stability and
Development.
16 Lines
3 Stanzas
Date Written: 14-
Dec-2012
Author; KESSIE JUSTICE
AMENYO
It is night time,
someone is returning from Independence.
Tomorrow marks the deadline for the submission of assignments
but Someone still doesn’t know how the formula ends,
so Someone resorts to copying from a friend.
It’s night time,
Somebody should have been in her room by now,
thinking of ways to solve question one.
But Somebody is returning from town;
the party had been boring – she couldn’t believe those clowns
only wasted her time.
It is night time;
it is two weeks to exam,
yet even God’s explanation for 1+1=1, I can’t understand.
My God! How many times was I in class?
One? Two? None!
I’m in my room, now, waiting and praying that Someone
has gotten the solutions after the hunt.
There are some exams Someone just can’t afford to trail;
Some exams Somebody can’t always bargain,
yet here I stand in the middle again,
not sure if I should bargain or trail.
Wish University exam is as comforting as the lecturer’s pay;
that way I could choose which friend to follow today.
Yet, here I am perusing into the dawn of a new day.
O child of Mother Africa
The tortoise is still on the road
Realities cannot hold, dreams dying
Hopes turn to ashes every day
Cry O Ghana, O Ghana
Rich and green Nation
Shame and poverty clothe the people
Electricity is being rationed like
The meal of a poor man
Cry O Ghana, O Ghana
Welcome to the land of myths
A place where nature used to abound
Now a place of decaying bones
A lovely nation, my Ghana
Cry O Ghana, O Ghana
Heaps of unreached goals
The youth die without their heritage
Homes and families leaking milk
The farm is an old cow
Cry O Ghana, O Ghana
But as the heat of the Sun rages
We continue to press towards the goal
O Runners, a marathon lies ahead
We must run until the end
Or we will never stop crying
With Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)
©?Poem Makers SL (26/04/24)