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Best Poems Written by Owura Obeng

Below are the all-time best Owura Obeng poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Beauty

Beauty like the sweet grapes of a grapevine, like a goddess it rises to the call of mother nature, a creation in wonderful sight qualifying the eyes of men into light, a quality endowed by women, a quality lusted by men, a precious treasure like dazzling diamonds suppressing all pressures by men with just a glance, as unlimited and attractive as Aphrodite, daughter of Zeus. Sun wakes up to the brightness of the brightness of their morning  but beauty sparkles like beautiful shooting stars in space. The gift of beauty is not entrapped in a pandora's box or trapped Ike prisoners in a prison gate struggling for survival, but is lit like glowing fireflies like a city set on a hill not faded like a lantern hid under a bushel. A sensational sight in the eyes of men, a sensational attraction in the heart of men, a crave for sexual pleasure on a man at the glance of it, at least the power of mother nature is such a delight to see like a spectacle of a tourist site. It shines as the beautiful daylight of the rising sun like colorful petals of a flower, a quality that defines the light of a woman's life, at least it is nature's wonderful creation. Beauty is life, which like light shines at the end of a man's tunnel, so irrestible that it turns a man's heart into a speedometer, at that moment the courting of that beautiful damsel begins from unexplainable attractions to an unending desire hatching it's eggs to the light of love, that's the magical aura of beauty.

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Wasteland

Like the dead fossils of the once tyrannic dinosaurs laid bare into the diminishing soils of the earth, is what the aging world appears to seem like, the battle for survival pride and honour from the unforgiving climate changes in the vast savanna amongst living creatures to the vast cities, towns, villages etc of we humans striving hard to make ebds meet to survive and be more functional and efficient is such a difficult task to fulfill every passing day and night. How unfortunate can one be to succumb to the misfortunes of this cruel world whiles another's lucky charm becomes his ticket to a good gift to success from one sitting and soending the fortunes left by a family member without going through the mill to another working day and night through blood, sweat and toil in order to reap the benefits of fortunes he worked for, this is the sarcastic nature of the world. It's hilarious how money can purchase the authoritative powers of this world but in the end, that's the sad truth, maybe if the existence of the object of money was non-existent in this life, how interesting the world would look, just think about it. Cruelty and injustice are like two siblings of destruction that slitther like the snakes of Medusa, from time immemorial till now, people have experienced insurmountable pains of torture at the hands of wicked oppressors, discrimination, rape, harassment etc. all occuring in the cruel world with no form of justice to be granted to these innocent victims, talk about George Floyd, Brianna Taylor and others like the flipping pages of a novel.So the million dollar question is asked, "When will all these stop, from a student to a lecturer and the lecturer is like" Well if only I had all the answers to this question, " and breathes a sigh of calm and silence like the" quiet place" where a frequency of sound is a pool of trouble to the individual as he or she will be killed, at least the Oppenheimer tried to find all the solutions to the problems facing humanity scientifically and had some success. The idea of making the world a better place to live in is always a difficult task to undertake, at least the "Mad Max saga" gives a fair reality of how the world would look like with all these wars and conflicts happening around us, the ability to make an effort to make this world a dreamland to live in is something that needs recommendation, of course the world is not fair and it's unfortunate this world can sometimes be a wasteland where nothing grows.

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VIOLENCE

Like a swarm of bushfires, violences echoes like a viper slithering within the unknown,like a pack of wolves it lurks into the skies uncontrollable as a tsunami
with a burning flame of howls struck to the shackles of the earth li8ke a thunderstorm at least men as savage as they are as German sheperds consuming the vices of violence like an avalanche to wipe out the universe full of peace and calm like a cemetery plunging the entire race into the era of genocide,blooodshed to leave us with something to talk about on the way to the funeral of so many important souls with a wreath of tears,at least those two lovebirds who seemed useparable were right to  stay and die together in the historical tale of Pompeii when the city was being destroyed tg shreds,love ruled in the midst of violence even though they died side by side,arms in arms.At least the power of mother nature is incomprehensible,a wonder to behold with a beautiful world once perceived to bring the decorum of peace  now left to ruins b y human cannibals like vultures finishing up the remains of their prey,with nowhere to to run for safety  with the tensions of anxiety running down the spines of an individual in a metacronal rythm and being kept in the dark with no way of striving to be in the light of peace and harmony like a lantern hid under a trapped as slaves in the clutches of violence.

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Accidental love

I once had a beautiful life or so I thought, a beautiful, perfect lady or so I imagined, for me she was my world, for her it was my wealth or nothing, how contrasting  these two weighing scales were. I was a well established banker who had everything going on well for him, I guess heart was deceived by the love part, little did I know that my life will in a split second be destroyed to pieces, shattered like precious diamonds, it was the matters of the heart. My fiancee's objective to steal everything I had and run away was the shocking discovery that broke my heart to pieces as I stood at the door and overheard her conversation with her supposed lover who together had planned to be "Robin hoods" but in the wrong fashion, after the conversation, sge turned around and was shocked at my presence like a smooth criminal who had been caught, I saud those three words, I had never imagined to say "leave my house" and that was that, the door to finding love again was closed for me, I devoted everything to my work, I vowed never to enter a relationship again due this past experience that came my way. On a sunny Sunday afternoon, on my way from church, another bright new week was in store for me until an unfortunate incident happened, a lady in an attempt to cross the road collapsed all of a sudden and seemed to vomitting, epilepsy was the first thing that came to mind, with a heart full of panic and concern, I rushed to pick her up to a hospital. The doctor stablized her, she had a daughter, Angel was her name, she was 10 years of age,Emerald was the lady's name, Emerald had no fanily member around, I decide to take her and Angel to my house and employed a doctor to work on her treatment, I felt a special connection with her that drew me closer. Months grew by like seedlings and my love for consumed me and I confessed it to her, she also felt the same way. She was so humble, with all the kind attributes of a lady, I never cared about her condition preventing me from spending the rest of my life with her, Angel and I also firmed a special bond, which led to her calling me "daddy", those words meant the world to me. The tough times approached when her condition got worse, I prayed steadily for her to get better, I had faith that a miracle would happen and she would receive healing from the lord, then one day, I checked up on Emerald and lo and behold there she was, completely better, not experiencing any signs of epilepsy, Angel joined , and and a family we begun.

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The river

From the dark shadows of the past to the unfair justice of this cruel world lies every new day that passes by around the shores of the flowing river, like a gentle wind it flows traveling with all the armies of water like soldiers on the battlefield, long live the 300 spartans such a terrifying army they were, it's safe to say the river has found its mentor, blood, sweat, pain, injustice all washed down into this river every day. The river always has two sides like the head and tail of a coin sometimes a wind of shelter, escapism, survival, other times an avalanche of death, misfortune, curse, of course a battle for survival is never absent from a river, imagine a situation where a fortune of gold was discovered beneath the river by two friends, one's greed will always be highlighted like a glowing star, a fight is started like a fire of course one will survive and the other dead, at least the survival of the fittest theory was never wrong, like like the baptism of cleansing it is when bathed in and lije a fresh soul one becomes after leaving the river, such a sight it is to see God's amazing creation of this waterbody exhibiting it's special gifts. The bitter pill of life can be found in the saltiness of the river, they say not everything the heart desires that it gets, you always have to work hard to achieve set goals and targets in life, like the hard task of a crime investigation, but what could be the bane of the river? the storms, the hurricanes, always sends the movement of the river into a frenzy, but at what costs, just for it to be calm after the storms and flows freely at it's own price, that's the beauty of nature and that's how life can become, it will always entertain the good, the bad and the ugly, it's up to be calm in overcoming whatever it throws at us, after all no condition is permanent, that is the lessons we must learn from the river, that determination is always the key to success, like Jesus told his disciples to be calm amidst the storm when they were afraid, this is the story of the river.

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Guts over fear

From the trenches of the dark underground into the sewers of the slumworld, a place terrified with the pain of fear, gripped from their minds unto their souls, they are afraid of the outside world, afraid that death could be their bane at least there was a sorcerer to tell Merlin what Arthur's bane would look like, I lived among these people, the only survivor of my family who were captured and butchered like pieces of meat. For me, the attitude of fear was untraceable in my soul like pieces of heroine, vengeance was the objective I seeked for like the legend of the seeker I sought my own path, my own journey to the outside world to avenge my family but the spirit of assistance was crying out to me like the voices of the hummingbird echoing across the dark forest. In our world, almost everyonelacked the determination and courage to stand up for one another, fear had tortured them for so long, a leader was missing but now found like the prodigal son because I availed myself. I supplied to them the spirit of bravery and confidence, everyone would gather to lend me their listening ears and watch me, both old and young, for a long time we lived in fear, but the time to stand together like the walls of Jericho had arrived. The spirit of guts over fear was very essential at that moment, if only Julio Caesar was still alive, I would hsve learnt more from him, we were seen by the outside world as aliens but that narrative was about to change, the tides of the tsunami were about to turn like a compass, a new wave of strong blood run through our veins like a fountain, we were on a mission, like soldiers we marched like army worms into the outside world seeking redemption of our identity, at least the idea of the silo was wrong because there was life outside, it was a different atmosphere compared to the environment in our world. The citizens were afraid of us, we had worn masks due to our fear then, but no more they were off our faces like the unveiling of a secret, the people saw us for who we were, we scarred but that was the representation of our people, a war could have ensued, my vengeance would be successful, but I remembered what my late father told me, "Every human being, be it tribe, language, ethnicity are all one and so we united with the people, after all were all made from the same creator.

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MOTIVATION

From the daggers of pain  of the failures and miseries in life,the horrors of nightmares of constant defeats like a wounded spartan soldier surrounded by a wide Persian army in the battlefield with the thrill of despair like a gothic novel,the brink of falling,setting in like an avalanche leaving one to be buried in its shell like a turtle.The belief and enigma of rising from ones ruins like the Roman empire,like a clinical viper striking its prey finally after successive attempts,from the web of catastrophe to the lantern of cacophonic joy of finally reaching ones target,this is the spirit of motivation;a well nurtured,heated virtue which explodes like a bombshell when adopted into an individual,fighting evvery thunderstorm of obstacles in  its path like a snowflake rising up to every challenge.The spirit of resurrecting from the ashes of defeat like a raging phoenix,from the nemesis of thorns of failure into the limelight of motivation and success is the yardstick to be admired by nature,a solid human heart standing strong in the midst of terror and anxiety like the walls of Jericho fuelled by the adrenaline of a wildheart pushing hard to reach for the stars of ones goals in life.As spartan soldiers fighting to reach the top,neglecting any forms of pain felt and marching ahead to battle,the virus,anxiety and confusion is a disease to be vaccinated from ones life,the strength and drive to thrive forward in life like germinating seedlings is very vital to one's survival in nature forging ahead of the sands of time in an hourglass like the prince of Persia preparing for the upcoming battles of the future with sharpened swords ready for the battle is indeed a chunk of importance in moving forward not like the lost friends who are imprisoned in dark Alsatian suits with no targets of their own.The power of mother nature is such a treasure to behold inculcating the virtues of motivation and belief in one's life ,the desire and passion to achieve for what one wants to achieve like a wildflower surging in  the midst of the burning flame is the milestone to ascending the peddlestone of success like the long pilgrimage in landing the peak of Mount Everest after constant difficulty.The universe may be likened to a big ball of spherical mass but its birth of the virtue of motivation is the epicentre containing the pinnacle of success barred from the failures in nature,it glows into the darkness of sunset diffusing across the universe like a total eclipse.

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The definition of love

Love is said to be so many things a man can define, an unexplainable, heart-warming and deep sensation filled with the tentacles of nostalgia, a feeling so selfish to react to and unselfish to share with one's soulmate, Anthony and Cleopatra would be smiling from their graves at the sight of this beautiful piece of writing, maybe the wheel of time could bring them back, a romantic fuel that pumps the heart of man faster like the supersonic legs of a cheetah in the vast savanna or the reignition of a car engine fuel ready to hit the road, a wonderful spectacle sometimes perceived to be a crime, a rebellion of a sort maybe Romeo and Juliet would still be alive today unfortunately the hands of time has vanished with all that it had, though their love could never be but like bread and butter they were bonded for life and were permanent like glue never to be separated till their last breaths, meeting this beautiful lady across the ocean, looking eye to eye, it was made known and evident like a rushing wind that love at first sight  was in the cards with the odds of over 2.5,that's the power of love, a wonderful blessing from mother nature, the cure to a broken heart in despair, the drive and enegma to react to these unexplainable feelings ti that sweet girl standing across the ocean so far away in sight it seems but yet closer to you in your heart, she sings this beautiful melody that melts your heart with your love temperature increasing daily at the sound of her irrestible voice like a fever to love and to be loved is so sweet as the lovely grapevines containing sweet - scented juicy grapes, love can be complicated sometimes, as trust can be lost like the tale of two cities but when they merge with understanding  nothing can break them to pieces, indeed nature is the mother of all wonderful things God has created and love is a lucky charm, it shines in tge morning as the beautiful roses of the day and blossoms in the night as the beautiful shooting stars, love is sweet at least it has qualities to define it, Aristotle Onasis once said that love is a feeling composing of two bodies in motion.