Isaac Asante Poetry

Slavery

 Previously I thought happiness was free,
But now my heart can't take what my eyes see,   
Trembling with fear and yearning for freedom,
 Kept in bondage to satisfy their boredom,

 The tears that fell from the eyes of the weakling,
Excessive suffering that feels like tickling,
Lowered deep down the dungeon,
 Total darkness with no air that no one can imagine,

 Heavy metallic chains of captivity,
Tightened to the human flesh with no pity,
Lack of strength and power to fight against slavery,
 The only story you write home is full of misery,

 Surely, one day every drop of tear will pay the price,
And the culture and happiness of Africa shall rise,
There will be no more tears and no more pain,
 And our sweat and tears will never be in vain.

 ISAAC ASANTE POETRY
 #SLAVERY

His last words

The last message I read,
Was the last thing he said,
Do not cry when am dead,

You will always be my very best,
Will always love you as I continue to rest,
I left you back to take care of our nest,

Even tho am gone, will always love you,
I wish I could go without you,
But death won't allow you.

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The dream

After the bloody war,
All sweethearts turned soar,
Even the bravest lions couldn't roar,
Suddenly, happiness was no more,

Houses became dusty,
Rooms felt empty,
Tears of joy became salty,
Innocent souls lost to brutality,

Clouds darken as a sign of grief,
The long story of a better future now brief,
Hope of a better tomorrow as we all believe,
I woke up and it was all a dream.

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ISAAC ASANTE POETRY

Regrets Of Love.

The love I heard is the sweetest,
The love I see people die for,
That same love is making me cry,
The love I saw couples enjoy,
The love that kept marriages strong,
That same love is killing me softly ,

All because of the pains i decided to disguise,
But exposed by the tears from my eyes,
The fire i turned to ice,
With my heart i paid the price,
I trusted him even though he had so many sides like a dice,
I played the fool more than twice,
Yet he was not wise enough to realise.

ISAAC ASANTE POETRY
#REGRETS_OF_LOVE
Written by: Isaac Asante
©2020
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FORGOTTEN

Situated at the deepest part of the forest,
Wooden structure with black metallic roof,
Painted with the finest white paint,
But stained with dust from the wind,
Just two windows and a door,
Golden knob that looks like a treasure,
Roof gutter slightly hanging away from the roof,
A torn doormat which laid a little away from the doorstep,
One window opened ajar and the other tightly locked,
A silver lamp hanging in front of the door with its oil dripping,
A silver door plate with 'FORGOTTEN' engraved on it,
Looks like it been there for over a decade.

ISAAC ASANTE POETRY
#FORGOTTEN
Written by: Isaac Asante
©2020
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STREETISM (Street Children)

We were once loved by a parent,
We once belonged to a family,
We once lived in a home full of love,
We had all the nicest things in life,
We had good meals and drunk clean water,
But remember life is full of ups & downs,
Its rather unfortunate we were attacked by the downs,
We never wished to be where we are now,
Its never our wish to loose our parents and become homeless,
We all have our reasons for been on the streets,
Some of us were abandoned,
Some of us left home because of excessive abuse,
Some of us are bread winners,
But as young as we are we only look up to God,
We tremble when the thunder strikes,
We cry when we see other kids happy,
We beg to eat and drink,
There are times we starve for days,
The dirty clothes you see on us are our favorite,
Don't see us as nuisance when we beg you for alms,
We also deserve your love and care,
We also have big dreams,
The street has become our new homes,
Where we sleep and wake to a challenging day,
When at all will all this sufferings end,
When you are happy please remember us ,
When you pray please remember us,
God bless you for making us smile.

ISAAC ASANTE POETRY
#STREETISM (Street Children)
Written by: Isaac Asante
©2020
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 Language: Twi
Ɔdɔ nnim ohia (Love Knows Not Poverty)

Ɛda a me hyia wo no,me bue m'akomamu kyerɛ wo,
Wo gye me to mu ɛna wo san gye me awawatuu,
Me ka m'asɛm ni me dɛm nyinaa kyerɛ wo,
Min ka hyɛn a ni boɔ yɛ den efisɛ minyɛ sikani,
Min nni aborɔsan efisɛ minyɛ sikani,
Mepa wo kyɛw, ɛni me ntena afe bɔɔ,
Sɛ me nya sika a me ni wo bɛdi,
Ka kyerɛ w'awofoɔ sɛ wɔn nya nto bo aseɛ,
Onyame wɔ hɔ yi deɛ biribiara bɛyɛ yie,
Mɛntie wɔn a wɔn pɛsɛ wɔn bu wabem,
Nia me pɛ a ni wo dɔ ni wo gyidie,
Nia me hia ni wo nteaseɛ ni wo dadwene,
Me hyɛ wo bɔ sɛ me ni wo bɛ tina afebɔɔ,
Me dɔ wo me hemmaa.

ISAAC ASANTE POETRY
Written by: Isaac Asante
©2020
Language: Twi
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Unfortunate Orphan

No place, no where to call home,
Ever since I was little till now that I'm grown,
Always inhaling the scent of sorrow,

A lovely child of a widow,
The gift of pain and identity of a shadow,
Praying for a better tomorrow,

Accused and blamed for what I do not know,
Lacking the motherly protection from the claws of the Crow,
Everything I do turns out to be a blow,

Unfortunate to be born without a silver spoon in my mouth,
I lived each day as it comes with no plans,
Mama please guide me to take the right path,

Out there fighting for a greener pasture,
Living a sacred life according to the scripture,
I believe the best awaits me in the future.

ISAAC ASANTE POETRY
#Unfortunate_Orphan
Written by: Isaac Asante
©28/4/2020
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