November 20, 2014 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION




Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah




to Adwoa Asantewaa Nyamekye, with love


You sent me to the world

Through the mild darkness

Of masked cloud

In a rumored passion of rain

Drawn from heavenly gift.


It was a journey.

A weave of knowing myself.

By rolling stones,

Matching the rippling wave

Breeding sustenance

In dawning love

Burnt out of illusion

Into a wholly man.



I fear the next life

After death,

And for that, will live good even if we fall out of love.








(to my dear brother, Agyei Adjei Baah with Love)


Poetry is divine

whereas God is God

It is my all in all.


Poetry is a cult

whereas ‘sex’ is a goddess

It is an aura of worship

but could as well be a symbol of divide

when ‘uncondomized’ in a clotted scene

of inspirited politics and sin


Poetry is the library of the Greeks

whereas brains are the museum of mortal men

It is a treasured verse of time

that sinking sand cannot whisk


Poetry is an art of thought

a myriad of interpretation.












Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah was born in Ghana, in December 1984. Michael is an avid poet whose poems have been translated into other languages including Greek, Croatian and Polish. His work has been widely published in anthologies and several prominent international journals. Michael was awarded the Kostis Palamis prize for poetry as well as possessing an honorary diploma in poetry (Greece 2011). In 2012 Michael was awarded the prestigious National Youth Achievers Award (NYAA) in Ghana.


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