Keith Eubulus

Keith Eubulus Poems

Survival has set me free
For life want I flee
In chase of comfort
For the betterment of my dreams
...

Beautiful lies across the street
The fragrance smell of garbage,
Displayed like warehouse goods
Ready for domestic consumption
...

Love is not a game for minors
Neither an adventure for mere experiment
But a plate prepared and reserved for two hearts.
Hearts caught in the tentacle web of sweet love
...

To your beautiful sucking nipples
Has been the strength of my infancy
Watching daily as my tongue draws
Life from your milk
...

In the quietness of my meditation, I sought
answers for these:
When will the ambulance sail the waters
The ship the air and
...

The pain of the night
Will break the dawn with the cry of a baby.
The long wait will be over
The labour sweat now a family victory.
...

The shameless face of cowardice
Parading their trade at the iniquitous hour of the nite
When the body so tired
And lays defenselessly in sleep.
...

Keith Eubulus Biography

Keith K. M. Ackah is a young Ghanaian poet and writer living in Nungua, a suburb of Accra in Ghana. He has a number of collection of poems. His poems centre on love, life, nature and religion. Keith is also a public speaker and an event organiser. After graduating from one of Ghana’s prestigious schools Adisadel College in Cape Coast, he proceeded to read Communication Studies at the Ghana Institute of Journalism in Accra. His work experience has ben centred around three areas; education, media works and local governance. Keith started blogging and writing poems in 2014 when he developed greater interest in the literary art rather than just teaching the subject.With his background in media, Keith also writes on socio-political and religious issues.)

The Best Poem Of Keith Eubulus

Life Struggle

Survival has set me free
For life want I flee
In chase of comfort
For the betterment of my dreams
But the very life teaches me a lesson
In the reality of the harsh condition
Afflicted by the hustle of the cooling sun
Defeated by my lack of numeracy
Confined to the dictates the streets throw at me
My sweat for this day
Only ends with unappetizing meal.

Keith Eubulus Comments

Brian Jani 29 April 2014

Nice poem, I like it.please check mine out

0 0 Reply

Keith Eubulus Popularity

Keith Eubulus Popularity

Close
Error Success