Poems on Heels is a space where poetry is a voice for change, to address pressing issues by taking inspiration from every moment.
Through poetry I am able to share emotions and ideas that I cannot capture in other forms of writing. It allows me to explore difficult topics that will cause you to pause and reflect. Each poem on this blog is has either a hidden message or a clear one. Don’t be puzzled. Enjoy!
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
Maya Angelou
I dont know if it’s the fact that
you may never be the same
no matter how hard you try
Or that you will lose your pink
While making life, colorful
And you’re supposed to move on like that
Or the fact that you’ll need to accept yourself
All over again with hopes that they will
One day accept themselves as well
And you will finally see yourself in their eyes
And remember, maybe cry
Winniefred F. Gbemuotor
Mara took her blind friend’s mirror, she thought he wouldn’t mind if she borrowed it for her new place, after all what was he using a mirror for? The mirror was tall, with human size dimensions, just what she needed.
Later, she called him, jokingly telling him about breaking the mirror. That night, there was a knock on her door. It was her friend. Before opening the door, she asked him why he was back from his trip so soon and told him that if he was there for the mirror she wasn’t going to give it back.
When she opened the door, he was about to reply her but he paused. He shifted his gaze which was formerly towards the door directly to her face, almost as if he could see her. “Folake”, he said, tilting his head with a strange smile, “Folake, my best friend.”
– Winniefred F Gbemuotor
Of the ocean that compete with
Gems of the earth
Waiting to be discovered
Those very ones that actually see Fulfilled the promises of men
Crossing layers of the seas
Into the depths
Without thinking twice
– Winniefred F. Gbemuotor
In shadows cast by cynical light,
Resides a tale veiled from plain sight.
They dance upon a stage of fate,
A masquerade where masks conceal,
The tunnels of human caprice.
Accepted, they have, a scripted role,
A narrative that consumes the soul.
In the alchemy of compromise,
They’ve found solace, no need to fight back.
Yet, as they sip the bitter brew,
They find a sweetness, a truth they know.
For in acceptance, a strange power lies,
To find joy in scripted okays and goodbyes.
They’re those who’ve made peace with life’s bends.
For in their smiles, a riddle is spun,
Of a life lived, accepted, and still, somehow, won.
– Winniefred F. Gbemuotor
In the land of cocoa and gold,
Where tales of wealth and power unfold,
The economy, stands as a double-edged sword, not the one you know of,
This one is not biblical.
Here we sit a watch a show where jest and sorrow dance in accord.
Here ceremonial labourers sit in high towers
Built for them with the sweat and tears of our mothers and fathers.
With their antics, they wield their power.
Exchanging futures for loans
They say “Ghana beyond aid,” we cheer and clap,
But corruption lurks in every gap.
As they dance on the stage of deceit,
The economy groans beneath their feet.
Here the only things that soar high are prices
While the common man struggles to get by.
Jobs are scarce, opportunities few,
In this maze of despair, what can one do?
They say money hates noise
They’re right! Our money is being sat on by big fat liars who drain and sniff and give the rest to their children. How will money make noise?
I can’t even think far
Many of us suffer from eye issues, yes over 230,000 Ghanaians are blind and I think this number should be revised.
Let’s not even blame this on garri because be can’t afford it anymore.
Eyes are being shut everyday, and the future blurred by the hands that are supposed to rule.
Our story is being written and we can’t even do anything about it because education has been destroyed.
In this state, will our sorrows end?
oh sons and daughters of the coast,
Has the battle really ended?
Because I see my brothers fight for their lives everyday
Can this anomaly ever be mended?
As for me I won’t keep quiet because 3kom de me
I will speak my truth in face of the economy
– Winniefred F Gbemuotor
I dreamed too close to the sun,
And reality, a stern accountant,
Balanced me against a burning account.
For in the ledger of hopes, a stark divide,
I daily catch pennies, not shooting stars,
And I wish I were a cowboy but
In the cosmos of dreams,
Beggars ride neither horses nor luxury cars.
In this economy, i face the debt,
In the building of life, I take the stairs.
Steps of hope building my calves
Delay and rejection building my heart
Budget is not my gravity.
Winniefred F. Gbemuotor
Once upon a breath in a bottle
Living, longing, waiting.
A buried dream
Or rather, a dream maker
Waiting to be resuscitated
To help the next pretty fool
Make another pretty mistake
⁃ Winniefred F Gbemuotor
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