Rain: Francis Ocran

I woke on a swirling black clouds
To wind ,to rain, to none
The hook and its bait on the withered plain
Waiting for a prey to swallow and be chocked
Cutlass should till fields not friends
Missiles should luanch balloons not homes
Diversity be a teacher and we his learners
Not to disjunct us as heaven and earth
We adore diverse creators
For our multicolor and multicultural
Meanwhile diversity is a rainbow
That can wake the unconscious folks
And make rain satisfy the withered plain
For our bait to catch a shoal not us

Butterfly: Francispoems

Butterfly butterfly fly
Flap and slap wings high
Unleash your stream of  colours
Weaving an embodied emblem
Gush out that beautiful charm
Spell the buds
Bloom the rose
Open her doors
Drought her nectars
With that seductive sip

Beautiful Real : Francisocran poems

Roses embed love

Brewed in proudly scented buds

Breeding a lot of 'forget me nots'

In every know shapes

Clothed in many colors,

Dwell my bosom upon

Let’s cling those soft palms

And that starving lips

Let’s dream forever

We are great together.

LOVE IN THE WOODS by Francisthepoet

Alone in the woods
Far from the hoods
Where the spider spins love
Where butterflies are fairies
Where stream babbles love
Where bud blooms love
Where roses spread affection
Affection so infectious
Like a mole
Spreading around my heart
It strangled me to deaf
That I could not hear
The trees whisper
The bird evying our moment
The dried leaves rattle under our feet with discomfort.



Alone in the woods
Her pulse is audible
In her eyes are words
Words that can binds us forever
Forever in our loom
Loom to brew our love
We are alone
Perfectly same as clone
We can never be disturbed by Argonne.
Entangled in our serene allophone
Together as chaperone
Love in the woods
Far from the hoods

LOVE HAS GOT A FLESH by Francis Ocran

Love has got a flesh
My voyage to find love
Ended my vague argument and doubt
Abstract love is a myth
Mastery of heart is her
My heart saw her



Love has got a flesh
She is a child
Beautiful as roses
Sweet fragrance
French perfume
Spreading all over
Broad lips like water lilly
Red as lipstick and not an option
She kept me in her affection
Her delectable convex lid is a passion
Affection is her mansion
So I can't escape from her portion.

ABYSS OF DECEPTION BY FRANCIS OCRAN

Sweet lips, I honored your words.You grabbed me closely and I could breathe your perfume.Your were all over me, groaning for my love.Fragile in your arms, I could not keep straight. I could not glare in your eyes.

Fragrance Season poem written by Francis Ocran

In the western it's winter now

In the southern it's dry hammattan

Nice fragrance erupts and fill the air bringing good news from above and putting hope in the heart of men.

Asantewaa poem by Francis Ocran

Originally indeginous,

Made Of Black Beauty
Woman Of Substance