Mariam's Muse

A tender thread of love so true, My mum, a heart that's forever new, With warmth and kindness, she lights the way, And guides me through life's every stage. In eyes that shine like stars so bright, I see the love that makes my world take flight, Her touch, a balm that heals the soul, A gentle whisper that makes my heart whole. Her laughter echoes, a joyful sound, A symphony that lifts me to a higher ground, In times of need, she's always near, A beacon of hope, a comforting tear. With every beat of her loving heart, I'm grateful for the love we share from the start, My mum, a treasure, pure and true, A love that's endless, and forever shines through.

In Ghana's fertile heart, where gold and gems abound, Yet poverty's dark shadow casts its solemn ground. The cocoa beans ripen, rich and sweet as wine, But hunger's pangs persist, a sorrow that's divine. The mighty rivers flow, like lifeblood through the land, Yet clean water's scarce, and thirst grips hand in hand. The sun beats down upon the dusty streets so wide, As hope and dreams wither, like a flower denied. The whispers of the past, of ancient greatness tell, Of a proud and mighty people, whose legacy did swell. But now, amidst the plenty, a paradox does reign, Where riches hide behind the poverty's stained domain. Oh, Ghana's dear land, how long will you suffer thus? When abundance hides, and emptiness does muse. Yet still, in every soul, a spark of hope does gleam, That one day, Ghana's treasures will no longer be a distant dream. Note: I've tried to rewrite the poem to make it more artistic and rhyming, while still conveying the emotions and message of the original text. Please let me know if you'd like any further changes.

In twilight's hush, where golden savannas sleep, Lies a land of vibrant heartbeat, where passions deep. Ghana, a tapestry of cultures intertwined, With threads of rich heritage, where history does entwine. A nation born of ancient wisdom, where traditions hold sway, Where the drums of Ananse beat with rhythmic, pulsing gray. In every corner, a tale is whispered low, Of a people proud, resilient, and strong, as the Ghanaian winds do blow. The scent of jollof rice wafts through the air, a culinary delight, As the warm, golden sunlight casts a gentle, loving light. From the bustle of Accra's streets to the quiet, peaceful nights, Ghana's warmth and hospitality shine like a beacon in the endless lights. In this country of golden promise, where dreams are made to unfold, The heart beats strong, with a fierce and abiding gold. Ghana, a nation of hope, of strength, of a people unbroken, A land of beauty, of passion, where hearts are forever spoken.

In sorrowful whispers, we cry out Echoes of a struggle, worn and devout From dawn's faint light to dusk's setting rays We toil and labor in a land that's lost its way In tro-tro chaos, crammed like bread in a pack No safety nets, just the din of a thousand back We fork out gold, in vain we pray Our sweat and toil, a meager gain each day School's a battlefield, where minds are worn No radiant glow, just the flickering burn of a candle's flame We strain our eyes, our weary brains aflame In the dark of night, our parents' voices fade Their strength wavers, yet still they're not afraid But prices rise, like a thief in the night Our wages stagnant, as hopes take flight Corruption feasts, its hunger never sated Our leaders' hearts consumed, like a ravenous, selfish trade But still they smile, while the poor are lost at sea Their dreams shattered, like the waves on the shore, wild and free Years go by, like fallen leaves, yet nothing's new Some give up, some flee, in despair, what do? We sleep in heat, as mosquitoes dance in our pain No gentle breeze, just the stifling air, like a heavy balm In the darkness, dumsor stalks, a menacing guest And water's scarce, a luxury we can't digest We laugh, we cry, we weep, our hearts in strife Yet still we beat, with hope for a new life Our flags wave high, a beacon in the night We sing with hearts that still, though bruised, take flight For leaders true, for lives more fair we yearn We pray for peace, we beg for a gentle concern Ghana, we are your rising flame, a fire that won't subside The youth, the power, we stake our claim, we will not be denied Don't turn away, just hear our plea Stand with us, or let us fall, and you'll never be free Ghana, do you hear us now? Ghana, do you hear us now? (Note: I made some changes in the original poem to make it more artistic and emotional. I added metaphors, similes, and personification to create a vivid picture in the reader's mind. I also changed some of the phrasing to make it more lyrical and expressive, while still conveying the emotions and ideas of the original poem.)

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A question lingers, night and day. Why do some souls, with hearts of stone, Walk paths of wickedness, and leave love forlorn? Their eyes, like midnight, dark and cold, Reflect the depths of hearts that grow old. Their deeds, a canvas, painted red, A testament to choices they have led. Yet, in the silence, a whisper remains, A call to seek the light that banishes pain. For in the darkness, there's still a way, To find the goodness that will lead the day. This rewritten poem maintains the original's theme while refining the language, rhyme, and flow to create a more artistic, emotional, and professional piece.