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Langston Hughes Famous Poems - WothQuotes

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11/28/2017
Here are poems written by James Mercer Langston Hughes, well-known as Langston Hughes, an American poet, novelist, playwright, columnist and social activist, who was also a leader of the Harlem Renaissance in New York City.

Born in February 1st, 1902, Langston Hughes was one of the few prominent black writers and a source of inspiration for others black writers in his era. He died in New York City, United States in May 22nd, 1967 at age 65.



Langston Hughes Poems




Banquet 

By Langston Hughes

Gather quickly
Out of darkness
All the songs you know
And throw them at the sun
Before they melt 
Like snow.




Still Here

By Langston Hughes

been scarred and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered. 
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,

Looks like between 'em they done
Tried to make me

Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'-
But I don't care! 
I'm still here!




April Rain Song 

By Langston Hughes

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby 
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk 
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.




The City

By Langston Hughes

In the morning the city
Spread its wings
Making a song
In stone that sings.

In the evening the city
Goes to bed
Hanging lights
Above its head.




Wake

By Langston Hughes

Tell all my mourners 
To mourn in red --
Cause there ain't no sense 
In my bein' dead.




Walkers With The Dawn

By Langston Hughes

Being walkers with the dawn and morning,
Walkers with the sun and morning,
We are not afraid of night,
Nor days of gloom,
Nor darkness--
Being walkers with the sun and morning.




Jazzonia 

By Langston Hughes

Oh, silver tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the soul!

In a Harlem cabaret
Six long-headed jazzers play.
A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
Lifts high a dress of silken gold.

Oh, singing tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the soul!

Were Eve's eyes
In the first garden
Just a bit too bold?
Was Cleopatra gorgeous 
In a gown of gold?

Oh, shining tree!
Oh, silver rivers of the soul!

In a whirling cabaret
Six long-headed jazzers play. 





Langston Hughes Poems




Desire 

By Langston Hughes

Desire to us
Was like a double death,
Swift dying 
Of our mingled breath,
Evaporation 
Of an unknown strange perfume
Between us quickly 
In a naked
Room 

(1947)




Life Is Fine

By Langston Hughes

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't, 
So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been so cold 
I might've sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator 
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been so high
I might've jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for love--
But for livin' I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry--
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!




Dream Deferred 

By Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dried up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?




Demand

By Langston Hughes

Listen!
Dear dream of utter aliveness-
Touching my body of utter death-
Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliveness,
The flaming source of your bright breath.
Tell me, O dream of utter aliveness-
Knowing so well the wind and the sun-
Where is this light
Your eyes see forever?
And what is the wind
You touch when you run?




Daybreak In Alabama 

By Langston Hughes

When I get to be a composer
I'm gonna write me some music about
Daybreak in Alabama
And I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in it
Rising out of the ground like a swamp mist
And falling out of the heaven like soft dew.
I'm gonna put some tall tall trees in it
And the scent of pine needles 
And the smell of red clay after rain
And long red necks
And poppy colored faces
And big brown arms
And the field daisy eyes
Of black and white black white black people
And I'm gonna put white hands
And black hands and brown and yellow hands
And red clay earth hands in it
Touching everybody with kind fingers
And touching each other natural as dew
In that dawn of music when I 
Get to be a composer 
And write about daybreak 
In Alabama.




Bad Morning

By Langston Hughes

Here I sit
With my shoes mismated.
Lawdy-mercy!
I's frustrated!




As I Grew Older

By Langston Hughes

It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun--
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky--
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow. 
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
into a thousand lights of sun, 
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!





Langston Hughes Poems




Ardella

By Langston Hughes

I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you 
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.




Acceptance 

By Langston Hughes

God in His infinite wisdom 
Did not make me very wise-
So when my action are stupid 
They hardly take God by surprise




Song

By Langston Hughes

I sat there singing her
Songs in the dark.

She said;
'I do not understand 
The words'

I said;
'There are 
No words'




Suicide's Note

By Langston Hughes

The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.




To Artina

By Langston Hughes

I will take your heart.
I will take your soul out of your body
As though I were God.
I will not be satisfied 
With the touch of your hand
Nor the sweet of your lips alone.
I will take your heart for mine.
I will take your soul.
I will be God when it comes to you.




Juke Box Love Song

By Langston Hughes

I could take the Harlem night 
and wrap around you,
Take the neon lights and make a crown,
Take the Lenox Avenue busses,
Taxis, subways,
And for your love song tone their rumble down.
Take Harlem's heartbeat, 
Make a drumbeat,
Put it on a record, let it whirl,
And while we listen to it play, 
Dance with you till day--
Dance with you, my sweet brown Harlem girl.




Justice

By Langston Hughes

That Justice is a blind goddess 
Is a thing to which we black are wise: 
Her bandage hides two festering sores 
That once perhaps were eyes.





Langston Hughes Poems




 Dreams

By Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly. 
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field 
Frozen with snow.




The Dream Keeper

By Langston Hughes

Brian me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your 
Heart melodies 
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers 
Of the world.




Lonesome Place

By Langston Hughes

I got to leave this town. 
It's a lonesome place.
Got to leave this town cause
It's a lonesome place. 
A po', po' boy can't 
Find a friendly face.

Goin' down to de river
Flowin' deep an' slow.
Goin' down to de river 
Deep an' slow-
Cause there ain't no worries
Where de waters go.

I'm weary, weary,
Weary, as I can be.
Weary, weary,
Weary as can be.
This life's so weary,
'S' bout to overcome me.




Love Song for Lucinda

By Langston Hughes

Love
Is a ripe plum
Growing on a purple tree.
Taste it once
And the spell of its enchantment 
Will never let you be.

Love 
Is a bright star
Glowing in far Southern skies.
Look too hard
And its burning flame 
Will always hurt your eyes.

Love
Is a high mountain
Stark in a wind sky.
If you
Would never lose your breath 
Do not climb too high.




Monotony 

By Langston Hughes

Today like yesterday
Tomorrow like today;
The drip, drip, drip,
Of monotony 
Is wearing my life away;
Today like yesterday,
Tomorrow like today. 




Enemy

By Langston Hughes

It would be nice 
In any case,
To someday meet you
Face to face
Walking down
The road to hell...
As I come up
Feeling swell.




Final Curve

By Langston Hughes

When you turn the corner
And you run into yourself
Then you know that you have turned
All the corners that are left.



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