Langston Hughes

(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967 / Missouri)

Langston Hughes Poems

81. Sylvester’s Dying Bed 3/27/2010
82. Thanksgiving Time 5/8/2015
83. The Ballad Of The Landlord 3/29/2010
84. The Blues 1/13/2003
85. The Dream Keeper 1/3/2003
86. The Negro Mother 1/3/2003
87. The Negro Speaks Of Rivers 1/13/2003
88. The Weary Blues 1/3/2003
89. Theme For English B 1/3/2003
90. To Artina 9/12/2003
91. To Certain 3/27/2010
92. Trumpet Player 3/27/2010
93. Wake 1/3/2003
94. Walkers With The Dawn 1/3/2003
95. Warning 5/11/2015
96. Wealth 3/27/2010
97. When Sue Wears Red 3/27/2010
98. Will V-Day Be Me-Day Too? 1/20/2003
99. Wisdom And War 3/27/2010
Best Poem of 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.

Read the full of Dreams

Thanksgiving Time

When the night winds whistle through the trees and blow the crisp brown leaves a-crackling down,
When the autumn moon is big and yellow-orange and round,
When old Jack Frost is sparkling on the ground,
It's Thanksgiving Time!

When the pantry jars are full of mince-meat and the shelves are laden with sweet spices for a cake,
When the butcher man sends up a turkey nice and fat to bake,
When the stores are crammed with everything ingenious cooks can make,
It's Thanksgiving Time!

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