Langston Hughes (1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967 / Missouri)

Bravo, brilliant powerful poem, wherein each line of a few words gives more feeling then a hundred other wordy lines might have.

Mournful & touching! Langston is a poet of poets. His feeling is shed out to the core. Natural and neat indeed. Thumb up, hughes!

very nice poem i remember all the lines:
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! see: p

very nice peom. i love it! wadup everyone!

Don't give in to the shadow
The shadow that takes dreams
That shadow can't take my dreams
As long as the dreams stay in my mind
My mind, my dreams

wow its a great poem, aint it? i was gripped by it. xxxx

Langston Hughes is a genius. For me, this poem represents the struggle that African Americans use to have to achieve their dreams, and how, for many African Americans, dreams died.

i was really feeling these words.. the potential u have when ur young, so many options, so many dreams, as u grow up the darkness of the world creeps in and that endless possiblity u imagined for ur life becomes so limited and claustrophobic, like feeling a heavey wall is keeping you away from what ur heart and sould r yearning for you to become.. the wall is like those boundries set by society, by resposiblities, and culture that limit u from being who u truly r inside

Great depths, so real.

beautiful poem.................