Langston Hughes

(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967 / Missouri)

Dreams - Poem by Langston Hughes

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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
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Comments about Dreams by Langston Hughes

  • Rookie Boutheina Amri (4/14/2008 4:59:00 PM)

    Simple things are always the most pleasant.I read this poem many times and I think it is written beautifully because we seldom come across a poem that marries simplicity in form with depth in meaning. It is the kind of poems that speak to the minds and tingle the hearts with a mild tone of sorrow. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 22 Points Gregory Collins (3/1/2008 4:29:00 AM)

    i would just like to be his typewriter for a few years, no harm if some of it is lost (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Coll B. Lue (2/27/2008 5:35:00 PM)

    A short poem yet the effects created with a tinge of the 'life experience' reflections makes this a powerfully emotive poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jo Matibag (2/21/2008 1:47:00 AM)

    i really like this! more power! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 39 Points Malini Kadir (2/20/2008 11:58:00 PM)

    how true.....indeed...perhaps that is what keeps all life going...... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Nomi Mas (2/8/2008 1:21:00 AM)

    indeed (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Rob Snively (2/5/2008 10:31:00 AM)

    the realisim in this poem is phenomenal (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Katherine Wiley (1/22/2008 3:14:00 AM)

    I really liked this poem, and also believe what he says about dreams. I think dreams are the most important thing in poetry writing. Kate (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mimi Kbd (1/2/2008 1:21:00 PM)

    true expression.very true. cute n lovely (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ben Clark (9/30/2007 6:48:00 PM)

    This poem really speaks to me so strongly. There are so many times in my life that i want to give up on my dreams, or think to myself that im never going to reach them. This poem gives me strength to never surrender and lie down, but to always strive to be the best and never stop dreaming, no matter what others might think. We must cherrish each day as if it were our last, and to hold on to our dreams for ever. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kaite Russell (9/26/2007 10:07:00 PM)

    i really like this poem. it makes me want to keep dreaming and never give up. Langston Hughes describes a broken dream to a broken wing on a bird...which is what it feels like when you have lost or not achieved that dream that you are reaching for. the poem makes you feel like you can do anything and setting new dreams and goals. you want to hold on to your dreams because that is what gives you life and something to reach for. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Chelsey Aroneck (9/26/2007 9:11:00 PM)

    In this writing, Langston Hughes speaks really deep. He captures the readers eyes with simple rhyming, creativeness that isn't necessarily long and dragged out. But better yet short and to the point. His writing is so easily related to me and I'm sure alot of others also. All people have had a dream of something that they want to do or achieve in life. This writing shows what everyone knows, but does not think of. It makes you think about how life would be without any dreams at all. How lost everyone would be. Dreams are really what our society is about and it creates the universe itself. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Joey Carpenter (9/26/2007 9:07:00 PM)

    I really like this poem because it makes me want to set a goal in life so if i suceed then i will knoew that i have accomplished something... But if i never have a dream that one day i might realize that i have never accomplished anything and i couldnt go back and change it. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,261 Points Naveed Akram (7/27/2007 4:52:00 PM)

    Much is there to hold in this exact poem. It is short, but too concise. It might need care and attention. The lines may not differ as to worth, and they are employed faithfully. In fact, we are subjected to them and only because dreams do subject us to handsome ways.
    To hold fast to dreams I shall commit some act such as sleep, and I shall be helpful to myself and others before I die, ‘for if dreams die’. I am especially finding words for such premises constantly in my existence, and I find the birds to carry a message of such privileged nature. They or it, the bird, is supposed to fly, so dreams even reside in this broken-winged bird to fly. It is only natural to die and dream.
    It must carry a refrain of significance - ‘Hold fast to dreams’ - of such power that dreaming is inspired. It makes up for the bad dreams, and the wrong that may be committed by certain individuals. Those who are gone with dreams are always to be punished with no dreams.
    It is interesting how the metaphor at the end is so strong for the entire meaning of this poem. Life is called a cold place, and not somewhere that contains dreams. To be frozen in sleep is warm enough for dreams to flourish in the mind of sleep and the wake of time: even the ice-age! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Francois Hoon (6/29/2007 6:11:00 PM)

    This is a very simple poem; simple enough to be straight to the point and to have an impact. Every person should be able to recognise it's message and it's truth...
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  • Rookie Sonja Cienfuegos (6/28/2007 11:55:00 PM)

    This was my first favorite poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Christal Knight (6/5/2007 7:34:00 PM)

    I guess my life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly. Cause I don't have dreams especially not like the ones he's talking about. Tiss, tiss, tiss. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Nikunj Parikh (2/24/2007 10:33:00 AM)

    this poem makes me more determined n makes me dream even more great poem (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sylvie Launay (10/15/2006 8:06:00 AM)

    I'm discovering it and its author, it is a really beautiful one. A bit pessimistic nevertheless... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Barb Gurden (10/9/2006 9:38:00 PM)

    i found this poem when i was a teenager 30 years ago on a poster and did hang it on a wall. the more important aspect is that i believed and it was so true. i did have dreams and strived. i just wish that my husband could have held onto his dreams. he did not and committed suicide 4 years ago. His life became the barren wasteland but little did we know. he was the golden winged bird that could not fly. (Report) Reply










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