Langston Hughes

(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967 / Missouri)

poet Langston Hughes
#8 on top 500 poets

Comments about Langston Hughes

  • Duncan Stephen (11/21/2015 6:56:00 AM)

    Very touching poem about a mother's love to her son.

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  • Jack Phillips Jack Phillips (10/21/2015 9:22:00 AM)

    langston hughes is my biggest inspiration he is like how i write my poetry

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  • Rosalyn Byrd (9/4/2015 12:25:00 AM)

    Looking for the title of the book which has Langston Hughes poem - The Negro Mother.
    Would like to purchase the book if not to costly.
    Thanks for any help given

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  • Prakash mohanty (8/24/2015 9:29:00 PM)

    Thanks !!!

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  • Langston Hughes (3/24/2015 8:41:00 AM)

    I admire this article, but I did more than start a poetry revolution. I also cared for the ponies stationed at the shoppe and tended to Benjamin Franklin's cats whenever he so pleased. I also rock climbed skydived, and invented the toilet.

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  • Langston Hughes (3/24/2015 8:38:00 AM)

    [b]Langston is only his

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  • Giant Medieval Sword (2/10/2015 9:59:00 PM)

    Baby got Black.

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  • Master Splinter Master Splinter (2/10/2015 6:21:00 PM)

    he was black and so am I

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  • Swagger Mcjagger (1/30/2015 11:42:00 AM)

    He looks like my uncle. My uncle was a great man but everything changed after the incident

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  • Marques De Valia (9/30/2014 11:24:00 AM)

    Negroes - Sweet and docile, Meek, humble, and kind: Beware the day - They change their mind. - Langston Hughes

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Best Poem of Langston Hughes

Dreams

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

Po' Boy Blues

When I was home de
Sunshine seemed like gold.
When I was home de
Sunshine seemed like gold.
Since I come up North de
Whole damn world's turned cold.

I was a good boy,
Never done no wrong.

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