Langston Hughes Poems

  • 1.  
    Night funeral
    In Harlem:
  • 2.  
    How quiet
    It is in this sick room Where on the bed
  • 3.  
    Because my mouth
    Is wide with laughter And my throat
  • 4.  
    I am Godâ??
    Without one friend, Alone in my purity
  • 5.  
    What happens to a dream deferred?
    Does it dry up
  • 6.  
    You say I O.K.ed
    LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when?
  • 7.  
    I worked for a woman,
    She wasn't mean-- But she had a twelve-room
  • 8.  
    I, too, sing America.
    I am the darker brother.
  • 9.  
    I live on a park bench.
    You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance
  • 10.  
    God in His infinite wisdom
    Did not make me very wise- So when my actions are stupid
  • 11.  
    It was a long time ago.
    I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then,
  • 12.  
    2 and 2 are 4.
    4 and 4 are 8.
  • 13.  
    Harlem
    Sent him home in a long box-
  • 14.  
    When the old junk man Death
    Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of oblivion,
  • 15.  
    Goinâ?? down the road, Lawd,
    Goinâ?? down the road. Down the road, Lawd,
  • 16.  
    When you turn the corner
    And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned
  • 17.  
    Clean the spittoons, boy.
    Detroit, Chicago,
  • 18.  
    The rent man knocked.
    He said, Howdy-do? I said, What
  • 19.  
    Tell all my mourners
    To mourn in red -- Cause there ain't no sense
  • 20.  
    Good morning, daddy!
    Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble
  • 21.  
    When the shoe strings break
    On both your shoes And you're in a hurry-
  • 22.  
    I will take you heart.
    I will take your soul out of your body As though I were God.
  • 23.  
    The Negro
    With the trumpet at his lips Has dark moons of weariness
  • 24.  
    Landlord, landlord,
    My roof has sprung a leak. Don't you 'member I told you about it
  • 25.  
    Where is the Jim Crow section
    On this merry-go-round, Mister, cause I want to ride?
  • 26.  
    I sat there singing her
    Songs in the dark.
  • 27.  
    In time of silver rain
    The earth puts forth new life again, Green grasses grow
  • 28.  
    Democracy will not come
    Today, this year Nor ever
  • 29.  
    I woke up this morninâ??
    â??Bout half-past three. All the womens in town
  • 30.  
    It's such a
    Bore Being always
  • 31.  
    Over There,
    World War II.
  • 32.  
    I could take the Harlem night
    and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a crown,
  • 33.  
    From Christ to Ghandi
    Appears this truth- St. Francis of Assisi
  • 34.  
    I catch the pattern
    Of your silence Before you speak
  • 35.  
    'Me an' ma baby's
    Got two mo' ways, Two mo' ways to do de Charleston!'
  • 36.  
    My old man's a white old man
    And my old mother's black. If ever I cursed my white old man
  • 37.  
    By what sends
    the white kids I ain't sent:
  • 38.  
    You sicken me with lies,
    With truthful lies. And with your pious faces.
  • 39.  
    I play it cool
    I dig all jive That's the reason
  • 40.  
    I would liken you
    To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes.
  • 41.  
    The night is beautiful,
    So the faces of my people.
  • 42.  
    Being walkers with the dawn and morning,
    Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night,
  • 43.  
    Fine living . . . a la carte?
    Come to the Waldorf-Astoria!
  • 44.  
    The calm,
    Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
  • 45.  
    How still,
    How strangely still The water is today,
  • 46.  
    In the Quarter of the Negroes
    Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms
  • 47.  
    I was so sick last night I
    Didnâ??t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I
  • 48.  
    Here I sit
    With my shoes mismated. Lawdy-mercy!
  • 49.  
    The census man,
    The day he came round, Wanted my name
  • 50.  
    Oh, silver tree!
    Oh, shining rivers of the soul!
Total 98 poems written by Langston Hughes

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