Poems About Langston Hughes Seeking Friendly Advice
#LangstonHughes
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
10th Feb 2024 6:42pm
10th Feb 2024 6:42pm
A Midnight Watery Oasis With Langston Hughes
Come join me in our earthy oasis where time stands still
Moorish man in the energy of creation
Room enough for two weary souls mentally regenerating
I like where you place your tongue
Betwixt my thighs
If I flutter my eyes close
In the privacy of undulated darkness
Can I feel your touch
Do you crave my taste
Manifesting your dirty wishes all over my body
Seeking my garden of approval
The sashay in my words, groomed for only...
Moorish man in the energy of creation
Room enough for two weary souls mentally regenerating
I like where you place your tongue
Betwixt my thighs
If I flutter my eyes close
In the privacy of undulated darkness
Can I feel your touch
Do you crave my taste
Manifesting your dirty wishes all over my body
Seeking my garden of approval
The sashay in my words, groomed for only...
#sun
#water
#lover
#WritingPoetry
#LangstonHughes
416 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
29th Jan 2023 00:00am
29th Jan 2023 00:00am
Softly Oxygenating That Cerebral Cortex
It’s getting harder and harder to breathe
Echoes turning, twisting, as thy carnal urges of the universe blissfully weave
You forgot my upswept hair
Just in case tonight, he might need a care
While I am taking him there
The man across the room I’m talking his persona home with me
That pocket watch hanging off the pocket of his Zoot Suite
Girl, he looks so fine a handsome, he all ripe, I would love a serving of his Blackberry juice
Moorish man hold your torch up to the Sky
You feel that thunder quaking under your feet as you are...
Echoes turning, twisting, as thy carnal urges of the universe blissfully weave
You forgot my upswept hair
Just in case tonight, he might need a care
While I am taking him there
The man across the room I’m talking his persona home with me
That pocket watch hanging off the pocket of his Zoot Suite
Girl, he looks so fine a handsome, he all ripe, I would love a serving of his Blackberry juice
Moorish man hold your torch up to the Sky
You feel that thunder quaking under your feet as you are...
#inspirational
#WritingPoetry
#LangstonHughes
482 reads
11 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
16th Jan 2023 10:44pm
16th Jan 2023 10:44pm
Me...
Labored breaths of just you and I
Allow me to absorb you
The soft touches of reflexology’s tantalizations branding his skin
Oh, my love, let the curl of my tongue’s soothing bliss
Journey over the soles of his feet
Taking pleasure between the spaces of his toes
Aimlessly wandering up his inner thighs
Tenderly arousing all his sensitive peaks
His erroneous zone weakening for the overtaking
Let me blindfold you, and watch you get stimulated, by anticipation, by sight unseen
Mm... oh yes, those coaxing...
Allow me to absorb you
The soft touches of reflexology’s tantalizations branding his skin
Oh, my love, let the curl of my tongue’s soothing bliss
Journey over the soles of his feet
Taking pleasure between the spaces of his toes
Aimlessly wandering up his inner thighs
Tenderly arousing all his sensitive peaks
His erroneous zone weakening for the overtaking
Let me blindfold you, and watch you get stimulated, by anticipation, by sight unseen
Mm... oh yes, those coaxing...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#passion
#MayaAngelou
#LangstonHughes
646 reads
9 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
14th Jan 2023 2:10am
14th Jan 2023 2:10am
I’m The Cloak Of The Night
Snared all up in his dopamine
Got my mind open like a poetic feen
My brotha, let me up for air
Let me see over those mountaintops, let my scent breathe everywhere
You buzzing all in my juju honey
Licking my cortex like whip cream heaped on my butter rummy
Let my name spill off your lips
So, others will know I’m the bliss when grooving on your tip
I’m the cloak of the night
Surrendering when you got my back bent hips gripped
Calling to the Gods when you locked in my tight...
Got my mind open like a poetic feen
My brotha, let me up for air
Let me see over those mountaintops, let my scent breathe everywhere
You buzzing all in my juju honey
Licking my cortex like whip cream heaped on my butter rummy
Let my name spill off your lips
So, others will know I’m the bliss when grooving on your tip
I’m the cloak of the night
Surrendering when you got my back bent hips gripped
Calling to the Gods when you locked in my tight...
#lover
#passion
#LangstonHughes #seductive
#LangstonHughes #seductive
596 reads
16 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
20th Jan 2021 5:54am
20th Jan 2021 5:54am
I Look At The World (The Higher Road)
I seek to find
the higher road;
in country wide I roam.
But where to find
without bein' blind
a better way to go,
O, a better way to go!
When all around
our dreams lie bound
by fences and corrals;
on paths we walk
comrades who talk
of freer times than now,
O, of freer times than now!
I cannot see
nor feel their pull,
oppressed though they
in joy are masked --
all our wills defy this still:
the better road we lack,
O, the better road we lack!
..... ...
the higher road;
in country wide I roam.
But where to find
without bein' blind
a better way to go,
O, a better way to go!
When all around
our dreams lie bound
by fences and corrals;
on paths we walk
comrades who talk
of freer times than now,
O, of freer times than now!
I cannot see
nor feel their pull,
oppressed though they
in joy are masked --
all our wills defy this still:
the better road we lack,
O, the better road we lack!
..... ...
#racism
#freedom
#LangstonHughes
488 reads
8 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
1st Feb 2020 3:01am
1st Feb 2020 3:01am
A Time No Weather Came
( after Langston Hughes )
It was a time no weather came,
The truant children all ran out.
The hydrant blasts like summer rain
As joyful bodies leapt about.
From windowed tenements’ hot air,
It was a time no weather came.
Grandmother’s rocking in a chair,
A ceiling fan slow-turns in pain.
So wasn’t breeze or wind to tame
And not a bird flew in the sky.
It was a time no weather came,
For days my tan skin never dried.
A busy cricket through the night
Is chirping to his lady...
It was a time no weather came,
The truant children all ran out.
The hydrant blasts like summer rain
As joyful bodies leapt about.
From windowed tenements’ hot air,
It was a time no weather came.
Grandmother’s rocking in a chair,
A ceiling fan slow-turns in pain.
So wasn’t breeze or wind to tame
And not a bird flew in the sky.
It was a time no weather came,
For days my tan skin never dried.
A busy cricket through the night
Is chirping to his lady...
#city
#summer
#humankind #LangstonHughes
#humankind #LangstonHughes
684 reads
10 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
31st Jan 2020 5:14am
31st Jan 2020 5:14am
Stories On A Dime
( after Langston Hughes )
Ever since as a man full grown
With some things of my own,
From the cost-of-living wages
Of my job of six days, is
How I came to own a TV set
From a pawnshop bet,
Made by a son of a white man’s
Cancelled installment plan.
But what I see on local news,
Of cigarettes and booze,
Will never be like yesterday
When Grandpa went away.
A nickel steak at roadside eats,
Fried eggs you...
Ever since as a man full grown
With some things of my own,
From the cost-of-living wages
Of my job of six days, is
How I came to own a TV set
From a pawnshop bet,
Made by a son of a white man’s
Cancelled installment plan.
But what I see on local news,
Of cigarettes and booze,
Will never be like yesterday
When Grandpa went away.
A nickel steak at roadside eats,
Fried eggs you...
#family
#nostalgia
#LangstonHughes
#LifeStruggles
#city
754 reads
11 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 4:02am
21st Jan 2020 4:02am
Southern Mammy Sings (Hung Up On A Dream)
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly'
-Langston Hughes
Mammy done hung some clothes on a line,
All dem white sheets in a wind was flyin'--
An' ole Mammy's hair was wrapped up tight,
Oh, tight as dreams jus' crawlin' away
As if they night critters lit by day.
An' if two pennies a dream do make,
Why can't dem coins lay claim to stake
What Mammy given, shore she'll take --
It ain't enough for a fair shake ...
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly'
-Langston Hughes
Mammy done hung some clothes on a line,
All dem white sheets in a wind was flyin'--
An' ole Mammy's hair was wrapped up tight,
Oh, tight as dreams jus' crawlin' away
As if they night critters lit by day.
An' if two pennies a dream do make,
Why can't dem coins lay claim to stake
What Mammy given, shore she'll take --
It ain't enough for a fair shake ...
#dreams
#racism
#freedom #LangstonHughes
#freedom #LangstonHughes
1987 reads
8 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2020 9:14am
3rd Jan 2020 9:14am
Red Rose Blues
( after Langston Hughes )
The rain is falling down upon the grave,
I’m by myself without a friend in sight.
A woman of the streets committed sin,
With no man of her own chose suicide.
And yet I’m God I’m helpless what to do,
The rain is falling down upon the grave.
Beneath the stone she’s buried in the cold,
While I on high between can only watch.
The flowers that I grow within the yard,
Only to kill herself when Winter came.
The rain is falling down upon the grave,
As couples passing by will never...
The rain is falling down upon the grave,
I’m by myself without a friend in sight.
A woman of the streets committed sin,
With no man of her own chose suicide.
And yet I’m God I’m helpless what to do,
The rain is falling down upon the grave.
Beneath the stone she’s buried in the cold,
While I on high between can only watch.
The flowers that I grow within the yard,
Only to kill herself when Winter came.
The rain is falling down upon the grave,
As couples passing by will never...
#suicide
#rain
#God
#graveyard
#LangstonHughes
814 reads
12 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2020 00:26am
2nd Jan 2020 00:26am
Fallen Angels
( after Langston Hughes )
I’m waken’d by a po’em in my head,
Recitin’ in a rhyme of my own kin.
A rhythm that I’m dancin’ in my bed,
A black man in a coffee-flavored skin.
To see me on a slave ship below deck,
I’m waken’d by a po’em in my head.
An’ here we are a-pitchin’ till we retch,
I pray I’m only dreamin’ an’ not dead.
The ship is swallowed in a sky of red,
As if ol’ Satan’s army is a swarm.
I’m waken’d by a po’em in my head,
The cries of fallen angels in the storm.
To all the slaves each...
I’m waken’d by a po’em in my head,
Recitin’ in a rhyme of my own kin.
A rhythm that I’m dancin’ in my bed,
A black man in a coffee-flavored skin.
To see me on a slave ship below deck,
I’m waken’d by a po’em in my head.
An’ here we are a-pitchin’ till we retch,
I pray I’m only dreamin’ an’ not dead.
The ship is swallowed in a sky of red,
As if ol’ Satan’s army is a swarm.
I’m waken’d by a po’em in my head,
The cries of fallen angels in the storm.
To all the slaves each...
#humankind
#redemption
#HumanRights
#inequality
#LangstonHughes
686 reads
17 Comments
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