Poems About Langston Hughes Published by Members Recently Online
#LangstonHughes
wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Jan 2020 10:35pm
28th Jan 2020 10:35pm
The Beast
This piece is for the migrants who died,
Or survived,
Or have been maimed,
For the poor in search of a better life,
Praying,
That their dreams come true,
When they faced the Beast.
Those who traveled thousands of miles,
Along the countryside,
Through cities and towns of Mexico
On the way north,
Through the dangers and perils
Of gangs and robbers
Crooked cops,
Beaten and raped,
Who have lost limbs
Under the wheels of the iron horse
But the Beast doesn’t care.
This is for the countless stories ...
Or survived,
Or have been maimed,
For the poor in search of a better life,
Praying,
That their dreams come true,
When they faced the Beast.
Those who traveled thousands of miles,
Along the countryside,
Through cities and towns of Mexico
On the way north,
Through the dangers and perils
Of gangs and robbers
Crooked cops,
Beaten and raped,
Who have lost limbs
Under the wheels of the iron horse
But the Beast doesn’t care.
This is for the countless stories ...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#HumanRights #LangstonHughes
#HumanRights #LangstonHughes
579 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Jan 2020 10:35pm
28th Jan 2020 10:35pm
The Beast
This piece is for the migrants who died,
Or survived,
Or have been maimed,
For the poor in search of a better life,
Praying,
That their dreams come true,
When they faced the Beast.
Those who traveled thousands of miles,
Along the countryside,
Through cities and towns of Mexico
On the way north,
Through the dangers and perils
Of gangs and robbers
Crooked cops,
Beaten and raped,
Who have lost limbs
Under the wheels of the iron horse
But the Beast doesn’t care.
This is for the countless stories ...
Or survived,
Or have been maimed,
For the poor in search of a better life,
Praying,
That their dreams come true,
When they faced the Beast.
Those who traveled thousands of miles,
Along the countryside,
Through cities and towns of Mexico
On the way north,
Through the dangers and perils
Of gangs and robbers
Crooked cops,
Beaten and raped,
Who have lost limbs
Under the wheels of the iron horse
But the Beast doesn’t care.
This is for the countless stories ...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#HumanRights #LangstonHughes
#HumanRights #LangstonHughes
579 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Jan 2020 10:35pm
28th Jan 2020 10:35pm
The Beast
This piece is for the migrants who died,
Or survived,
Or have been maimed,
For the poor in search of a better life,
Praying,
That their dreams come true,
When they faced the Beast.
Those who traveled thousands of miles,
Along the countryside,
Through cities and towns of Mexico
On the way north,
Through the dangers and perils
Of gangs and robbers
Crooked cops,
Beaten and raped,
Who have lost limbs
Under the wheels of the iron horse
But the Beast doesn’t care.
This is for the countless stories ...
Or survived,
Or have been maimed,
For the poor in search of a better life,
Praying,
That their dreams come true,
When they faced the Beast.
Those who traveled thousands of miles,
Along the countryside,
Through cities and towns of Mexico
On the way north,
Through the dangers and perils
Of gangs and robbers
Crooked cops,
Beaten and raped,
Who have lost limbs
Under the wheels of the iron horse
But the Beast doesn’t care.
This is for the countless stories ...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#HumanRights #LangstonHughes
#HumanRights #LangstonHughes
579 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Jan 2020 10:35pm
28th Jan 2020 10:35pm
The Beast
This piece is for the migrants who died,
Or survived,
Or have been maimed,
For the poor in search of a better life,
Praying,
That their dreams come true,
When they faced the Beast.
Those who traveled thousands of miles,
Along the countryside,
Through cities and towns of Mexico
On the way north,
Through the dangers and perils
Of gangs and robbers
Crooked cops,
Beaten and raped,
Who have lost limbs
Under the wheels of the iron horse
But the Beast doesn’t care.
This is for the countless stories ...
Or survived,
Or have been maimed,
For the poor in search of a better life,
Praying,
That their dreams come true,
When they faced the Beast.
Those who traveled thousands of miles,
Along the countryside,
Through cities and towns of Mexico
On the way north,
Through the dangers and perils
Of gangs and robbers
Crooked cops,
Beaten and raped,
Who have lost limbs
Under the wheels of the iron horse
But the Beast doesn’t care.
This is for the countless stories ...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#HumanRights #LangstonHughes
#HumanRights #LangstonHughes
579 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
4th Jan 2020 1:48am
4th Jan 2020 1:48am
Water and White Cotton
( after Langston Hughes )
Blood is Life
the good book says;
but, water comprises the majority
of our heart and lungs—
enables white bones
to hold up this black body—
its silt reshaping
brief lessons in history
I envision archaic journeys
for bartered captivity—
restless swells beat'n
ships against their breasts;
demanding dead ancestors
for safe passage
across the Atlantic
Water, everywhere—
churn'n dark as...
Blood is Life
the good book says;
but, water comprises the majority
of our heart and lungs—
enables white bones
to hold up this black body—
its silt reshaping
brief lessons in history
I envision archaic journeys
for bartered captivity—
restless swells beat'n
ships against their breasts;
demanding dead ancestors
for safe passage
across the Atlantic
Water, everywhere—
churn'n dark as...
#racism
#HumanRights
#inequality #LangstonHughes
#inequality #LangstonHughes
1368 reads
42 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
4th Jan 2020 1:48am
4th Jan 2020 1:48am
Water and White Cotton
( after Langston Hughes )
Blood is Life
the good book says;
but, water comprises the majority
of our heart and lungs—
enables white bones
to hold up this black body—
its silt reshaping
brief lessons in history
I envision archaic journeys
for bartered captivity—
restless swells beat'n
ships against their breasts;
demanding dead ancestors
for safe passage
across the Atlantic
Water, everywhere—
churn'n dark as...
Blood is Life
the good book says;
but, water comprises the majority
of our heart and lungs—
enables white bones
to hold up this black body—
its silt reshaping
brief lessons in history
I envision archaic journeys
for bartered captivity—
restless swells beat'n
ships against their breasts;
demanding dead ancestors
for safe passage
across the Atlantic
Water, everywhere—
churn'n dark as...
#racism
#HumanRights
#inequality #LangstonHughes
#inequality #LangstonHughes
1368 reads
42 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
4th Jan 2020 1:48am
4th Jan 2020 1:48am
Water and White Cotton
( after Langston Hughes )
Blood is Life
the good book says;
but, water comprises the majority
of our heart and lungs—
enables white bones
to hold up this black body—
its silt reshaping
brief lessons in history
I envision archaic journeys
for bartered captivity—
restless swells beat'n
ships against their breasts;
demanding dead ancestors
for safe passage
across the Atlantic
Water, everywhere—
churn'n dark as...
Blood is Life
the good book says;
but, water comprises the majority
of our heart and lungs—
enables white bones
to hold up this black body—
its silt reshaping
brief lessons in history
I envision archaic journeys
for bartered captivity—
restless swells beat'n
ships against their breasts;
demanding dead ancestors
for safe passage
across the Atlantic
Water, everywhere—
churn'n dark as...
#racism
#HumanRights
#inequality #LangstonHughes
#inequality #LangstonHughes
1368 reads
42 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
4th Jan 2020 1:48am
4th Jan 2020 1:48am
Water and White Cotton
( after Langston Hughes )
Blood is Life
the good book says;
but, water comprises the majority
of our heart and lungs—
enables white bones
to hold up this black body—
its silt reshaping
brief lessons in history
I envision archaic journeys
for bartered captivity—
restless swells beat'n
ships against their breasts;
demanding dead ancestors
for safe passage
across the Atlantic
Water, everywhere—
churn'n dark as...
Blood is Life
the good book says;
but, water comprises the majority
of our heart and lungs—
enables white bones
to hold up this black body—
its silt reshaping
brief lessons in history
I envision archaic journeys
for bartered captivity—
restless swells beat'n
ships against their breasts;
demanding dead ancestors
for safe passage
across the Atlantic
Water, everywhere—
churn'n dark as...
#racism
#HumanRights
#inequality #LangstonHughes
#inequality #LangstonHughes
1368 reads
42 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
5th Jan 2020 10:01am
5th Jan 2020 10:01am
The blues I knew
In the main parade
lounging on the bar with a dead beer
Heard strains from a small honky-tonk
Needin some more suthrn cheeer
The piano man he played
The ol blues in shades of grey
tun'es my granny sang
Pullin me to hum along
From hard work and pain
The blues down payment
Not content but lament
From blood and toil was it distilled
Dat coin dat paid the bill
Drums his foot while we all nod
The blues of street of dust and hot
Dat beaten fields of sweat
The shackled, servile just like dogs ...
lounging on the bar with a dead beer
Heard strains from a small honky-tonk
Needin some more suthrn cheeer
The piano man he played
The ol blues in shades of grey
tun'es my granny sang
Pullin me to hum along
From hard work and pain
The blues down payment
Not content but lament
From blood and toil was it distilled
Dat coin dat paid the bill
Drums his foot while we all nod
The blues of street of dust and hot
Dat beaten fields of sweat
The shackled, servile just like dogs ...
#oppression
#music
#LangstonHughes
541 reads
4 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
5th Jan 2020 10:01am
5th Jan 2020 10:01am
The blues I knew
In the main parade
lounging on the bar with a dead beer
Heard strains from a small honky-tonk
Needin some more suthrn cheeer
The piano man he played
The ol blues in shades of grey
tun'es my granny sang
Pullin me to hum along
From hard work and pain
The blues down payment
Not content but lament
From blood and toil was it distilled
Dat coin dat paid the bill
Drums his foot while we all nod
The blues of street of dust and hot
Dat beaten fields of sweat
The shackled, servile just like dogs ...
lounging on the bar with a dead beer
Heard strains from a small honky-tonk
Needin some more suthrn cheeer
The piano man he played
The ol blues in shades of grey
tun'es my granny sang
Pullin me to hum along
From hard work and pain
The blues down payment
Not content but lament
From blood and toil was it distilled
Dat coin dat paid the bill
Drums his foot while we all nod
The blues of street of dust and hot
Dat beaten fields of sweat
The shackled, servile just like dogs ...
#oppression
#music
#LangstonHughes
541 reads
4 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
5th Jan 2020 10:01am
5th Jan 2020 10:01am
The blues I knew
In the main parade
lounging on the bar with a dead beer
Heard strains from a small honky-tonk
Needin some more suthrn cheeer
The piano man he played
The ol blues in shades of grey
tun'es my granny sang
Pullin me to hum along
From hard work and pain
The blues down payment
Not content but lament
From blood and toil was it distilled
Dat coin dat paid the bill
Drums his foot while we all nod
The blues of street of dust and hot
Dat beaten fields of sweat
The shackled, servile just like dogs ...
lounging on the bar with a dead beer
Heard strains from a small honky-tonk
Needin some more suthrn cheeer
The piano man he played
The ol blues in shades of grey
tun'es my granny sang
Pullin me to hum along
From hard work and pain
The blues down payment
Not content but lament
From blood and toil was it distilled
Dat coin dat paid the bill
Drums his foot while we all nod
The blues of street of dust and hot
Dat beaten fields of sweat
The shackled, servile just like dogs ...
#oppression
#music
#LangstonHughes
541 reads
4 Comments
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
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8 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Langston Hughes Published by Members Recently Online
#LangstonHughes is curated by Ahavati (Tams).
