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
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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
ClassyBird
Poem Published
29th Jan 2020 3:32pm
29th Jan 2020 3:32pm
In Between
Keep your head down child,
Don't you dare look them in the eyes,
If the white man ask you a question, you answer.
You do not speak unless you are asked to,
Mind your manners now,
It's, “Yes sir, no ma’am”.
These are the rules I was born into
Passed down by my ancestors
From the dark skinned woman and strong black man
to their Negro children.
Sometimes I wonder if these rules apply to me,
As my skin glows differently.
Master calls me his ‘Special one’
I figured that's the reason...
Don't you dare look them in the eyes,
If the white man ask you a question, you answer.
You do not speak unless you are asked to,
Mind your manners now,
It's, “Yes sir, no ma’am”.
These are the rules I was born into
Passed down by my ancestors
From the dark skinned woman and strong black man
to their Negro children.
Sometimes I wonder if these rules apply to me,
As my skin glows differently.
Master calls me his ‘Special one’
I figured that's the reason...
#mother
#father
#childhood
#identity
#LangstonHughes
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14 Comments
ClassyBird
Poem Published
29th Jan 2020 3:32pm
29th Jan 2020 3:32pm
In Between
Keep your head down child,
Don't you dare look them in the eyes,
If the white man ask you a question, you answer.
You do not speak unless you are asked to,
Mind your manners now,
It's, “Yes sir, no ma’am”.
These are the rules I was born into
Passed down by my ancestors
From the dark skinned woman and strong black man
to their Negro children.
Sometimes I wonder if these rules apply to me,
As my skin glows differently.
Master calls me his ‘Special one’
I figured that's the reason...
Don't you dare look them in the eyes,
If the white man ask you a question, you answer.
You do not speak unless you are asked to,
Mind your manners now,
It's, “Yes sir, no ma’am”.
These are the rules I was born into
Passed down by my ancestors
From the dark skinned woman and strong black man
to their Negro children.
Sometimes I wonder if these rules apply to me,
As my skin glows differently.
Master calls me his ‘Special one’
I figured that's the reason...
#mother
#father
#childhood
#identity
#LangstonHughes
780 reads
14 Comments
ClassyBird
Poem Published
29th Jan 2020 3:32pm
29th Jan 2020 3:32pm
In Between
Keep your head down child,
Don't you dare look them in the eyes,
If the white man ask you a question, you answer.
You do not speak unless you are asked to,
Mind your manners now,
It's, “Yes sir, no ma’am”.
These are the rules I was born into
Passed down by my ancestors
From the dark skinned woman and strong black man
to their Negro children.
Sometimes I wonder if these rules apply to me,
As my skin glows differently.
Master calls me his ‘Special one’
I figured that's the reason...
Don't you dare look them in the eyes,
If the white man ask you a question, you answer.
You do not speak unless you are asked to,
Mind your manners now,
It's, “Yes sir, no ma’am”.
These are the rules I was born into
Passed down by my ancestors
From the dark skinned woman and strong black man
to their Negro children.
Sometimes I wonder if these rules apply to me,
As my skin glows differently.
Master calls me his ‘Special one’
I figured that's the reason...
#mother
#father
#childhood
#identity
#LangstonHughes
780 reads
14 Comments
ClassyBird
Poem Published
29th Jan 2020 3:32pm
29th Jan 2020 3:32pm
In Between
Keep your head down child,
Don't you dare look them in the eyes,
If the white man ask you a question, you answer.
You do not speak unless you are asked to,
Mind your manners now,
It's, “Yes sir, no ma’am”.
These are the rules I was born into
Passed down by my ancestors
From the dark skinned woman and strong black man
to their Negro children.
Sometimes I wonder if these rules apply to me,
As my skin glows differently.
Master calls me his ‘Special one’
I figured that's the reason...
Don't you dare look them in the eyes,
If the white man ask you a question, you answer.
You do not speak unless you are asked to,
Mind your manners now,
It's, “Yes sir, no ma’am”.
These are the rules I was born into
Passed down by my ancestors
From the dark skinned woman and strong black man
to their Negro children.
Sometimes I wonder if these rules apply to me,
As my skin glows differently.
Master calls me his ‘Special one’
I figured that's the reason...
#mother
#father
#childhood
#identity
#LangstonHughes
780 reads
14 Comments
ClassyBird
Poem Published
29th Jan 2020 3:32pm
29th Jan 2020 3:32pm
In Between
Keep your head down child,
Don't you dare look them in the eyes,
If the white man ask you a question, you answer.
You do not speak unless you are asked to,
Mind your manners now,
It's, “Yes sir, no ma’am”.
These are the rules I was born into
Passed down by my ancestors
From the dark skinned woman and strong black man
to their Negro children.
Sometimes I wonder if these rules apply to me,
As my skin glows differently.
Master calls me his ‘Special one’
I figured that's the reason...
Don't you dare look them in the eyes,
If the white man ask you a question, you answer.
You do not speak unless you are asked to,
Mind your manners now,
It's, “Yes sir, no ma’am”.
These are the rules I was born into
Passed down by my ancestors
From the dark skinned woman and strong black man
to their Negro children.
Sometimes I wonder if these rules apply to me,
As my skin glows differently.
Master calls me his ‘Special one’
I figured that's the reason...
#mother
#father
#childhood
#identity
#LangstonHughes
780 reads
14 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
15th Jan 2020 2:08pm
15th Jan 2020 2:08pm
Crossed Wires
Let’s all go to the Quadroon Ball
Oh no, you’re mulatto, you can’t go
As the white guys ogle at the off-white gals
But the black guys can’t - no, they can’t go
I’m sort of an octoroon you see
So I should get in, yes I should get in
But my skin’s too black despite white blood
And the Jim Crow grins look meanly grim
Let’s all go to the Quadroon Ball
The music’s good, the dance-floor wide
But Federal Laws don’t reach this State
So I’m standing here, all cold, outside.
#LangstonHughes ...
Oh no, you’re mulatto, you can’t go
As the white guys ogle at the off-white gals
But the black guys can’t - no, they can’t go
I’m sort of an octoroon you see
So I should get in, yes I should get in
But my skin’s too black despite white blood
And the Jim Crow grins look meanly grim
Let’s all go to the Quadroon Ball
The music’s good, the dance-floor wide
But Federal Laws don’t reach this State
So I’m standing here, all cold, outside.
#LangstonHughes ...
#politics
#dialogue
#respect #LangstonHughes
#respect #LangstonHughes
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19 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
15th Jan 2020 2:08pm
15th Jan 2020 2:08pm
Crossed Wires
Let’s all go to the Quadroon Ball
Oh no, you’re mulatto, you can’t go
As the white guys ogle at the off-white gals
But the black guys can’t - no, they can’t go
I’m sort of an octoroon you see
So I should get in, yes I should get in
But my skin’s too black despite white blood
And the Jim Crow grins look meanly grim
Let’s all go to the Quadroon Ball
The music’s good, the dance-floor wide
But Federal Laws don’t reach this State
So I’m standing here, all cold, outside.
#LangstonHughes ...
Oh no, you’re mulatto, you can’t go
As the white guys ogle at the off-white gals
But the black guys can’t - no, they can’t go
I’m sort of an octoroon you see
So I should get in, yes I should get in
But my skin’s too black despite white blood
And the Jim Crow grins look meanly grim
Let’s all go to the Quadroon Ball
The music’s good, the dance-floor wide
But Federal Laws don’t reach this State
So I’m standing here, all cold, outside.
#LangstonHughes ...
#politics
#dialogue
#respect #LangstonHughes
#respect #LangstonHughes
823 reads
19 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
15th Jan 2020 2:08pm
15th Jan 2020 2:08pm
Crossed Wires
Let’s all go to the Quadroon Ball
Oh no, you’re mulatto, you can’t go
As the white guys ogle at the off-white gals
But the black guys can’t - no, they can’t go
I’m sort of an octoroon you see
So I should get in, yes I should get in
But my skin’s too black despite white blood
And the Jim Crow grins look meanly grim
Let’s all go to the Quadroon Ball
The music’s good, the dance-floor wide
But Federal Laws don’t reach this State
So I’m standing here, all cold, outside.
#LangstonHughes ...
Oh no, you’re mulatto, you can’t go
As the white guys ogle at the off-white gals
But the black guys can’t - no, they can’t go
I’m sort of an octoroon you see
So I should get in, yes I should get in
But my skin’s too black despite white blood
And the Jim Crow grins look meanly grim
Let’s all go to the Quadroon Ball
The music’s good, the dance-floor wide
But Federal Laws don’t reach this State
So I’m standing here, all cold, outside.
#LangstonHughes ...
#politics
#dialogue
#respect #LangstonHughes
#respect #LangstonHughes
823 reads
19 Comments
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