Langston Hughes

(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967 / Missouri)

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Giant Medieval Sword (2/10/2015 9:59:00 PM)

    Baby got Black.

    69 person liked.
    48 person did not like.
  • Rookie - 20 Points Master Splinter (2/10/2015 6:21:00 PM)

    he was black and so am I

  • Rookie - 14 Points 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

  • Rookie - 141 Points 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

  • Rookie S B (5/5/2014 5:40:00 PM)

    I really like his poem Acceptance

  • Rookie Dulip Madhasekara (1/30/2014 9:00:00 AM)

    When I read 'Dreams' i feel that he wrote about me.....

  • Rookie - 47 Points p.a. noushad (9/7/2013 12:07:00 AM)

    Dear Langston Hughes, your verses touch my heart deeply.

  • Rookie Rachel Gaddi (6/21/2013 2:32:00 PM)

    Hello my Dear
    Compliments of the day to you.I am Rachel, how are you, hope you are fine and in
    perfect condition of health.I went through your profile today and i read it and took interest in it, if you don't mind i will like to know you much better, although i came online to look for a true and loving man that is ready for a true, honest and loving relationship and will be able to take good care of me if you are the kind of man am talking about then send me a mail now on my private email (rachell.4like@hotmail.com) included, so that i will tell you all about myself and a picture of myself.looking forward to hear from you, thanks and God bless.(rachell.4likeat hotmail dot com)
    Thanks waiting to hear from you.
    Rachel.

  • Rookie Vineet Chhikara (5/27/2013 1:40:00 AM)

    Have a look at my poems... and rate them... i am sure you will like them.... :)

  • Rookie Alan Sugar (8/30/2012 7:58:00 AM)

    Poem for Langston Hughes

    Thunder is seldom so soft as when his sounds are spoken.
    That bird climbs on to life- to life! Its wings have never broken.

    Those wings will take it to a place where crystal stairs have passed.
    That barren field of frozen snow will flourish with dreams at last.

    Hold fast!
    Hold fast.!

Still Here

been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,

Looks like between 'em they done
Tried to make me

Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'--
But I don't care!
I'm still here!

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