Langston Hughes

(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967 / Missouri)

Bouquet


Gather quickly
Out of darkness
All the songs you know
And throw them at the sun
Before they melt
Like snow

Submitted: Saturday, March 27, 2010

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  • Riese Polito (4/24/2013 12:57:00 PM)

    this poem is coooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool... (Report) Reply

  • Brianna James (4/23/2013 12:21:00 PM)

    My songs have beat
    They tap, tap, tap
    And beat, beat, beat
    They are unseen notes
    Unless you listen clearly
    If I throw them to the sun
    Will you watch them dance?
    Will you watch them sing?
    But if they melt, they will merge with you and me
    Listen to my songs till the melt away (Report) Reply

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