Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Enemy
It would be niceIn any case,To someday meet youFace to faceWalking downThe road to hell...As I come upFeeling swell.
© Langston Hughes
Ardella
I would liken youTo a night without starsWere it not for your eyes.I would liken youTo a sleep without dreamsWere it not for your songs.
© Langston Hughes
I Continue To Dream
I take my dreams and make of them a bronze vaseand a round fountain with a beautiful statue in its center.And a song with a broken heart and I ask..
© Langston Hughes
Madam And The Phone Bill
You say I O.K.edLONG DISTANCE?O.K.ed it when?My goodness, CentralThat was then!I'm mad and disgustedWith that Negro now.I don't pay no..
© Langston Hughes
Love Song For Lucinda
LoveIs a ripe plumGrowing on a purple tree.Taste it onceAnd the spell of its enchantmentWill never let you be.LoveIs a bright starGlowing in far..
© Langston Hughes
Bouquet
Gather quicklyOut of darknessAll the songs you knowAnd throw them at the sunBefore they meltLike snow
© Langston Hughes
Madam And Her Madam
I worked for a woman,She wasn't mean--But she had a twelve-roomHouse to clean.Had to get breakfast,Dinner, and supper, too--Then take care of her..
© Langston Hughes
Wake
Tell all my mournersTo mourn in red --Cause there ain't no senseIn my bein' dead.
© Langston Hughes
Walkers With The Dawn
Being walkers with the dawn and morning,Walkers with the sun and morning,We are not afraid of night,Nor days of gloom,Nor darkness-Being walkers with..
© Langston Hughes
Sea Calm
How still,How strangely stillThe water is today,It is not goodFor waterTo be so still that way.
© Langston Hughes
Po' Boy Blues
When I was home deSunshine seemed like gold.When I was home deSunshine seemed like gold.Since I come up North deWhole damn world's turned cold.I was..
© Langston Hughes
Take, O Take Those Lips Away
TAKE, O take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn;And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn!But my kisses bring..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 120: That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now
That you were once unkind befriends me now,And for that sorrow, which I then did feel,Needs must I under my transgression bow,Unless my nerves were..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 50: How Heavy Do I Journey On The Way
How heavy do I journey on the way,When what I seek, my weary travel's end,Doth teach that case and that repose to say,"Thus far the miles are..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 11: As Fast As Thou Shalt Wane, So Fast Thou Grow'st
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'stIn one of thine, from that which thou departest,And that fresh blood which youngly thou..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 73: That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold
That time of year thou mayst in me behold,When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruined..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 31: Thy Bosom Is EndearÈD With All Hearts
Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts,Which I by lacking have supposèd dead,And there reigns love and all love's loving parts,And all those friends..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 57: Being Your Slave, What Should I Do But Tend
Being your slave, what should I do but tendUpon the hours and times of your desire?I have no precious time at all to spend,Nor services to do, till..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnets Xviii: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate.Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer's lease hath..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 126: O Thou, My Lovely Boy, Who In Thy Power
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy powerDost hold Time's fickle glass his fickle hour;Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'stThy lovers..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 108: What's In The Brain That Ink May Character
What's in the brain that ink may characterWhich hath not figured to thee my true spirit?What's new to speak, what now to register,That may express my..
© William Shakespeare
The Blossom
ON a day--alack the day!--Love, whose month is ever May,Spied a blossom passing fairPlaying in the wanton air:Through the velvet leaves the windAll..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 115: Those Lines That I Before Have Writ Do Lie
Those lines that I before have writ do lie,Even those that said I could not love you dearer;Yet then my judgment knew no reason whyMy most full flame..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 148: O Me! What Eyes Hath Love Put In My Head
O me! what eyes hath love put in my head,Which have no correspondence with true sight!Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,That censures..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 152: In Loving Thee Thou Know'st I Am Forsworn
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing:In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith tornIn vowing new..
© William Shakespeare