The Poem Ends, Soft As it Began...

Woooooord Up!

So it's been a while (well, a week). But, I'm back with another Word Up Wednesday.

I'm going to go with poetic words this week.

Poetry by: Langston Hughes (one of my favorites)

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Quiet Girl

I would like you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

Irish Wake

In the dark they fell a-crying
For the dead who'd gone away,
And you could hear the drowsy wailing
Of those compelled to stay--
But when the sun rose making
All the dooryard bright and clear
The mourners got up smiling,
Happy they were here.

Prayer

I ask you this:
Which way to go?
I ask you this:
Which sin to bear?
Which crown to put
Upon my hair?
I do not know,
Lord God,
I do not know.

Youth

We have tomorrow
Bright before us
Like a flame.

Yesterday
A night-gone thing,
A sun-down name.

A dawn-today
Broad arch above the road we came.

We march!

Color

Wear it
Like a banner
For the proud--
Not like a shroud.
Wear it
Like a song
Soaring high--
Not moan or cry.

Title Quote: 'Poem' - Langston Hughes