Friday Night Poetry Corner #14

Welcome again to another edition of Friday Night Poetry Corner #14. Well I am about to get into the them of honoring Black History Month so I will continue to post poems of wordpress poets, my poetry and African American Poets of the past and present. So starting off with tonight is a very personal favorite of mines by Langston Hughes called..

A Dream Deferred.

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

Next up is another personal fav from Mr. Hughes is called… (BusBoys Poets must be rockin’ tonight!!

Mother to Son

Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.