I 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! by Langston Hughes
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? by Langston Hughes
I had a dream of love and tenderness. You were there- our life was bliss. I was uncertain, You held out your hand. I had doubts, you understand I was swept so suddenly, For more than just a face. We turned aside the hourglass, And took our own slow pace. We walked through life together, […]
my dreams are dark they don’t make sense I’m swimming in a pool of blood in my eyes tears flood I go over a water fall then I’m in a room standing tall the room is dark with little light I’ve given up I lost the fight I go under then I’m cold I scream […]
If there were ever a time to dare, To make a difference To embark on something worth doing It is now. Not for any grand cause, necessarily – But for something that tugs at your hear Something that is worth your aspiration Something that is your dream. You owe it to yourself To make your […]
All people dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people, For they dream their dreams with open eyes, And make them come true. by D.H.Lawrence
A dream can dream a wonderful thing. A dream can dream a horrible thing. A dream can dream fantastic things. A dream can dream a sad thing. A dream can dream happy things. A dream can dream a lonely thing. But, most of all, Dreams can dream! by Mahfooz Ali
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening Beneath a tall tree While night comes on gently, Dark like me– That is my dream! To fling my arms wide In the face of the sun, Dance! […]
Goddess supreme, Mother of Dream, by thy ivory doors when thou standest, Who are they then that come down unto men in thy visions that troop, group upon group, down the path of the shadows slanting? Dream after dream, they flash and they gleam with the flame of the stars still around them; Shadows at […]
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? by Langston Hughes
