Zora Neale Hurston Poems

Zora Neale Hurston Poems (Folklore Poem Collection)

Autobiography, poetry, dramas, and novels are among Zora Neale Hurston poems numerous literary creations as an American novelist and folklorist.

Zora Neale Hurston Poems

Zora Neale Hurston Poems

Hurston drew criticism from both black and white writers because her writing style and personal beliefs differed from those of other black authors of the era.

Hurston’s refusal to adapt her distinctive perspective to suit others may have restricted her career during her life, but it surely gained worldwide acclaim after her death.

We will look at the life and career of the well-known poet and famous Zora Neale Hurston poems in this lesson.

1. Let the Deal Go Down

Let the deal go down, boys.
Let the deal go down.

I ain’t got no money, Lord, partner.
I ain’t got no change.

Let the deal go down boys,
Let the deal go down.

There you go Blue Front,
I’ll show you about getting a card and telling a lie about it.
Put up some more money!

Let the deal go down boys,
Let the deal go down.

2. Zora

Take me down to Eatonville
Take me right down to Eatonville where the vineyards
ripe with currants dressed in plum, cherry, and of course a blushy peach
all swing with me
brush their bruised skin
drop against the sediment that covers their sweet

Take me down to Eatonville
Take me right down to Eatonville where the laughter crackles, shrieks
roars rude as belches, fine as gratitude
thick as contrite
where notes grab me by the waist side
squeeze my handles and brush my skin against
grins set with peppered sweat

Take me down to Eatonville
Take me right down to Eatonville where the eyes are set apart
but roam like unbridled streams, coil like kitchen hair
all over because of Song of Solomon 1:5
not because of the fruit

Take me down to Eatonville
Take me right down to Eatonville where
glazed hardwood floors are for lindy hop scuffs—
not blackened knees

Take me down to Eatonville
Take me right down to Eatonville
Where I’ll be—
But you won’t, Zora

Because you’re too busy sharpening your oyster knife


3. no dress rehearsals for chemo: but He gives auditions

Each strand gilded with a quiet yellow and coiled with time
weaved with pastel cotton lint and green tea
shall slip at the dandelion’s ballet recital

the falls will not be linear

they will float, collide, and tumble against beet faces, fleshy flanks and bare buttocks

but surely you will think
my sister I shall force you to think that the falling of the seed promotes a new venture
indeed the wily weed will uproot all grains and fruits
it will kill and harness the present vanity draped over blush mirrors

but soon mi hermana
African Violets will dance on the deserted stage

4. To Pecola Breedlove, with the best intentions

I strolled to the corner mart:
unpaved roads, ex inmates
a moat of burgundy glass
the stench of urine, brut
a pewter iron gate,
2 corollas, 1 festiva, 3 cadillacs, 4 huffy bikes
butts, empty skoal tins
whistles, stares, scowls
behind the church, beside the liquor store, a block from Garvey Elementary

I strolled to the corner mart:
2 pieces of fried trout, fries, cornbread
1 hamburger, no onion, extra pickle
3 piece chicken, fries, sliced white bread
1 pack Newport Menthols
1 liter orange soda
1 gallon water

I strolled to the corner mart:

2 pigtails, unkempt hair
ashy, scarred skin
yellow crust round eyes, nostrils
navy blue shorts
soiled, foam-green tank

out she stretched
tugged at my wrist
tiny, bony fingers
bitten, chewed nails
sunken, oak eyes
cuts on her face


Related Poems About Folklore

Below are carefully selected poems related to Zora Neale Hurston Poems from folklore

1. Royal Bengal Tiger Poem by Sarwar Chowdhury

Royal bengal tiger!
When swim to pass across river
Target is determined.
Just straight forward move on
To reach that place has set out.

Ever if waves move little
Back to the beginning point.
Straight a must
No left no right
Upright – just.

Royal bengal do not know,
jostle and joggle
He knows-
Hazardous jolt,
Frightening thunderbolt!

Eyes are radiant with glory
Richer colour for
Amazing stripes
Created ancient myth and folklore

Royal bengal tiger never agree with
Mischievous counsel of jackals.

2. Grandpa’s Owl Poem by Linda Ori

My father believed in legends of Indian folklore –

Being raised in the Ohio River valley, he knew his share

He always believed the incessant hooting of an owl

Was the harbinger of imminent death.

My youngest son was three when my father died,

And though he had only met him a few times,

The bond was strong between them.

One morning he came to me with a dream –

During the night ‘Grandpa’s owl’came to him

As he was playing outside in the yard,

Swooped down and picked him up

And flew him off to see Grandpa.

He never knew about the legend of the owl;

That morning, mother called to tell the tale –

My father had passed during the night.

He had heard the owl hooting outside his window

For three nights, and he knew he would pass on soon,

For that was the Indian legend he believed.

Although my son barely remembers him,

He feels that he had a special visit that night

And it’s kept Grandpa alive in his heart.

To this day, we always think of him

Whenever we hear an owl hoot –

Everyone says………’There’s Grandpa! ‘


3. A Bouquet Of Haiku Poem by Mamta Agarwal


His warm, sideways glance
Wrapped me like an angora shawl-
and took the chill away…

Voices of autumn…

Dry autumn leaves
Crackle under my feet—
Dead can feel and speak…

Welcome intruder

Woke from deep slumber-
An eerie touch at my elbow-
Morning stood tiptoe…

A Taste of life

Salt of tears on lips
Astringent on the spirit
Heart- bitter sweet…

Communion with self

Lost in a reverie
A smile on the parted lips
Exulting within…

Calm Surrender

The colourful boats
move as wind changes course;
Sails smoothly adjust…


A thin layer of frost
Glass warms up as Sun rises
Tears of joy slide down…


Today am alive
Please take away the wine
Oh, am drunk on life…

Miracle of love

A song on the lips
A swing in the gait and hips
Flushed after first kiss

The show must go on…

Dressed to seduce
In red dress and jewels,
And gulp Prozac pill…

Weeping Willows

Willows are weeping
On Mother Earth’s breast-
In humility…


Cheer, Obama wins
Winds of change are blowing—
Suspend disbelief…

Tampering with Nature

Rose, no fragrance
A prey to man’s arrogance-
Stripped of essence…


Mind, like a monkey
Goes jumping from tree to tree-
Hijacks sanity…


Enveloped in fog
Mind wipes and soul ignites-
With the inner light…

Breaking the silence

The glacier breaks
Eons of its icy silence
As it froths and falls…

Does speed matter…

Can speed be the key?
Slow, steady, in not any hurry-
With ease, tortoise wins…


Abused and crumpled
Discarded like a tissue
Alone… woman moans.


Man beats the devil
At his diabolical game-
In His Maker’s name…


Self annihilation
By God’s highest creation
Abuse of intuition…


full of flambouyance
Gorgeous Dhalia stands tall
beckons with silence…


White almond blossoms;
breeze carries the fragrance
heart soars as snow melts…

Memories Haunt

Bury not pain and grief
feel, grieve, deal, heal and let go-
else live in haunted home

Love not unconditional…

Use, abuse, neglect
Mother Earth too protests-
In fury lashes back…

One with Universe…

Stillness of the night
The world sleeps, its quiet-
Just my soul stirring…


Mythical monkeys
See, hear and speak no evil-
thus tame the devil…


Where is family…
With the birth of me and I
Languished, just died.

American author Zora Neale Hurston’s writings are frequently linked to the Harlem Renaissance, which took place between the 1920s and 1930s and saw a flourishing of African-American art, music, and literature.

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