Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Comments about Maya Angelou

  • Calvin Phil (8/28/2016 12:49:00 PM)

    she is really a good poet and she has done good work. i'm a poet here and this is my blog http: //

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  • Bartholomew Dele (8/23/2016 8:26:00 AM)

    a beautiful and wonderful piece. Keep it up.

  • Arti Patel (7/6/2016 9:43:00 AM)

    Best poem that i ever read for a woman

  • Sophie Woo (6/3/2016 11:27:00 PM)

    A truly phenomenal woman.

  • justus omuruli (5/24/2016 11:07:00 AM)

    I appreciate acknowledge your poetry work. Your a star in this field. Keep on. Love your art.

  • Terna Michael (4/23/2016 4:10:00 PM)

    So good

  • Addy Telzrow (3/30/2016 12:31:00 PM)

    Is she dead? It's really great that she's #1 on the 500 poets list.

  • Dr Tapan Kumar Pradhan (3/24/2016 7:43:00 PM)

    What an Angel you are, O Maya. Your poems constantly reminds me of my extraordinary relationship with Smt Hemangi S., my dearest wife of many lifetimes. Every woman is unique in herself. My wife is absolutely phenomenal - just like you, O Maya. I love you Hemangi, on this day, as I have loved never before.

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  • Hazem Rataba (2/15/2016 2:27:00 PM)

    I hate this women always thinks she is so hot

Best Poem of Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my ...

Read the full of Phenomenal Woman

Touched By An Angel

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies

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