Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Comments about Maya Angelou

  • Jacob Weatherly Jacob Weatherly (9/17/2013 2:03:00 PM)

    Thank you for your poetry. Such a gift to the world.

    171 person liked.
    33 person did not like.
  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (9/7/2013)

    Dear Maya Angelou, your verses give me the wings and depth of life.

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  • Itai Oscar (6/16/2013 11:14:00 AM)

    Great work! A poetry runs in her blood...

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  • Vineet Chhikara Vineet Chhikara (5/27/2013 1:37:00 AM)

    Have a look at my poems... and rate them... i am sure you will like them.... :)

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  • Barack Obama (5/14/2013 7:27:00 AM)

    ay mayas ma nigga forreal

  • James Meurant (4/23/2013 4:25:00 AM)

    When I see Maya Angelou's poetry (to dare call it such) I feel like clawing my eyes out.

Best Poem of Maya Angelou

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you? ...

Read the full of Still I Rise

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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