Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Comments about Maya Angelou

  • Rookie - 28 Points Deepankar Chakraborty (5/24/2015 12:50:00 AM)

    Reading about her first.

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,896 Points p.a. noushad (5/20/2015 5:52:00 PM)

    maya, beautiful verses.

  • Rookie marilyn tharp (5/19/2015 10:23:00 PM)

    I like this to

  • Gold Star - 16,747 Points Lyn Paul (5/16/2015 9:08:00 AM)

    Why with such a fabulous powerful, beautiful if we have to say Coloured Woman. Born in 1928 and now deceased. Why on Gods earth is there so much racism, particularly in America. Even with President Obama and so many famous coloured musicians who we groove to each and every day.
    Racism will never change until law and government do something about it. Maya's words will certainly live on.
    Racism, there is no room for it in society. We are one! ! ! !

  • Rookie - 0 Points Boutheina Natasha (5/12/2015 7:36:00 AM)

    I love this Poet...she wrote a wonderful Poems

  • Rookie - 194 Points Jessica Delgado (5/11/2015 2:27:00 PM)

    I love this poet. She is deep-center and amazing woman that caught my eye and what strong poems she wrote.: D

  • Veteran Poet - 1,896 Points p.a. noushad (5/8/2015 12:55:00 PM)

    Dear, I like your meaningful verses.

  • Rookie - 51 Points Nicola Beckett (4/5/2015 2:13:00 PM)

    love this

  • Rookie monika pati (4/5/2015 12:48:00 PM)

    Phenomenal poem

  • Rookie - 260 Points Lakshmi S Bose (3/26/2015 4:38:00 AM)

    nice quote... amazing

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 ...

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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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