Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Comments about Maya Angelou

  • Veteran Poet - 1,766 Points p.a. noushad (3/23/2015 2:25:00 AM)

    hello Maya, your verses inspire me.

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,766 Points p.a. noushad (3/18/2015 8:44:00 PM)

    maya angelou, some of your poems touch me deeply.

  • Rookie - 0 Points Snehith Challa (3/15/2015 1:06:00 PM)

    Wonderful

  • Rookie - 0 Points Snehith Challa (3/15/2015 1:06:00 PM)

    Wonderful !!

  • Gold Star - 12,552 Points Edgar Stevens (3/7/2015 8:15:00 AM)

    She is a great poet for sure.

  • Rookie - 2 Points Aysegul Avcu (2/25/2015 9:50:00 AM)

    Exellent

  • Rookie - 9 Points Matthew Wedzerai (2/19/2015 9:29:00 AM)

    She used words to change lives, mine one. Great stuff.

  • Rookie Navneet Singh (2/7/2015 6:03:00 PM)

    Please can you help me to make a poem on 10 words pleasee..... Astronmy, rotation, revolution, geocentric, heliocentric, parallax, orbit, galaxy, asteriod, and collision please can you help me

  • Rookie - 452 Points Karan Pratap Singh (1/10/2015 3:33:00 PM)

    Indeed a great poet. I read her phnenomenal woman. It's my all time fav.

  • Rookie - 54 Points Grace Moneymaker (12/23/2014 6:07:00 PM)

    She was a great poet. Although I haven't read much of her poetry, I'd say 'Phenomenal Woman' is my all-time favorite. Any criticism is just nonsense.

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
Phenomenally.
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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