Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Comments about Maya Angelou

  • Veteran Poet - 1,725 Points p.a. noushad (3/18/2015 8:44:00 PM)

    maya angelou, some of your poems touch me deeply.

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    36 person did not like.
  • 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 - 12,078 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.

  • Rookie - 0 Points Jaime Goldblatt (12/21/2014 11:15:00 PM)

    To A Poemhunter, Who Would Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators Of The Art

    You say, as you have often given tongue
    In praise of what another's said or sung,
    'Twere politic to do the like by these;
    But was there 'er a dog that praised a flea
    As awful as Angelou?
    Quattro of five cento?
    Phenomenally Ridiculous
    Quattro of five cento?
    Not by work or base-born product,
    Only by dint of birth.
    Shame and scorn on you.
    Huntsman Rody blow your horn,
    This hound can hunt no more.

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 ...

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The Detached

We die,
Welcoming Bluebeards to our darkening closets,
Stranglers to our outstretched necks,
Stranglers, who neither care nor
care to know that
DEATH IS INTERNAL.

We pray,
Savoring sweet the teethed lies,

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