Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Comments about Maya Angelou

  • Snehith Challa (3/15/2015 1:06:00 PM)

    Wonderful !!

    59 person liked.
    39 person did not like.
  • Edgar Stevens Edgar Stevens (3/7/2015 8:15:00 AM)

    She is a great poet for sure.

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

    Exellent

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

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

  • 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

  • Karan Pratap Singh 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.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • Pat O'kennedy (11/28/2014 3:16:00 PM)

    Has the talent and skill of good poets. These poems are a joy to read.

  • Ali Baba Ali Baba (11/20/2014 10:25:00 AM)

    Nice poem

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

Million Man March Poem

The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.

Under a dead blue sky on a distant beach,
I was dragged by my braids just beyond your reach.
Your hands were tied, your mouth was bound,
You couldn't even call out my name.

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