Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Comments about Maya Angelou

  • Marissa Scott (3/22/2010 10:26:00 PM)

    Angelou's poems have inspired millions. Her experiences in life has brought the pen in her hand, to the touch of the paper. Angelou's inspiration encourages women of ALL ages to never give up. No matter what you look like or what you've been through: you WILL be okay. On a person level, whenever I feel down or upset with whatever situation is currently overwhelming me, I sit in my chair and read her poems. Her constant reminder that you are a wonderful woman, and you will come out of this, is enough to get me out of that weak and distasteful state.

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  • Lebogang Matiting (11/5/2009 4:26:00 AM)

    wow! this is what i call inspiration. as a young woman in South Africa i am realy inpired, cant wait for more

  • Njabulo Mkandla (10/15/2009 8:08:00 PM)

    What strength! Definitely deserves the spot it's been given. I'm a first timer to this sight and your poem has made me hope for many more beautiful words to read.
    Thank you

  • Ibrahim Sambo Ibrahim Sambo (10/5/2009 10:56:00 AM)

    One thing i find most fascinating about Maya Angelou is the simplicity with which she charmingly craft & engrave her immortal poems.Indeed beauty lies naturally in simplicity.I wish one day i will have the priviledge of having her go through my humble poems.

  • Janell Cressman (9/29/2009 7:48:00 PM)

    Maya Angelou is an amazing poetess, with a true gift for words that go right to the soul, she is an amazing woman, and she has made me proud to be a woman
    and a poetess.

    thank you Maya for the truth that spills over in all your poems

  • Robin Brolaski (8/31/2009 12:34:00 PM)

    To - Claudi Roo - Look at ALL the facts first.... www.ascap.com

    In the fall of 1995, the poet Maya Angelou did a reading of her work to an overflowing house at the University of California at Berkeley. Any Angelou reading is a very special thing - few could hope to capture the essence, inflection, joy, sadness, loss and love in her words as well as she does.

    Later that same fall, Ben Harper closed his show at Los Angeles' House of Blues with an a capellaversion of Angelou's poem 'And Still I Rise, ' to which he wrote a melody and recorded for his first album,1994's Welcome To The Cruel World. Angelou's words are no less stirring in Harper's gospel-influenced tune.

  • Richard Ney (8/24/2009 11:04:00 AM)

    Hey Miss Maya Angelou, It's an honor 2 actually give you my comment on one of your poems, Still I Rise, . My comment is that poem is the best poem I have ever heard beside mine and yours helped me to stand up and rise.
    Jessica, age 15

  • Claudi Roo (8/22/2009 2:17:00 AM)

    this writer is not a writer, they are a plaguriser who steals from talented songwriters like ben harper, her poem still i rise is the same except for a fer words as a ben harper song called i'll rise stop stealing

  • Enitan Onikoyi (8/21/2009 3:40:00 PM)

    Maya Angelou is not just a Poet, she is a great writer and a beautiful African American woman. I love her to bit, because all her books and poems are source of joy to me. Maya, may your sun shines for ever. Thanks for all your contributions to the world. You are my Idol.

  • Aminath Neena Haneef Aminath Neena Haneef (8/6/2009 11:49:00 PM)

    Its a super poem. so simple yet so perfect

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

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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