Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Maya Angelou Poems

41. They Went Home 6/18/2005
42. Million Man March Poem 1/3/2003
43. A Conceit 1/3/2003
44. Passing Time 1/3/2003
45. The Lesson 1/3/2003
46. Men 1/3/2003
47. Woman Work 1/3/2003
48. Touched By An Angel 1/3/2003
49. Alone 1/3/2003
50. Caged Bird 1/3/2003
51. Still I Rise 1/3/2003

Comments about Maya Angelou

  • Tyrone (11/13/2018 3:11:00 PM)

    Maya Angelou is a really good person

    9 person liked.
    2 person did not like.
  • John p (11/11/2018 8:35:00 PM)

    Excite my soul want to see

  • tolstoink (9/22/2018 9:03:00 PM)

    Rated #3? This woman has no business being called a poet, let alone getting rated as a good one.

  • Gbole Goodluck (9/9/2018 3:50:00 AM)

    Every kid would want to be like her. I love this piece for it's well written and well designed.

  • S M (9/7/2018 11:31:00 AM)

    what a nice poet isnt it. makes me exciting

  • juan lara (9/6/2018 3:30:00 PM)

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  • Faby Wayne (8/8/2018 7:59:00 PM)

    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.

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  • Danyell J. Bernier (7/17/2018 9:55:00 AM)

    You may shoot me with your words,
    You may cut me with your eyes,
    You may kill me with your hatefulness,
    But still, like air, I'll rise....................
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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? ...

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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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