Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Maya Angelou Poems

41. The Mothering Blackness 1/23/2012
42. The Rock Cries Out to Us Today 2/8/2016
43. The Traveller 3/9/2016
44. The Week of Diana 3/9/2016
45. These Yet To Be United States 1/17/2015
46. They Went Home 6/18/2005
47. Touched By An Angel 1/3/2003
48. We Had Him 1/13/2014
49. Weekend Glory 1/3/2003
50. When Great Trees Fall 2/15/2016
51. When I Think About Myself 9/15/2015
52. When You Come 1/3/2003
53. Woman Work 1/3/2003

Comments about Maya Angelou

  • William Shakespeare (12/12/2017 12:41:00 PM)

    How am I behind you wtf

    8 person liked.
    21 person did not like.
  • Madison Nauman (12/12/2017 12:40:00 PM)

    This woman sucks at writing poems I mean wtf is this honestly

  • thats wonderful (12/11/2017 12:49:00 PM)

    she is a wonderful woman who fought for rights be who you can be

  • alexa (12/9/2017 12:45:00 PM)

    Maya Angelou was one of the greatest people to live. i feel like she wrote this poem on acceptance. accepting each and every single person and loving them for who they are and who they wish to be. people like her and princess Diana were the reason the world could have been saved from being destroyed by...itself.

  • Kur Chenun (12/8/2017 7:32:00 AM)

    so nice

  • lethola (12/5/2017 2:44:00 PM)

    Add a comment kgutlela hae

  • Jesking Amu Jesking Amu (12/1/2017 6:58:00 PM)

    Maya Angelou has a way of transforming thoughts into writings by comparing them to nature and everything else around her... she's more just a creative poet, i see her as a genius.

  • Inspirations (11/30/2017 7:02:00 PM)

    @maya Angelou you are an inspiration for young and old.you are a “phenomenal woman“

  • Anonymous (11/30/2017 7:01:00 PM)

    Hi maya angelou is dead

  • Grace Kusta Nasralla Grace Kusta Nasralla (11/28/2017 6:36:00 PM)

    @maya angelou please continue reading your poems. When you read them, words turn into real life incidents.... they somehow come to life!

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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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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