Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Maya Angelou Poems

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

Comments about Maya Angelou

  • Azariah Alex (5/10/2017 3:40:00 AM)

    Very meaningful

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  • Aanchal Sharma (5/1/2017 8:20:00 AM)

    One of my favorites.... Love it!

  • Liying Fu (3/22/2017 9:41:00 PM)

    One should care about her sprituality than her physical appearance, just like Michelle Obama.

  • Liying Fu (3/22/2017 9:37:00 PM)

    It/s about a woman's confidence.

  • Lisa Miller (3/14/2017 11:42:00 PM)


  • Andrea Mitchell (11/30/2016 1:30:00 PM)

    You demean a great poet by identifying her as a great African-American woman. I didn't even realize Maya Angelou was African-American until I was 18. Why do we have to note that she is an African-American woman? Edgar Allen Poe is not identified as being a great White male poet. Edgar Allen Poe is simply a great poet. So why can't we simply say Maya Angelou was a great poet? Because that's all I see.

  • Calvin Phil (8/28/2016 12:49:00 PM)

    she is really a good poet and she has done good work. i'm a poet here and this is my blog http: //

  • Bartholomew Dele (8/23/2016 8:26:00 AM)

    a beautiful and wonderful piece. Keep it up.

  • Arti Patel (7/6/2016 9:43:00 AM)

    Best poem that i ever read for a woman

  • Sophie Woo (6/3/2016 11:27:00 PM)

    A truly phenomenal woman.

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
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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