poet Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou

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Glory Falls

Glory falls around us
as we sob
a dirge of
desolation on the Cross
and hatred is the ballast of
the rock
which his upon our necks
and underfoot.
We have woven
robes of silk
and clothed our nakedness
with tapestry.
From crawling on this
murky planet's floor
we soar beyond the
birds and
through the clouds
and edge our waays from hate
and blind despair and
bring horror
to our brothers, and to our sisters cheer.
We grow despite the
horror that we feed
upon our own
tomorrow.
We grow.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 9, 2016

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  • Suresh KumarSuresh Kumar (9/5/2020 9:28:00 AM)

    facing horror makes you powerfull

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  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (5/4/2020 5:23:00 AM)

    desolation on the Cross
    and hatred is the ballast of
    the rock
    which his upon our necks
    and underfoot....You have power in your words dear Maya

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  • Jessica (4/28/2020 8:08:00 PM)

    and bring HONOR* to our brothers, and to our sisters cheer. Please fix the typo.

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  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (1/9/2020 4:37:00 AM)

    We grow despite the
    horror that we feed
    upon our own
    tomorrow.
    We grow.. v ery fine poem. tony

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  • Lungelo S MbuyaziLungelo S Mbuyazi (5/15/2018 3:45:00 PM)

    We have woven robes of silk and clothed our nakedness with tapestry...good lines in this poem

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (5/15/2018 2:05:00 PM)

    Through the Clouds! !

    Thanks for sharing.

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (5/15/2018 12:33:00 PM)

    Glory falls around us / as we sob / a dirge of / desolation on the Cross / and hatred is the ballast of / the rock /
    which lies upon our necks / and underfoot. [from a book of her poetry] Beautiful poem rather sloppily posted. Hope this helps readers enjoy the read

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  • Jayatissa K.Liyanage (5/15/2018 10:58:00 AM)

    A hope for tomorrow. Great write by Maya. Thanks for sharing.

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  • Kumarmani MahakulKumarmani Mahakul (5/15/2018 8:08:00 AM)

    We grow despite the
    horror that we feed
    upon our own
    tomorrow.
    We grow.......so true. It is a great write of Maya Angelou.

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  • Glen KappyGlen Kappy (5/15/2018 7:26:00 AM)

    ...which his our necks and under foot...? waays? Transcription problems? Even if these problems were fixed, I suspect that what Angelou’s getting at might still elude me—she who in my previous experience is accessible. -GK

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  • Jaya Agarwal (2/24/2018 11:08:00 PM)

    Glory falls around us
    as we sob
    a dirge of
    desolation on the Cross: excellent words by Maya Angelou.10

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  • victoria (2/18/2018 6:20:00 PM)

    Thanks for providing me with poems Maya Angelou wrote I have to say one of her poems tomorrow and this website help me find the right one

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  • Sabreena (1/29/2018 11:56:00 PM)

    No place better to be, than in My Glory, because of what He,
    did for you an me.

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  • Taliyah (12/7/2017 5:28:00 PM)

    the poem is great but you have to really think into this.

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  • Lion DlaminiLion Dlamini (2/16/2017 3:13:00 AM)

    I rise..

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (3/16/2016 6:55:00 AM)

    We grow despite the
    horror that we feed
    upon our own
    tomorrow.
    We grow.
    A great write. Thanks for sharing here.

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