Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Comments about Maya Angelou

  • Veteran Poet - 1,045 Points p.a. noushad (3/23/2015 2:25:00 AM)

    hello Maya, your verses inspire me.

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,045 Points p.a. noushad (3/18/2015 8:44:00 PM)

    maya angelou, some of your poems touch me deeply.

  • Rookie - 0 Points Snehith Challa (3/15/2015 1:06:00 PM)

    Wonderful

  • Rookie - 0 Points Snehith Challa (3/15/2015 1:06:00 PM)

    Wonderful !!

  • Gold Star - 11,402 Points Edgar Stevens (3/7/2015 8:15:00 AM)

    She is a great poet for sure.

  • Rookie - 2 Points Aysegul Avcu (2/25/2015 9:50:00 AM)

    Exellent

  • Rookie - 0 Points Matthew Wedzerai (2/19/2015 9:29:00 AM)

    She used words to change lives, mine one. Great stuff.

  • Rookie Navneet Singh (2/7/2015 6:03:00 PM)

    Please can you help me to make a poem on 10 words pleasee..... Astronmy, rotation, revolution, geocentric, heliocentric, parallax, orbit, galaxy, asteriod, and collision please can you help me

  • Rookie - 452 Points Karan Pratap Singh (1/10/2015 3:33:00 PM)

    Indeed a great poet. I read her phnenomenal woman. It's my all time fav.

  • Rookie - 54 Points Grace Moneymaker (12/23/2014 6:07:00 PM)

    She was a great poet. Although I haven't read much of her poetry, I'd say 'Phenomenal Woman' is my all-time favorite. Any criticism is just nonsense.

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? ...

Read the full of Still I Rise

They Went Home

They went home and told their wives,
that never once in all their lives,
had they known a girl like me,
But... They went home.

They said my house was licking clean,
no word I spoke was ever mean,
I had an air of mystery,
But... They went home.

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