Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Maya Angelou Poems

1. The Week of Diana 3/9/2016
2. Harlem Hopscotch 3/9/2016
3. Preacher, Don't Send Me 3/9/2016
4. Son to Mother 3/9/2016
5. Song for the Old Ones 3/9/2016
6. The Traveller 3/9/2016
7. The Black Family Pledge 3/9/2016
8. Glory Falls 3/9/2016
9. Pickin Em Up and Layin Em Down 3/9/2016
10. The Rock Cries Out to Us Today 2/8/2016
11. Ain't That Bad? 3/9/2016
12. In All Ways A Woman 3/9/2016
13. Recovery 3/9/2016
14. Our Grandmothers 7/14/2015
15. I know why the caged bird sings 3/9/2016
16. On Aging 5/14/2015
17. When I Think About Myself 9/15/2015
18. Savior 3/9/2016
19. The Health-Food Diner 12/16/2014
20. These Yet To Be United States 1/17/2015
21. Televised 3/9/2016
22. Life Doesn't Frighten Me 8/6/2015
23. When Great Trees Fall 2/15/2016
24. Old Folks Laugh 2/10/2015
25. The Mothering Blackness 1/23/2012
26. California Prodigal 1/23/2012
27. Human Family 12/4/2014
28. We Had Him 1/13/2014
29. Kin 1/23/2012
30. Equality 1/3/2015
31. A Plagued Journey 1/23/2012
32. Awaking In New York 1/23/2012
33. A Brave And Startling Truth 1/23/2012
34. Momma Welfare Roll 1/3/2003
35. On The Pulse Of Morning 1/3/2003
36. Weekend Glory 1/3/2003
37. When You Come 1/3/2003
38. Remembrance 1/3/2003
39. The Detached 6/18/2005
40. They Went Home 6/18/2005
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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