Best Maya Poems

Doctor Maya Angelou the writer
Maya Angelou the actor
Maya Angelou the poet
The singer that was Maya Angelou
That Black lady
With silk smooth voice
Like silk smiling under the finger’s touch
She is dead

Maya Angelou is dead
How does that sound?
Do not let questions go to your head
For thoughts abound
With things...

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I hold it up again today; the world,
Pregnant with magical dimples
Of a child's reckless abandon,
And look at the face,
Then I look at the deep cut
And the pain it inflicted
I look back at the unpaid ransom,
The whips, hands chained to the back
Faces buried deep into the...

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Continued from Maya 1

At length, when the womens' screams had ceased
and the sound of the thunder had stopped,
he gathered his courage and withdrew himself
from his hiding place beneath the corn.
He left the hut and prostrated himself before the first Gods he found.
He knew they would...

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“A wise woman wishes to be no one’s enemy; a wise woman refuses to be anyone’s victim.” - Maya Angelou


The infamous feminist and activist Maya Angelou
She was a powerful force to recon with and to know
Her feminist and civil right beliefs were strongly expressed
As she...

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We are the smallest birds,and some mistake us for insects!We realize who we are,and we communicate on many levels of intelligence so that we can be relavent!,and connected,and respected.We fly faster ,and higher than any insect,and we possess an intelligence that can cause a president...

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In English
(Acrostic)



Maya ~ make my day positive, I can not imagine a day without her

Absolutely my very best friend ~ from morning to evening

You're loved ~ you're strong when I'm weak

Amazing ~ you might not see it ... but I do






In Norwegian
(Verse)


Maya ~ du gjør...

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Ode To Maya Angelou

Great Poet!
We shall forever yearn for one last verse,
one last soulful offering of truth,
one last rendering of the heart,  
one last line from a hand so divine.

Great Poet!
We will forever feel the loss of your pen,
the loss of your own unique...

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Clinton's Inauguration 1993

You were so beautiful, Maya
Standing in front of the
President and the First Lady


I didn’t really understand
Your Pulse Of Morning 
Presidential inauguration poem
I kind of got lost in the dinosaur theme
Poems about Mastodons usually
Don’t instantly inspire Black dreams

But those Harvard and Yale Bullies 
came...

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A bird in hand is worth two in the woods
Teaches us to take care not to be greedy
In the air, quite very easy to build castles
The water and the image are not a reality.

The image of sky and pool, even the wood
This material world is,...

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God or Sat being the only true substance
Choicelessly chooses to manifest existence 

Dividing Himself into two by His creativity
Creating thus a pulse manifested as polarity 

The pulse the word the outpouring being Ohm
Wherefrom arose the Universe we call our home

In the void of stillness He...

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The ancient Maya had a game
They called Tut to Tut
A game like soccer
but the ball but the ball
would be passed by the thigh
and not the foot.

They played with a latex rubber ball
that some claim contained a human skull
But what ever you think about the game
it...

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Staking Claims: For Yucatec Maya & Native Peoples

The stones of the desert cry with me
They are brothers and sisters, but no bloody kin
New hearts see just cold rocks … no warmth or charity …
Might you see how we worship gods in them?

The gods themselves are...

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They wouldn’t let me be White 
Oh I wanted to be 
Dreams of that Pulitzer haunted me 

They said, Sir, you have ten minutes to play
I gave them Milton, Poe and Millay 
I stood before that panel 
Like I was auditioning for Jesus On judgment...

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The Greek origins of our word for "matter," is the same for "measure" and MEASURING, as well as a few other terms that carry surprises.

First, however, there is no separate word for matter in Sanskrit, or broadly Hindu VEDANTA Philosophy. Indians and Hindus use a...

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(Response to And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou)

Refusing to ever descend after 
My mother, grandmother, great grandmother 
Have all endured broken wings 
To ensure that I would one day be able to catch wind
I rise 
Because Maya said so
Explaining to me my existence 
Is...

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