A Conceit is a poem composed by Maya Angelou. A Conceit Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry. Let others have the privacy of touching words and love of loss of love. For me Give me your hand.
The Traveller is a poem composed by Maya Angelou. The Traveller Byways and bygone And lone nights long Sun rays and sea waves And star and stoneManless and friendless No cave my home This is my torture My long nights, lone
Men is a poem composed by Maya Angelou. Men When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men. Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are always Going somewhere. They knew I was there. Fifteen Years old and starving for …
Touched By An Angel is a poem composed by Maya Angelou. 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 old memories …
Woman Work is a poem composed by Maya Angelou. Woman Work I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry The baby to dry I got company to feed The garden to weed I’ve got shirts to press The tots to …
Life Doesn’t Frighten Me is a poem composed by Maya Angelou. Life Doesn’t Frighten Me Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn’t frighten me at allBad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud Life doesn’t frighten me at allMean old Mother Goose Lions on the loose They don’t frighten me at …
On the Pulse of Morning is a poem composed by Maya Angelou. On the Pulse of Morning A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Marked the mastodon, The dinosaur, who left dried tokens Of their sojourn here On our planet floor, Any broad alarm of their hastening doom Is lost …
Human Family is a poem composed by Maya Angelou. Human Family I note the obvious differences in the human family. Some of us are serious, some thrive on comedy.Some declare their lives are lived as true profundity, and others claim they really live the real reality.The variety of our skin tones can confuse, bemuse, delight, …
Mother, A Cradle To Hold Me is a poem composed by Maya Angelou. Mother, A Cradle To Hold Me It is true I was created in you. It is also true That you were created for me. I owned your voice. It was shaped and tuned to soothe me. Your arms were molded Into a …
Equality is a poem composed by Maya Angelou. Equality You declare you see me dimly through a glass which will not shine, though I stand before you boldly, trim in rank and marking time. You do own to hear me faintly as a whisper out of range, while my drums beat out the message and …
