On The Pulse Of Morning (Maya Angelou Poems)
A Rock, A River, A TreeHosts to species long since departed,Mark the mastodon.The dinosaur, who left dry tokensOf their sojourn ...
A Rock, A River, A TreeHosts to species long since departed,Mark the mastodon.The dinosaur, who left dry tokensOf their sojourn ...
I note the obvious differencesin the human family.Some of us are serious,some thrive on comedy.Some declare their lives are livedas ...
No sprouted wheat and soya shootsAnd Brussels in a cake,Carrot straw and spinach raw,(Today, I need a steak).Not thick brown ...
Preacher, don't send mewhen I dieto some big ghettoin the skywhere rats eat catsof the leopard typeand Sunday brunchis grits ...
They have spent theircontent of simpering,holding their lips thisand that way, windingthe lines betweentheir brows. Old folksallow their bellies to ...
Petulant priests, greedycenturions, and one millionincensed gestures standbetween your love and me.Your agape sacrificeis reduced to colored glass,vapid penance, and ...
Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave Irreverent. Those sweet ...
When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, ...
Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of ...
The night has been long, The wound has been deep, The pit has been dark, And the walls have been ...
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry ...
Some clichty folks don't know the facts, posin' and preenin' and puttin' on acts, stretchin' their backs. They move into ...
There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win ...
Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips Where bones idle under years of fatback And lima ...
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is ...
Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry. Let others ...
I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the ...
I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs, Rotting ...
Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at the slope of my cheek. On ...
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when ...
A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his ...
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple ...
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino ...
With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does ...
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when ...
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