Married
Convict
On the down low
Baby mama drama
Jobless
Unattractive
Unintelligent
Angry.
A selection of men
Given to the single woman
Who is
Single
Not in jail
On the up top
No baby daddy blues
Employed
Attractive
Intelligent
Happy.
Surfing on the Internet
Riding with party-goers
Watching men at work
Helping
Hoping
Wishing
Waiting
For the right one
The one
Who is just like her.
It isn't easy,
But good things are worth waiting for.
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Some Men Can't Break Up, Some Women Can't Let Go
Cheating,yelling, lying
cowards
can't tell you how they really feel
ignorant.
Let's play the guessing game
for five plus years
what's wrong
want to talk
what's on your mind?
Nothing he says.
Hugs rare
Kisses turned into pecks
No eye contact
Keep walking while talking
Silent.
We broke up after the first year
but I didn't get the memo.
Thought they were just relationship growing pains.
But he saw something different.
He said it isn't you
it's me.
I said it isn't me
it's you.
Too many men in the world without the baggage
they don't have his childhood wounds, relationship scars, mental issues
it's just too damn easy to move on...
So I'll stay
and he agreed.
This is our happily ever after.
cowards
can't tell you how they really feel
ignorant.
Let's play the guessing game
for five plus years
what's wrong
want to talk
what's on your mind?
Nothing he says.
Hugs rare
Kisses turned into pecks
No eye contact
Keep walking while talking
Silent.
We broke up after the first year
but I didn't get the memo.
Thought they were just relationship growing pains.
But he saw something different.
He said it isn't you
it's me.
I said it isn't me
it's you.
Too many men in the world without the baggage
they don't have his childhood wounds, relationship scars, mental issues
it's just too damn easy to move on...
So I'll stay
and he agreed.
This is our happily ever after.
Love Poetry So Easily Misunderstood
A love poem paints abstract pictures
of one's heart, mind, soul
with broad, bold strokes or thin, suttle ones:
the good, the bad, the ugly.
A love poem advises, wishes, dreams, lies or curses.
To those ignorant of its functions,
not always does a poem tell the story of the one painting the picture.
There are no rules, no regulations, no obligations
when the poet pours out his or her soul or tells another's story,
love poems do not always stay in between lines.
Just as lovers deceive one another with their false smiles and reassurances,
love poems, at times, may suffocate the readers' common sense
for they are enhanced, specially designed to take lovers far away from all that is or draw them near in hopes that they will change.
Love poems may be therapeutic for some, but oftentimes are not
they just exist, nothing to gain, nothing to lose.
Psychologists, therapists, and friends who don't understand,
analyze the writer as if he or she has left themselves wide open
for opinion, therapy, or study
their efforts are fruitless.
A love poem simply is just what it is
a story whether fact or fiction it's just a story.
If only eyes who read love poems would refrain from focusing on the why
and looked toward the what of their own lives.
What is it about you that makes you run or hide from love?
What is it about you that makes you embrace or fall in love?
For the poet tells the story to the reader who listens and learns,
but woe to the one who doesn't.
Written By Nicholl McGuire
of one's heart, mind, soul
with broad, bold strokes or thin, suttle ones:
the good, the bad, the ugly.
A love poem advises, wishes, dreams, lies or curses.
To those ignorant of its functions,
not always does a poem tell the story of the one painting the picture.
There are no rules, no regulations, no obligations
when the poet pours out his or her soul or tells another's story,
love poems do not always stay in between lines.
Just as lovers deceive one another with their false smiles and reassurances,
love poems, at times, may suffocate the readers' common sense
for they are enhanced, specially designed to take lovers far away from all that is or draw them near in hopes that they will change.
Love poems may be therapeutic for some, but oftentimes are not
they just exist, nothing to gain, nothing to lose.
Psychologists, therapists, and friends who don't understand,
analyze the writer as if he or she has left themselves wide open
for opinion, therapy, or study
their efforts are fruitless.
A love poem simply is just what it is
a story whether fact or fiction it's just a story.
If only eyes who read love poems would refrain from focusing on the why
and looked toward the what of their own lives.
What is it about you that makes you run or hide from love?
What is it about you that makes you embrace or fall in love?
For the poet tells the story to the reader who listens and learns,
but woe to the one who doesn't.
Written By Nicholl McGuire
A Simple Poem for One in Love
Taking a moment out of my day
I sit and pray
writing love letters to God about you.
I pray for a beautiful life with little if any strife
and hope with every lesson brings love.
Thoughts run through my mind
never enough time to tell you how much I love you.
Your voice, touch and eyes
disturb my tender thighs
need a moment to breathe...
Looking forward to a call
listening close to it all
the words you bring they so move me.
Thank you for your time
Thank you for being mine.
Until we meet again.
Written By Nicholl McGuire
I sit and pray
writing love letters to God about you.
I pray for a beautiful life with little if any strife
and hope with every lesson brings love.
Thoughts run through my mind
never enough time to tell you how much I love you.
Your voice, touch and eyes
disturb my tender thighs
need a moment to breathe...
Looking forward to a call
listening close to it all
the words you bring they so move me.
Thank you for your time
Thank you for being mine.
Until we meet again.
Written By Nicholl McGuire
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Say No To Sex & Hello to Love
Thought about the pain I went through.
Didn’t want to do it again.
But I didn’t have the courage to say no
could have walked away
could have said not now
Not tonight
Not anytime.
My "no" was nothing more than a mumble.
It wasn’t loud, it wasn’t strong.
Did I really need this man?
Did I really want him?
Never liked sitting around for too long.
Listening too long.
Visiting for long.
Women like me become bored rather easily.
We take sudden trips.
Make sudden purchases.
Plan sudden moves.
Change lovers suddenly.
This isn’t what I wanted.
This isn’t what I needed.
Love was what I had hoped
but flesh got in the way
like it always has...
it cries for warmth, a touch, a kiss, a release
then it is satisfied until next time.
Yet love is forever.
It holds on and never lets go.
It doesn't wash off while promising to call later.
Its permanent and doesn't need a pledge, it just is...
so why do we prevent love from taking over
by hasty decisions to have sex?
Why do we torture ourselves with insecurities afterward
and kill potential friendships?
Why do we become selfish, and moody when we desire more of it?
Why does sex rob us of our strength and make us so tired?
One day I hope to say no to sex and hello to love.
Didn’t want to do it again.
But I didn’t have the courage to say no
could have walked away
could have said not now
Not tonight
Not anytime.
My "no" was nothing more than a mumble.
It wasn’t loud, it wasn’t strong.
Did I really need this man?
Did I really want him?
Never liked sitting around for too long.
Listening too long.
Visiting for long.
Women like me become bored rather easily.
We take sudden trips.
Make sudden purchases.
Plan sudden moves.
Change lovers suddenly.
This isn’t what I wanted.
This isn’t what I needed.
Love was what I had hoped
but flesh got in the way
like it always has...
it cries for warmth, a touch, a kiss, a release
then it is satisfied until next time.
Yet love is forever.
It holds on and never lets go.
It doesn't wash off while promising to call later.
Its permanent and doesn't need a pledge, it just is...
so why do we prevent love from taking over
by hasty decisions to have sex?
Why do we torture ourselves with insecurities afterward
and kill potential friendships?
Why do we become selfish, and moody when we desire more of it?
Why does sex rob us of our strength and make us so tired?
One day I hope to say no to sex and hello to love.
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When People Love to Extremes
Love my job so much!
Didn't want to have to leave to make plans
for family, friends and everything else in between.
Love my house!
Sacrifice everything including relationships just for the upkeep.
No one understands how important my house means to me, but me.
Love my car!
Watch your hands, your feet, your butt in my seat.
Don't bother to ride unless you have gas money put aside.
Love my dog!
He's my best friend, will kill a man about him.
Respect him like you do a child and call him by his name.
Love my mother!
Refuse to accept what others say about her even when I know she's wrong.
Broke up with women over her, will never put anyone before her.
Love my child!
Lost and confused. A problem to society, but I will defend.
It wasn't his fault, it was yours.
Love my money!
More than life itself! It sustains me, heals me when God isn't bothered.
Don't ask me for any, you go get your own!
Extreme, selfish, jealous, crazy love.
To fight, argue, steal and kill for the "it."
An "it" dressed up pretty who means well
deadlier than the devil himself.
She shows up with good intentions.
He has her interests in mind.
They both rattle their so-called happy home with long hours at work,
an unexpected purchase, a trouble-making relative, and selfish desires within.
To love someone or something more than yourself, a foolish action.
It causes a negative reaction and in time many will learn the hard way.
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Didn't want to have to leave to make plans
for family, friends and everything else in between.
Love my house!
Sacrifice everything including relationships just for the upkeep.
No one understands how important my house means to me, but me.
Love my car!
Watch your hands, your feet, your butt in my seat.
Don't bother to ride unless you have gas money put aside.
Love my dog!
He's my best friend, will kill a man about him.
Respect him like you do a child and call him by his name.
Love my mother!
Refuse to accept what others say about her even when I know she's wrong.
Broke up with women over her, will never put anyone before her.
Love my child!
Lost and confused. A problem to society, but I will defend.
It wasn't his fault, it was yours.
Love my money!
More than life itself! It sustains me, heals me when God isn't bothered.
Don't ask me for any, you go get your own!
Extreme, selfish, jealous, crazy love.
To fight, argue, steal and kill for the "it."
An "it" dressed up pretty who means well
deadlier than the devil himself.
She shows up with good intentions.
He has her interests in mind.
They both rattle their so-called happy home with long hours at work,
an unexpected purchase, a trouble-making relative, and selfish desires within.
To love someone or something more than yourself, a foolish action.
It causes a negative reaction and in time many will learn the hard way.
Nicholl McGuire
Love Everything About You??
Love everything about you so he says.
The way you smile, your hair
the way you laugh, the way you dance...
But love everything about you, never lasts for long...
For she thought she loved your lips, your height
the way you walked and talked...
It all went away with one missed phone call, one negative comment,
a lie, a strange look.
It all went away...
must have never been love after all.
Nicholl McGuire
The way you smile, your hair
the way you laugh, the way you dance...
But love everything about you, never lasts for long...
For she thought she loved your lips, your height
the way you walked and talked...
It all went away with one missed phone call, one negative comment,
a lie, a strange look.
It all went away...
must have never been love after all.
Nicholl McGuire
Why Do We Love?
Can someone tell me why we bother to love?
Why do we bother to love people, places and things?
For people hurt us more than they love us.
Places don't love back and things get destroyed.
We put ourselves out there in the world.
Hoping that we will get something in return for our investments,
we sit back and we wait and we wait and we wait until...
we explode one day!
"When will you give me what I want?"
Attention, affection, money, power, prestige, respect, honesty --
all just a sample of what we hope to attain.
But the little seed of love we sow in people, places and things
just doesn't sprout fast enough or become big enough for us.
So we curse love, suppress love, scream at love, abuse love
then tell someone how much we hate love!
Why do we bother to love?
Nicholl McGuire
Why do we bother to love people, places and things?
For people hurt us more than they love us.
Places don't love back and things get destroyed.
We put ourselves out there in the world.
Hoping that we will get something in return for our investments,
we sit back and we wait and we wait and we wait until...
we explode one day!
"When will you give me what I want?"
Attention, affection, money, power, prestige, respect, honesty --
all just a sample of what we hope to attain.
But the little seed of love we sow in people, places and things
just doesn't sprout fast enough or become big enough for us.
So we curse love, suppress love, scream at love, abuse love
then tell someone how much we hate love!
Why do we bother to love?
Nicholl McGuire
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Shuffled Vision of You
Shuffling feet
Stop take a breath.
Strong arms
pushed my body into the chair.
Angry thoughts, I saw you.
You smiled it was different
You couldn’t get love at home.
Didn’t have any to give
So you shuffled your feet
To another one’s home.
Took deep breaths
In and out.
Up and down
On a lazy boy chair.
She flung her arms around you
and pushed you down
or so you would like me to think.
I saw you naked!
Naked lie!
Naked truth!
In my shuffled vision.
While I took a deep breath.
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Stop take a breath.
Strong arms
pushed my body into the chair.
Angry thoughts, I saw you.
You smiled it was different
You couldn’t get love at home.
Didn’t have any to give
So you shuffled your feet
To another one’s home.
Took deep breaths
In and out.
Up and down
On a lazy boy chair.
She flung her arms around you
and pushed you down
or so you would like me to think.
I saw you naked!
Naked lie!
Naked truth!
In my shuffled vision.
While I took a deep breath.
Nicholl McGuire
I Still Want To Marry…
If I could take a moment
to think about yesterday.
My heart pounded in my chest
racing within your dreams.
You told me you loved me
wanted to spend the rest of your life
with me.
Images of a white wedding
briefly flashed through my mind.
I cried inside…
You told me of a big house
Saturday morning breakfast
watching cartoons
spending time with the children.
It seemed so right
but I ached inside.
I didn’t want that life anymore.
You opened wounds
I had lived it all before.
A glossy tear filled your right eye
You were hiding your pain.
Tempted to leave the room, yet you stayed.
You were not him.
A mistake from my past.
An uncomfortable quiet,
we looked to the floor.
Negative energy you and I endured,
All the while reaching an understanding.
Nicholl McGuire
to think about yesterday.
My heart pounded in my chest
racing within your dreams.
You told me you loved me
wanted to spend the rest of your life
with me.
Images of a white wedding
briefly flashed through my mind.
I cried inside…
You told me of a big house
Saturday morning breakfast
watching cartoons
spending time with the children.
It seemed so right
but I ached inside.
I didn’t want that life anymore.
You opened wounds
I had lived it all before.
A glossy tear filled your right eye
You were hiding your pain.
Tempted to leave the room, yet you stayed.
You were not him.
A mistake from my past.
An uncomfortable quiet,
we looked to the floor.
Negative energy you and I endured,
All the while reaching an understanding.
Nicholl McGuire
Love
I love, love but it doesn’t love me.
Love is too busy, too self-absorbed.
Wanting nothing better then to give
A little and take a lot
Of my soul
My hole
My freedom
And crush me.
Hurt me until I can’t get
Up from the avalanche of pain
On top of my head…
I hate love and it doesn’t love me.
Nicholl McGuire
Love is too busy, too self-absorbed.
Wanting nothing better then to give
A little and take a lot
Of my soul
My hole
My freedom
And crush me.
Hurt me until I can’t get
Up from the avalanche of pain
On top of my head…
I hate love and it doesn’t love me.
Nicholl McGuire
When Mothers Fall Out of Love
Lost my freedom!
My spirit
My smile
My laugh
My peace
My joy
My strength
to the man in black
the baby in blue
to another in red
couldn’t make sense of all this.
This is why strangers look stressed,
confused, bitter, unresolved issues.
Too many screams, not enough money.
And I envied this life?
What was I thinking?
That’s right, I wasn’t.
God was.
A vessel - all I am is a vessel.
Hold my hand through this maze
of confusion!
Happy mom, sad mom.
Angry wife, peaceful wife.
Hateful friend, loving friend.
Help!
I’m falling out of love!
N. McGuire
My spirit
My smile
My laugh
My peace
My joy
My strength
to the man in black
the baby in blue
to another in red
couldn’t make sense of all this.
This is why strangers look stressed,
confused, bitter, unresolved issues.
Too many screams, not enough money.
And I envied this life?
What was I thinking?
That’s right, I wasn’t.
God was.
A vessel - all I am is a vessel.
Hold my hand through this maze
of confusion!
Happy mom, sad mom.
Angry wife, peaceful wife.
Hateful friend, loving friend.
Help!
I’m falling out of love!
N. McGuire
Money and the Working Parent
Born into the world needy
grew up and became greedy.
First baby boy born
my heart now torn.
Split between job and time
can't seem to save a dime.
Don't want to have to choose
for I know my child will lose.
Living check to check
a credit card wreck.
Loan upon loan
only a sigh and a moan.
Dirty diapers and cries
the American dream lies.
Hold my limp hand
tired legs can't stand.
Freezer meal junkie
laundry smells funky.
Sink full of dishes
and pot of gold wishes.
Tired husband, wife
feeling the stress, strife.
Nights provide a break
One day by a lake.
Giving up on some things
while the church bell rings.
No more, no more
my heart no longer tore.
Choose between job or time?
my love is above a dime.
Written by: Nicholl A. McGuire
grew up and became greedy.
First baby boy born
my heart now torn.
Split between job and time
can't seem to save a dime.
Don't want to have to choose
for I know my child will lose.
Living check to check
a credit card wreck.
Loan upon loan
only a sigh and a moan.
Dirty diapers and cries
the American dream lies.
Hold my limp hand
tired legs can't stand.
Freezer meal junkie
laundry smells funky.
Sink full of dishes
and pot of gold wishes.
Tired husband, wife
feeling the stress, strife.
Nights provide a break
One day by a lake.
Giving up on some things
while the church bell rings.
No more, no more
my heart no longer tore.
Choose between job or time?
my love is above a dime.
Written by: Nicholl A. McGuire
Time is Love
Small boy walks, grows up talks.
"Mama look and see,I can write a three."
"Go play dear!" Boy wipes a tear.
Small girl cries, dad always lies.
"I'll make time, here take this dime."
"I don't want it, sit here a bit."
"No not now, I'll make a vow.
You go play, I'll be back your way."
Small boy walks, grows up talks.
"Things to do, no time for you."
Small girl cries, dad always lies!
"Have no time, busy making a dime."
A picture of a dove, no time to love.
Written by Nicholl A McGuire
"Mama look and see,I can write a three."
"Go play dear!" Boy wipes a tear.
Small girl cries, dad always lies.
"I'll make time, here take this dime."
"I don't want it, sit here a bit."
"No not now, I'll make a vow.
You go play, I'll be back your way."
Small boy walks, grows up talks.
"Things to do, no time for you."
Small girl cries, dad always lies!
"Have no time, busy making a dime."
A picture of a dove, no time to love.
Written by Nicholl A McGuire
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