He walked with a strut
had a nice round butt.
Talked real low
his rap did flow.
I ran after him
waited for the lights to grow dim.
Had no cover
Had no brother.
He could have done what he wanted
since I taunted.
But he was kind
a hard to find.
He said his name was Love
claimed he was from above.
But I couldn't see
too busy pushing me.
He met me at the well.
Told me he liked to sail.
Asked me if I knew
if the words he spoke were true.
He talked about being
someone I remember seeing.
But my flesh was in the way
didn't like what he had to say.
So away he went.
Later I realized who was sent.
Nicholl McGuire
http://spiritualpoemsbynicholl.blogspot.com
Show Me Some Love
You say you want to keep me around
want to lift me off the ground.
But what are you doing to win my heart?
Positive words you said at the start.
But things get old
so I am told
especially if you don't glisten gold.
What were you really trying to gain?
Just another man driving me insane?
Until now I thought I really knew you
but the truth of the matter is "What do you do?"
You told me you had money
your words dripped like honey.
I didn't really care
since I had my own to spare.
Is this the game men play
when they want a lay?
Is this what they say
while we think wedding day?
There is more to love
than money and sex.
Show me some love
don't perplex.
Nicholl McGuire
http://spiritualpoemsbynicholl.blogspot.com
want to lift me off the ground.
But what are you doing to win my heart?
Positive words you said at the start.
But things get old
so I am told
especially if you don't glisten gold.
What were you really trying to gain?
Just another man driving me insane?
Until now I thought I really knew you
but the truth of the matter is "What do you do?"
You told me you had money
your words dripped like honey.
I didn't really care
since I had my own to spare.
Is this the game men play
when they want a lay?
Is this what they say
while we think wedding day?
There is more to love
than money and sex.
Show me some love
don't perplex.
Nicholl McGuire
http://spiritualpoemsbynicholl.blogspot.com
For the Love of Hip Hop
You spoke words in my ear over top of the beat of a drum
every morning
you made me feel good
ready to start my day
I heard you moan in your songs
reach high notes
and embrace my spirit with your low notes.
Your lyrics freed me from the pain, fear, and anxiety I felt
for I was going to a school that broke rules.
Students didn't care whether they lived or died.
You were my highschool sweetheart
your name Hip Hop.
You decorated me with your bright colors
big hoop earrings
sculptured hair
you told me that the white man was my enemy.
But I loved him anyway, he was my Hip Hop.
He bought for me, stroked me,
told me he cared about me.
Called me beautiful, paid attention to me.
He supplied me with the hip in your hop
to keep me coming back for more.
I rocked to your beat.
I felt your melody.
I envisioned a future with you.
I was going to be your b-girl and you would be my b-boy.
But I found out your words lie, curse, and made me do things I really didn't want to.
Made me feel like I was on top of the world, when I really wasn't.
Promised me a better life with every hip into bed and every hop elsewhere.
Hip Hop was a pimp recruiting hoes and I was no better, didn't get paid for the lyrics I wrote and the gyrating I did.
Visions of sex, lust, strong drink, money, and angry words flooded my mind.
I got my daily fill of hip hop's promises for every music video I watched, for every song I bobbed my head to, for every fan I listened to.
You didn't love me.
You loved what I could do for you.
And in the end you were no different than the devil himself.
Nicholl McGuire
http://associatedcontent.com/nichollmcguire
every morning
you made me feel good
ready to start my day
I heard you moan in your songs
reach high notes
and embrace my spirit with your low notes.
Your lyrics freed me from the pain, fear, and anxiety I felt
for I was going to a school that broke rules.
Students didn't care whether they lived or died.
You were my highschool sweetheart
your name Hip Hop.
You decorated me with your bright colors
big hoop earrings
sculptured hair
you told me that the white man was my enemy.
But I loved him anyway, he was my Hip Hop.
He bought for me, stroked me,
told me he cared about me.
Called me beautiful, paid attention to me.
He supplied me with the hip in your hop
to keep me coming back for more.
I rocked to your beat.
I felt your melody.
I envisioned a future with you.
I was going to be your b-girl and you would be my b-boy.
But I found out your words lie, curse, and made me do things I really didn't want to.
Made me feel like I was on top of the world, when I really wasn't.
Promised me a better life with every hip into bed and every hop elsewhere.
Hip Hop was a pimp recruiting hoes and I was no better, didn't get paid for the lyrics I wrote and the gyrating I did.
Visions of sex, lust, strong drink, money, and angry words flooded my mind.
I got my daily fill of hip hop's promises for every music video I watched, for every song I bobbed my head to, for every fan I listened to.
You didn't love me.
You loved what I could do for you.
And in the end you were no different than the devil himself.
Nicholl McGuire
http://associatedcontent.com/nichollmcguire
Lying Lovers
"An honest answer is like a kiss on the lips," according to a passage of scripture in the book of Proverbs. As much as I would like to write a love poem today, I am not. I rather speak on this issue of honesty. What exactly is honesty? Well nowadays people have their own version of honesty, the one they tell and the one they don't. I have learned over the years that a lover's eyes speak more than anything he or she could ever say or do.
Lovers lie when things get old in relationships. They lie about falling out of love, they lie about what happened during their days when they have been apart from their mate (even when they don't say anything), they lie about the way one another looks, the way they feel, and even when they say thank you, they lie. How can one become one with a liar?
I have learned that as much as we suppress very real emotions about how we feel about our lovers, the truth is we have to allow those feelings to manifest themselves. Once we realize the truth then we proceed to the next step in our relationships whatever that might be.
Men and women play games with hearts and minds whether on purpose or by accident and when this happens something or someone dies. So with that said, I have decades of experience with love, heartbreak, unfaithfulness, and more as you will see in my writings. Enjoy and feel free to share my poetry with your lover.
Nicholl McGuire
http://nichollmcguire.blogspot.com/
Lovers lie when things get old in relationships. They lie about falling out of love, they lie about what happened during their days when they have been apart from their mate (even when they don't say anything), they lie about the way one another looks, the way they feel, and even when they say thank you, they lie. How can one become one with a liar?
I have learned that as much as we suppress very real emotions about how we feel about our lovers, the truth is we have to allow those feelings to manifest themselves. Once we realize the truth then we proceed to the next step in our relationships whatever that might be.
Men and women play games with hearts and minds whether on purpose or by accident and when this happens something or someone dies. So with that said, I have decades of experience with love, heartbreak, unfaithfulness, and more as you will see in my writings. Enjoy and feel free to share my poetry with your lover.
Nicholl McGuire
http://nichollmcguire.blogspot.com/
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