No one knows, but God,
when I felt...
crushed.
Cement blocks fell on my already cracked bones!
The news --the worst of my life!
I screamed, and that's when I ran off the cliff.
A cliff that welcomed my torn heart, blown mind, crazy tailspin (sigh).
I honestly hated my life.
Swallowed up by anger, my body was already a ticking time bomb.
Frozen I was before I dived to my death.
A new day...
tried to break free from the rubble, lifeless.
My past caught up with me--only God knows.
Somehow I survived another heartbreak.
Healing for my shattered body, an angel passed over my head.
The one who once had my heart, who helped me build a wall,
he fell on top of me.
Our rhythm was no more.
Crushed his spirit, left me.
A personal challenge to remove the stones off my healed body.
Hate still evident, more work yet to do, no one knows but God.
A hate for the him that put me in this mess,
a love for The One who gave me the test.
Strong I am!
Death gone-- that is until we meet again.
Nicholl McGuire
Frustrated New Girlfriend
What would it take
to move, to shake,
to bake by a lake
with a workaholic?
What would it take,
for goodness sake,
to make a man
tell the truth...
What?
Asked you,
'cause I thought you knew.
Nicholl McGuire
to move, to shake,
to bake by a lake
with a workaholic?
What would it take,
for goodness sake,
to make a man
tell the truth...
What?
Asked you,
'cause I thought you knew.
Nicholl McGuire
Share Your Love Poems - lovepoetry.com
Every now and then I stumble across websites that are encouraging. I mentioned http://www.lovepoetry.com in the past, because they have a database of many poems you can share.
With so much duplicating of others' creative works, it isn't any wonder why we live in a land that enjoys suing people, because there are those individuals who don't give credit where credit is due.
I ask my readers to use my material, but give me credit. Post a link back to this site. Share my YouTube link with those in your network. I enjoy writing poetry and would like to continue posting to this site.
If you plan on creating a blog or web page of your own, you may want to do the following before you start.
1. Draft your blog description. What is your poetry about?
2. Research keywords and include your name in your tags.
3. Check out images, colors, and themes to make your site inviting.
4. Learn about website marketing.
5. Save money to buy various tools to help you do more with your poetry. Research ideas on what others have done with their work.
Although this is a very short list to get you started, I hope it inspires some of you to share your creative work. Also, if need be, be sure your work is dated and also look into creative common licenses.
Nicholl McGuire author of Spiritual Poems by Nicholl on Blurb.com and Laboring to Love an Abusive Mate http://laboringtoloveanabusivemate.blogspot.com
With so much duplicating of others' creative works, it isn't any wonder why we live in a land that enjoys suing people, because there are those individuals who don't give credit where credit is due.
I ask my readers to use my material, but give me credit. Post a link back to this site. Share my YouTube link with those in your network. I enjoy writing poetry and would like to continue posting to this site.
If you plan on creating a blog or web page of your own, you may want to do the following before you start.
1. Draft your blog description. What is your poetry about?
2. Research keywords and include your name in your tags.
3. Check out images, colors, and themes to make your site inviting.
4. Learn about website marketing.
5. Save money to buy various tools to help you do more with your poetry. Research ideas on what others have done with their work.
Although this is a very short list to get you started, I hope it inspires some of you to share your creative work. Also, if need be, be sure your work is dated and also look into creative common licenses.
Nicholl McGuire author of Spiritual Poems by Nicholl on Blurb.com and Laboring to Love an Abusive Mate http://laboringtoloveanabusivemate.blogspot.com
One of a Kind
"Hold me close
kiss my body
feel my warmth
come, let us come
to a new place--
a meeting of the minds.
It's a spiritual thing
between you and me.
I awake and you are all that I see.
Wish you could be me and I you.
Want to do all that I can do
to please you.
"What about...?"
"Who?"
It use to be a few.
But I chose sexy you.
Love you like no other!
Forgot about my mother.
Caused my heart to do flips!
Got plans for trips!
Want to see the world with you.
Make me want to do, to do!
Inspiration I found in you!
You know...
love like this has got to be true!"
Oh yes, he said these things
and backed them up with a few rings.
One of promise, one of engagement
and one that was holy, heaven-sent.
I believed every word, everything was fine
and then one day I answered the phone line.
Nicholl McGuire
kiss my body
feel my warmth
come, let us come
to a new place--
a meeting of the minds.
It's a spiritual thing
between you and me.
I awake and you are all that I see.
Wish you could be me and I you.
Want to do all that I can do
to please you.
"What about...?"
"Who?"
It use to be a few.
But I chose sexy you.
Love you like no other!
Forgot about my mother.
Caused my heart to do flips!
Got plans for trips!
Want to see the world with you.
Make me want to do, to do!
Inspiration I found in you!
You know...
love like this has got to be true!"
Oh yes, he said these things
and backed them up with a few rings.
One of promise, one of engagement
and one that was holy, heaven-sent.
I believed every word, everything was fine
and then one day I answered the phone line.
Nicholl McGuire
Ghetto Love
He says, "This is wrong...and that is wrong."
His complaints have become a played out song.
He doesn't like what is right,
rather go on sight.
He loves darkness, frowns at light.
I don't know why I listen to a fool
who barely completed high school.
Said he didn't like teachers,
preachers, and documentary features.
So why is he talking to me?
Because he says he likes what he sees.
Silly men with silly lines
more interested in looking at big behines!
Is this how society makes them nowadays?
Men who sleep in on Sundays.
Men who don't like to pray.
Men who have nothing intelligent to say.
Desperate women say, "Don't complain!"
Lack of sex has them going insane.
Tell you to settle, "Be happy with..." this one and that one
then move you to break up only to go get a bad one.
"I'm done," you say.
But in bed butt-naked by baby's 1st birthday.
Never could enjoy the company of fools,
I rather take them back to their schools.
Nicholl McGuire
His complaints have become a played out song.
He doesn't like what is right,
rather go on sight.
He loves darkness, frowns at light.
I don't know why I listen to a fool
who barely completed high school.
Said he didn't like teachers,
preachers, and documentary features.
So why is he talking to me?
Because he says he likes what he sees.
Silly men with silly lines
more interested in looking at big behines!
Is this how society makes them nowadays?
Men who sleep in on Sundays.
Men who don't like to pray.
Men who have nothing intelligent to say.
Desperate women say, "Don't complain!"
Lack of sex has them going insane.
Tell you to settle, "Be happy with..." this one and that one
then move you to break up only to go get a bad one.
"I'm done," you say.
But in bed butt-naked by baby's 1st birthday.
Never could enjoy the company of fools,
I rather take them back to their schools.
Nicholl McGuire
She's Been Used and Abused
Begging and pleading to be with her,
talked to her mother
told his brother.
“I love her, I want her to be my wife.
I need her, we’ll have the perfect life.”
But he brought far too much strife.
Smart girl didn’t follow her own plan.
Listened to her mother’s beliefs
in yet another manipulative man.
He knew his Love, had left, she ran!
But he went after her with tears in eyes,
found slick words to cover up lies--
got her yet again to compromise.
Created a family with a devil following man.
Gullible woman became his number one fan.
Forsake all others while he hangs with his brothers.
Often believes what he says is true.
Friends she has, about a few.
Like her man, their men like to play,
they lie and lay, lie and lay--could care less
about a wedding day. Their boys tell them what to say.
Regrets of past decisions are hid.
Keep dark secrets under a lid,
because if certain relatives
knew the truth,
that poor man would lose a tooth.
Nicholl McGuire
talked to her mother
told his brother.
“I love her, I want her to be my wife.
I need her, we’ll have the perfect life.”
But he brought far too much strife.
Smart girl didn’t follow her own plan.
Listened to her mother’s beliefs
in yet another manipulative man.
He knew his Love, had left, she ran!
But he went after her with tears in eyes,
found slick words to cover up lies--
got her yet again to compromise.
Created a family with a devil following man.
Gullible woman became his number one fan.
Forsake all others while he hangs with his brothers.
Often believes what he says is true.
Friends she has, about a few.
Like her man, their men like to play,
they lie and lay, lie and lay--could care less
about a wedding day. Their boys tell them what to say.
Regrets of past decisions are hid.
Keep dark secrets under a lid,
because if certain relatives
knew the truth,
that poor man would lose a tooth.
Nicholl McGuire
1996 Player
I was working.
He was sleeping.
I was working.
He was sleeping.
At least that is what he wanted me to believe,
but I saw a woman go in, then leave.
She was at his place,
didn’t get to see her face.
He just wanted me for show,
but I turned into an evil foe.
He didn’t see me coming, or hear my voice,
I just wanted to know, “Who was Joyce?”
Then there was Tina, Faye, and Jenny,
and he tried to blame all them on the Henny.
Always up to no good,
another cheating black boy from the hood.
Nicholl McGuire
He was sleeping.
I was working.
He was sleeping.
At least that is what he wanted me to believe,
but I saw a woman go in, then leave.
She was at his place,
didn’t get to see her face.
He just wanted me for show,
but I turned into an evil foe.
He didn’t see me coming, or hear my voice,
I just wanted to know, “Who was Joyce?”
Then there was Tina, Faye, and Jenny,
and he tried to blame all them on the Henny.
Always up to no good,
another cheating black boy from the hood.
Nicholl McGuire
Love Like This
Love like this doesn't come without a kiss.
Love like this is something that you miss.
Love like this isn't the kind that you diss.
And love like this didn't hit like Chris.
See I thought you knew,
before you took out a pen to sue.
And I thought you knew
when you did things that left me blue.
See, I thought you were different,
but you wanted someone to pay your rent.
See, I thought you had changed,
but your mind is still lost, deranged!
Still thinking about getting under covers.
Does That One know about your many lovers?
You have a problem, can't you see it?
But I think, you are in denial--missed it.
Still sharing that line, you know the one
about, "...all mine."
If you knew love like this,
you would have never dissed it,
you would have loved it,
you would have been there,
no Truth, no dare.
But all you do is stare,
at girls with short or long wavy hair
or is it boys, who like you, don't care?
You sell pipe dreams,
then want to gleam.
You whisper about hell,
but visit a wishing well.
See, this man, someone I once knew,
sits and shuffles in a church pew,
a wolf who eats white sheep,
one who took a regretted leap.
Then he falls away,
he prays,
counts his days
falls away,
wonders about that day in May.
Love like this
don't miss
the lesson,
your blessin'
don't play stupid, petty games
chasing a dame thinking you'll tame.
Man, he always does things the same, the same!
There he goes again--talking lame, talking lame.
Real love can't be found
in things that are wet and round.
Real love can't be found
when your down, down, down
in a bed way across some town.
Real love opens your sight,
let light come and give you real insight!
Nicholl McGuire
Love like this is something that you miss.
Love like this isn't the kind that you diss.
And love like this didn't hit like Chris.
See I thought you knew,
before you took out a pen to sue.
And I thought you knew
when you did things that left me blue.
See, I thought you were different,
but you wanted someone to pay your rent.
See, I thought you had changed,
but your mind is still lost, deranged!
Still thinking about getting under covers.
Does That One know about your many lovers?
You have a problem, can't you see it?
But I think, you are in denial--missed it.
Still sharing that line, you know the one
about, "...all mine."
If you knew love like this,
you would have never dissed it,
you would have loved it,
you would have been there,
no Truth, no dare.
But all you do is stare,
at girls with short or long wavy hair
or is it boys, who like you, don't care?
You sell pipe dreams,
then want to gleam.
You whisper about hell,
but visit a wishing well.
See, this man, someone I once knew,
sits and shuffles in a church pew,
a wolf who eats white sheep,
one who took a regretted leap.
Then he falls away,
he prays,
counts his days
falls away,
wonders about that day in May.
Love like this
don't miss
the lesson,
your blessin'
don't play stupid, petty games
chasing a dame thinking you'll tame.
Man, he always does things the same, the same!
There he goes again--talking lame, talking lame.
Real love can't be found
in things that are wet and round.
Real love can't be found
when your down, down, down
in a bed way across some town.
Real love opens your sight,
let light come and give you real insight!
Nicholl McGuire
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