'I don't think I can ever stop writing poetry now that I've started. It's as therapeutic for me as it is enjoyable! ' ~Nika
Ello~ I'm Nika McGuin. I feel like I was born a poet, but it is only recently that I am tapping into it(though rest assured, I feel like becoming a great poet is a life-long ordeal.)
I attempted poetry in middle school but back then I didn't know that poetry was so much more than rhyming. Not to mention my handwriting was so bad nobody could understand it anyway(lol) . Eventually I gave up because it seemed like I wasn't very good at it.
Near the end of 2013 I took a modern poetry class out of curiosity and it has changed ... more »
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Nika McGuin Poems
As I passed the threshold a mysterious song was playing with words so ominous a halting pause ensued
Right As Rain
Right as rain they say but how can rain be right If you're driving it can be quite wrong
I'd say, I've never seen the sea but, I'm fibbing possibly
Slice Of Life
staring at a dry-erase board and I realize there are no dry erases in life in fact they're usually sopping wet with tears a clean cut too does not exist
I Am Not Catholic
I frequent this warm cinnamon bench at my college's open air catholic altar. But I am not catholic,
Birds Of Paradise
near a hidden nest acrobatic birds are propped airily on the mortar of brick walls perfectly unaware of their talent
Nothing Human Can Be Alien To Me
I woke up one morning, and I found the world was full of addicts all around: narcotic users coffee drinkers
Flames: Yellow & Blue (Is It Poetry Coll...
Yellow: To dream about the yellow flame of May, I dream I'm covered by the smell of grass by me it is.
A Small Girl
A small girl walks past shrinking inwardly becoming smaller with every glance as she races down hallways.
Under The Sun Thoughts Wander
Walking home, I've got sun in my eyes. It's got me in its heat-filled gaze. People walk by, following them my mind wanders,
A Single Memory
All day, Ssanyu had wanted to go Swimming with the other kids who's Mothers let them run about unbridled *
Because Of Maya Angelou
There's a reason why the morning sky was dreary and gray
When Silence Speaks
Listen to the silence for long enough and it'll soon begin telling you things
State Of Mind, Or Mind Of State
Bangles only jingle on the arm but if you have bad luck, they say it doesn't matter where you sit
Comments about Nika McGuin
As I passed the threshold
a mysterious song was playing
with words so ominous
a halting pause ensued
provoking me to think, and think, and think
'I'll never get the chance again..
I'll never get the chance again..
I'll never get the chance again..'
Was it missed opportunity
or simply not destined to be
is it that the world is full of people we'll never meet
or is it that we only intersect
with those whom we're meant to meld with
Perchance, I should just go
with the flow
and not try to know
still, wise men say we should always ask: ...