Thomas McCoy... Follow me on Twitter @mccoythareal
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- Gender
- Male
- Nearest Big City
- Greenville/Charlotte
- State
- South Carolina/North Carolina
- What is your marital status
- Single
- What's your zodiac sign?
- Taurus
- What is your occupation?
- Quality Management/Student
- What is your age range?
- 25 - 30
- Country
- United States
- What is your Nationality?
- Black
"Good Man"
I'm convinced; There's no doubt,
I know who I am.
Some may say I'm a myth, or an anomaly;
But I call myself a "Good Man."
When a woman needs to be loved,
The prototype of her search is me.
When a lesser man breaks her heart,
I am who he claims to be.
For I am the best kept secret;
A gift that some women may never know.
But to a Good Woman, I am a gem;
And only to her will my radiance show.
In her love lies my strength,
And my strength fulfills her needs.
In my arms, she is protected;
And with my heart she is complete.
I am so convinced and there's no doubt.
I know exactly who I am.
For those who will ever inquire about me,
Here stands a Good Man.
Written By: Thomas McCoy
"Heard It Before"
She told me that she's been hurt too much,
To ever love again.
Heart broken so many times,
That she doubts it will ever mend.
She said that she has been deceived so much,
That all she know are lies.
Then with a sob she said,
"Crying is the primary use for my eyes."
As I sat across from her,
Gazing into her eyes through the tears.
I then realized that she wanted to be loved,
Just couldn't get past her fears.
That very instant, I wanted to save her, to love her,
Show her there is a better way.
Let her see that I'm a grown man,
Who has out grew the games little boys play.
I then tell her to take a chance with me,
Explaining how I could love her and so much more.
With tear-filled eyes she said to me,
"I've heard that before."
Written By: Thomas McCoy
I wrote this poem to because too often I've heard females say that they have been hurt a lot. Some even go as far as to say that they have never had a good relationship. These things happen--but the problem is these women may begin to think that there aren't any good men out there... And even worst, they may miss out on good men because they expect them to be just like their past men. This only makes it harder for the good man to convince a female that his intentions are good and genuine. On one hand, he has to distinguish himself from the imposters who pretend to be what a good man takes pride in being... And on the other hand, he has to try to mend the heart of a female who has been played, used, deceived, and taken for granted so much that she honestly believes that no man will ever truly love her. And what's crazy about that situation is only a good man will be able to accomplish that feat. So in short women, us good men are still out here--I'm just sorry you have to sift through all the imposters to find one...
I'm convinced; There's no doubt,
I know who I am.
Some may say I'm a myth, or an anomaly;
But I call myself a "Good Man."
When a woman needs to be loved,
The prototype of her search is me.
When a lesser man breaks her heart,
I am who he claims to be.
For I am the best kept secret;
A gift that some women may never know.
But to a Good Woman, I am a gem;
And only to her will my radiance show.
In her love lies my strength,
And my strength fulfills her needs.
In my arms, she is protected;
And with my heart she is complete.
I am so convinced and there's no doubt.
I know exactly who I am.
For those who will ever inquire about me,
Here stands a Good Man.
Written By: Thomas McCoy
"Heard It Before"
She told me that she's been hurt too much,
To ever love again.
Heart broken so many times,
That she doubts it will ever mend.
She said that she has been deceived so much,
That all she know are lies.
Then with a sob she said,
"Crying is the primary use for my eyes."
As I sat across from her,
Gazing into her eyes through the tears.
I then realized that she wanted to be loved,
Just couldn't get past her fears.
That very instant, I wanted to save her, to love her,
Show her there is a better way.
Let her see that I'm a grown man,
Who has out grew the games little boys play.
I then tell her to take a chance with me,
Explaining how I could love her and so much more.
With tear-filled eyes she said to me,
"I've heard that before."
Written By: Thomas McCoy
I wrote this poem to because too often I've heard females say that they have been hurt a lot. Some even go as far as to say that they have never had a good relationship. These things happen--but the problem is these women may begin to think that there aren't any good men out there... And even worst, they may miss out on good men because they expect them to be just like their past men. This only makes it harder for the good man to convince a female that his intentions are good and genuine. On one hand, he has to distinguish himself from the imposters who pretend to be what a good man takes pride in being... And on the other hand, he has to try to mend the heart of a female who has been played, used, deceived, and taken for granted so much that she honestly believes that no man will ever truly love her. And what's crazy about that situation is only a good man will be able to accomplish that feat. So in short women, us good men are still out here--I'm just sorry you have to sift through all the imposters to find one...
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40 Years From Today
Who would have thought you’d be here beside me,
Love in your eyes as we watch our grandchild play.
Who would have thought our love could be so alive,
Even 40 years from today.
On the 30th year we watched our child get married,
And it reminded us so much of our vow.
Tears filled our eyes as they set out on their journey,
With our love showing them how.
20 years from now, I will just stare at you,
And still see the woman that made me fall… Continue
Love in your eyes as we watch our grandchild play.
Who would have thought our love could be so alive,
Even 40 years from today.
On the 30th year we watched our child get married,
And it reminded us so much of our vow.
Tears filled our eyes as they set out on their journey,
With our love showing them how.
20 years from now, I will just stare at you,
And still see the woman that made me fall… Continue
Posted on December 10, 2009 at 2:37pm — 1 Comment
The Endangered Species
What happened to the woman with class?
Please tell me where is her kind.
Maybe she has evolved, gone extinct,
Or maybe she’s just harder to define.
Where is the woman who takes pride in her feminine beauty?
The woman who purposely stands out from the rest?
The woman with high regard for herself?
The woman who demands that same respect?
Where is the woman who can keep a Good Man,
And make that man feel wanted?
Where is the woman who… Continue
Please tell me where is her kind.
Maybe she has evolved, gone extinct,
Or maybe she’s just harder to define.
Where is the woman who takes pride in her feminine beauty?
The woman who purposely stands out from the rest?
The woman with high regard for herself?
The woman who demands that same respect?
Where is the woman who can keep a Good Man,
And make that man feel wanted?
Where is the woman who… Continue
Posted on December 10, 2009 at 1:56am — 4 Comments
Pretend
Your eyes scream you want me,
And curiosity almost always leads to sin.
Infidelity can crumble any foundation,
So to remedy any heartbreaks, just pretend.
Imagination can always act out your desires,
In the sanctity of your mind.
There, no barriers can be placed on you and me,
And no repercussions of any kind.
We could be as intimate as you like,
We could be even closer than your skin.
We could even be together when he’s… Continue
And curiosity almost always leads to sin.
Infidelity can crumble any foundation,
So to remedy any heartbreaks, just pretend.
Imagination can always act out your desires,
In the sanctity of your mind.
There, no barriers can be placed on you and me,
And no repercussions of any kind.
We could be as intimate as you like,
We could be even closer than your skin.
We could even be together when he’s… Continue
Posted on December 8, 2009 at 2:02am — 1 Comment
The Stranger
Excuse me Ms, don’t mean to bother you,
But I swear I’ve known you before.
You look just like the woman I gave my all to.
The woman I use to adore.
The resemblance is remarkable,
The sparkle in your eyes are the same.
Your voices are exactly identical,
And you even share her name.
But you couldn’t be her.
The woman I speak of vowed to hurt me never.
She assured me that my heart was safe,
And she promised me… Continue
But I swear I’ve known you before.
You look just like the woman I gave my all to.
The woman I use to adore.
The resemblance is remarkable,
The sparkle in your eyes are the same.
Your voices are exactly identical,
And you even share her name.
But you couldn’t be her.
The woman I speak of vowed to hurt me never.
She assured me that my heart was safe,
And she promised me… Continue
Posted on December 6, 2009 at 4:21pm — 3 Comments
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I hope all is well with you. I'm just stopping by to say Hello, Happy Saturday and to wish you a very Happy Thanksgiving. I hope all is well and that you're still writing. You express yourself so well and meticulously is will add. Yyour post was flawless. You have a great voice too. I heard you sing Dave Hollister's song.
best wishes to a very sincere, hardworking and talented brother
Stay safe and Blessed,
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