Loving You Loving Me

We saw one another across the room
felt the heat rush upon our bodies
knew that we would meet again.

You took my hand
laughed with me
listened to me
understood me.

I saw you for the first time.
Your beauty within.
The secret place that stores my heart.

You care for me when I am not looking.
Take the time to protect my reputation
when others would rather tarnish it.

Defend me, trust me, motivate me
to do me!

You are my sunrise, my sunset
the air that refreshes me!

I couldn't have done any better when I met you!
Never do I worry over whether you will be true to me.
Never do I wonder whether another will steal your heart from me.
For I know that you are Godsent!

Hold me, tell me that I am not dreaming.
Captivate me with your words, your art, your music, your dance...
for God molded you with his very best.

I love you more than any one I ever met, because you love yourself!


Written by Nicholl McGuire http://www.associatedcontent.com/nichollmcguire

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

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

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

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.


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

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