Saw the grief upon your face when I said goodbye
we hadn't broken up
we were only going our separate ways but for a moment.
I needed to return to my roots
a reminder of my old life.
Sometimes we allow our new world to change everything about us
including the good.
I couldn't allow that to happen.
So I left and found high up in the sky,
my freedom.
Would I return to familiarity to stay?
Would I leave you for what I knew better than I know myself?
Love is a funny thing when it comes to family.
No matter what you do in life, someone will always embrace you.
But relationships outside of family often do die.
They never seem to love you enough...
forgive enough...
listen enough...
hold on long enough...
before it's time to find someone else.
I'll never know what part of me returned to you,
I'll never know.
Original love poetry by blogger Nicholl McGuire featuring romance, relationships, emotions, inspiration, faith, healing, and reflection blog posts.
So What's the Difference?
I wanted to create memories with you, but you shut me out with a crooked smile.
You looked away as my arms opened wide yelling, "Hold me! Please hold me!"
Thought you wanted the same things I wanted.
Thought you needed me like I needed you.
Too many past memories, keep you from experiencing real joy with me.
Too many promises made to others, but never kept.
I understand.
"But I'm different..." I want to say, but that isn't a good argument.
"But I love you" holds no substance, because I told others the same thing.
I guess, I am like you and you are like me, so what's the difference?
You looked away as my arms opened wide yelling, "Hold me! Please hold me!"
Thought you wanted the same things I wanted.
Thought you needed me like I needed you.
Too many past memories, keep you from experiencing real joy with me.
Too many promises made to others, but never kept.
I understand.
"But I'm different..." I want to say, but that isn't a good argument.
"But I love you" holds no substance, because I told others the same thing.
I guess, I am like you and you are like me, so what's the difference?
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
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
Labels:
baby,
childhood love,
crush,
father,
happiness,
in love,
love poem,
love poetry,
new relationship
Loving Someone Else But Me
Who do I see before my eyes?
The one I once loved
he was surrounded by a yellow light of happiness I so desired.
He loved me when I thought I couldn't be loved.
For I had spent many years feeling unloved.
No kiss upon the nape of my neck.
No arms that embraced my waist, spun me around,
and kissed me with lips that said, "It will be alright, I love you baby."
I had longed for memories of awaking to a smile.
My body ached for a slow caress that didn't move away
seeking the next body to hold.
I thought I found what I had been wishing for in him,
but I was wrong.
He was attached to another in mind, still heard her voice,
wished that his present would be different, thought far too long
about the past.
He was attached in body too.
At times his stride would go back to a time when he moved
the same with her.
Then the final blow to my heart, his spirit still connected.
He couldn't allow himself to drown in prayer for me,
because he was too busy still praying for her.
So I await my sentence until I am free again...
maybe the next time things will be different.
For more poems and relationship articles written by Nicholl McGuire http://www.associatedcontent.com/nichollmcguire
The one I once loved
he was surrounded by a yellow light of happiness I so desired.
He loved me when I thought I couldn't be loved.
For I had spent many years feeling unloved.
No kiss upon the nape of my neck.
No arms that embraced my waist, spun me around,
and kissed me with lips that said, "It will be alright, I love you baby."
I had longed for memories of awaking to a smile.
My body ached for a slow caress that didn't move away
seeking the next body to hold.
I thought I found what I had been wishing for in him,
but I was wrong.
He was attached to another in mind, still heard her voice,
wished that his present would be different, thought far too long
about the past.
He was attached in body too.
At times his stride would go back to a time when he moved
the same with her.
Then the final blow to my heart, his spirit still connected.
He couldn't allow himself to drown in prayer for me,
because he was too busy still praying for her.
So I await my sentence until I am free again...
maybe the next time things will be different.
For more poems and relationship articles written by Nicholl McGuire http://www.associatedcontent.com/nichollmcguire
Labels:
boyfriend,
break up,
cheating,
child,
childhood love,
crush,
family,
feeling unloved,
lost love,
out of love
Where is The One?
Married
Convict
On the down low
Baby mama drama
Jobless
Unattractive
Unintelligent
Angry.
A selection of men
Given to the single woman
Who is
Single
Not in jail
On the up top
No baby daddy blues
Employed
Attractive
Intelligent
Happy.
Surfing on the Internet
Riding with party-goers
Watching men at work
Helping
Hoping
Wishing
Waiting
For the right one
The one
Who is just like her.
It isn't easy,
But good things are worth waiting for.
For more poems and related articles by Nicholl McGuire, Click Here!
Convict
On the down low
Baby mama drama
Jobless
Unattractive
Unintelligent
Angry.
A selection of men
Given to the single woman
Who is
Single
Not in jail
On the up top
No baby daddy blues
Employed
Attractive
Intelligent
Happy.
Surfing on the Internet
Riding with party-goers
Watching men at work
Helping
Hoping
Wishing
Waiting
For the right one
The one
Who is just like her.
It isn't easy,
But good things are worth waiting for.
For more poems and related articles by Nicholl McGuire, Click Here!
Labels:
break up,
pain,
relationship,
single,
time
Some Men Can't Break Up, Some Women Can't Let Go
Cheating,yelling, lying
cowards
can't tell you how they really feel
ignorant.
Let's play the guessing game
for five plus years
what's wrong
want to talk
what's on your mind?
Nothing he says.
Hugs rare
Kisses turned into pecks
No eye contact
Keep walking while talking
Silent.
We broke up after the first year
but I didn't get the memo.
Thought they were just relationship growing pains.
But he saw something different.
He said it isn't you
it's me.
I said it isn't me
it's you.
Too many men in the world without the baggage
they don't have his childhood wounds, relationship scars, mental issues
it's just too damn easy to move on...
So I'll stay
and he agreed.
This is our happily ever after.
cowards
can't tell you how they really feel
ignorant.
Let's play the guessing game
for five plus years
what's wrong
want to talk
what's on your mind?
Nothing he says.
Hugs rare
Kisses turned into pecks
No eye contact
Keep walking while talking
Silent.
We broke up after the first year
but I didn't get the memo.
Thought they were just relationship growing pains.
But he saw something different.
He said it isn't you
it's me.
I said it isn't me
it's you.
Too many men in the world without the baggage
they don't have his childhood wounds, relationship scars, mental issues
it's just too damn easy to move on...
So I'll stay
and he agreed.
This is our happily ever after.
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
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
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
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