Looking for Love in the Springtime

Looking for Love in the Springtime: Poetry blog for poet lovers. Enjoy the entertaining love poems of Nicholl McGuire Poet/Blogger/Author/Virtual Assistant

Valentine's Day Promise

Couples not fighting
about Facebook sightings
together they are
under dim lighting.

Making promises to be true,
pledging to do The Do.

But reality will be here tomorrow
and someone will experience sorrow.

Reflecting on a night,
when there was no fight.

Told to make good on what was said,
words sealed up on top of a bed.

Old arguments return,
relationship set to burn.

A lover loses memory,
doesn't recall.
Willing to take yet another fall.

Nothing is new,
there is no, "I love you too."

Unforgiveness looms,
no jumping a broom.

Until one knows what he or she
wants to do, there will be no one
saying, "I do."

Nicholl McGuire

Dating Poem: More than Meets the Eye

So few of you
many more of them,
you need to be with someone who isn't enjoying sin.

One had me jumping for joy,
didn't play me like a toy.
Boy, oh boy!

He was that one they said,
"Ain't right, and he look white."
But that was alright.

Look I have been there, done that...
just sat and sat.
Brothers passed me by, said goodbye,
and one left me to die.

Been on the other side too,
where I was one of the few.
That one lied
and I just cried.

"Life is what you make it,"
so they say,
but many still have no wedding day.

They say, "It's okay...something good will happen today."
Yeah right, okay.

Look at you, what to do?
What is your view?

What do you desire?
Who will ignite your fire?

Why won't love last?
Has a lot to do with the past.

Keep waiting, keep dating
before long one will be mating.

Then what will he do,
lose love and sue?

What will she do,
find another to view?

Temporary fixes,
for modern day mixes.

Be with one for a hue,
doing what others do.

Look for something to wear,
after a stare, go bare.
Meanwhile, they dated on a dare.

Fools create all sorts of reasons
to date people in various seasons.

Then when goals are met,
on to the next date set.


Nicholl McGuire

Is She His One?

I think I will leave it up to the man to see
allow him to stare, to really view me.

Tired of laughing at silly, boring things--
more interested in looking at some rings.

Tired of pretending that I am the best,
tired of failing each and every test.

"Listen we all have our issues, you know better.
Just state some promises in a letter.
You promise to be better than the last.
You promise that you won't move too fast.
You promise that you will love me now,
You promise you won't throw in the towel..."

Relationship advice now it will entice.
Makes you want to learn more,
especially for a heart left sore.

But back to the man that watches me,
hopes he accepts the woman beyond what he sees.

For I have a long history
complete with much misery.

Men don't hold my attention for long,
don't believe in any tired love song.

Won't be the one who will fall head over heels in love,
don't respond to men who like to scream and shove.

He is a handsome, sweet kind of guy.
But I can't help but smile and sigh.

Because most start out that way,
that is until events happen one day.

He loads, then explodes and before long
he wants to hit the road.

But she convinces "I'm a keeper."
While he thinks, "I want to go deeper."

What is it about all these things,humans bring,
a past, a present, and a future with a ring?

Then babies, more ladies,
and wishes for a Mercedes.

Don't allow enough time to plan,
move too quick to keep a man.

Didn't stop dreaming long enough,
now a woman is walking away with his stuff.
Trusting others starts to get real rough!

I think I will leave it up to the man to see
allow him to stare, to really view me.

Tired of laughing at silly, boring things--
life gets serious when you start looking for rings.

Nicholl McGuire

Poem: The Phone Call

Promises to call
day one passes
day two drags
day three?

Still no call.
Why put the anxious on hold?
Reaching out only to catch a dial tone.

Thinking of someone isn't enough.
Calling means so much more!

What does it take to make the blind see?
A perfect chance for romance may be lost.

If only the call had been made...
a later regret.

The ultimatum, choices
pick
dial
speak
or be disconnected.

Nicholl McGuire, Poet, Author, Blogger and Internet Content Producer. For more of her work, visit this site.

Funny How Time Flies: A Tale of A Sour Relationship

Crinkle in the middle of your forehead like an accordion.
Dragging your feet, a sound like someone sweeping the floor.
As you carry your half-broken heart from yesteryear's loves.
Head turned to the left as you pass me by
Careful not to look my way.
Hoping I can't see what you are thinking.

You don't like me.
But if you closely look into my glaring eyes,
you would see I don't like you.
I am settling, standing on your empty promises.

When I speak, you are annoyed as you take your seat.
It's only a commercial.
"What?" You say.
"Nothing." I retort.

I really don't like you!
That's why I hold my nose as you sigh.
Hoping I don't smell your breath.
It's stale, old just like this relationship.
Please don't exhale, keep that to yourself!
It's not like anything will change!
You will just stink up the atmosphere like you always do
then find a way to blame me.

What happened to the young guy I once knew anyway?
He was full of life.
Freshened up a room with an inviting odor like fresh flowers of bright reds and yellows,
you use to brighten my day.
Then again I misunderstood those happy feelings I once had for you.
I gave you credit you didn't deserve --
that was God, his mercy, his joy, my bad.

But nowadays?
I guess too much sex over the years wilted you.
Didn't have enough manhood to sustain your inner being, huh?
Fall apart at every moan, every rejection, and every lie.

That's right you lie, always hiding your "real" emotions.
Replacing them with incomplete thoughts decorated with past memories.
Oh how I sicken of hearing what we did in the past!

You move like a grandfather, you will be dying soon -- I know it.
There is nothing more you can give to anyone unless you are strangled, and beaten emotionally. Your ex taught you well.
Its too much to give to another without he or she having to ask, you always want to know, "What's in it for me?"

Who are you anyway?
Sometimes I think, "a minion of the devil."
Trying to claim a mystery that you really don't possess.
The only secret you have -- boredom.
You bore easily, because you are boring.
There is nothing more to you.

What great wonder are you?
You abandoned the one who created you - He made you the once interesting, entertaining happy-go-lucky being that people use to talk about.
Without him, you are fruitless, meaningless -- always looking to blame others for your short-comings.

We already seen your movie.
I held my applause.
I'm not offering you a tissue.
Too busy wiping my own nose.
Don't want to see the replay all over again.

Let's break up, okay?
No making up this time.
Won't stay connected to your draining spirit through sex.
That liberating action is now a holy inaction reserved for the one who I couldn't wait for -- that's why I got you.

But I can wait...now! Oh Lord I can wait!!!
Looking at your mean face everyday,
taught me to wait for the one my heart so desires!!!

The wait won't be long. I can feel it!

My bus is coming and this time I won't be answering your call.
My boxes are already packed.

The best feeling of never being in your sorrowful presence again!


Nicholl McGuire is the creator of http://lovepoetrybynicholl.blogspot.com