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Lovelorn Poet in Flagstaff, AZ: You Forgot Two Things

June 12, 2019 by lovelornpoets

Sun Soaked by Owen Lin

Today I passed the snow in Bellmont
and when I got to the other side
there wasn’t any
after I passed the line
the rainbows started
some in the east
some in the west
I took a picture of one in the east
and the one in the west was
almost a double rainbow
the first was fading
but the second was quite strong
I thought about the first
and how I remembered a day at the beach
and I wished I would have taken her picture
but she was stealing sand and flowers
from the dunes
and she didn’t like having her picture taken anyway
and I thought I would drive under the second
but it stayed in my future
and I wish she would have included
two poems in her list
and how the backpack reminds me of a free spirit
but mostly after all that giving
this distance wants to make sure she receives
my thank-you for those
two poems

Another beauty from the Flagstaff Missed Connections. When I found this photo on Flickr it felt so right – as if this could be the photo our poet didn’t take on that day at the beach a long time ago and far away.

Lovelorn Poet in Raleigh-Durham, NC: ~ Core In Thee In ~ (Your Poet)

December 5, 2018 by lovelornpoets

The end of the year by Matthew

When words
Confer
They do such
Things
To prime
The mind
So much do bring

The three
That oft
Ponder wake
In Relevance
Will fore sake

Ear to hear
Encompassing
Hearing sounds
Thundering

Like Waves that wake
The vessel’s Fate
Relate
Partake
Oh soul carnate

And sail
Sail
Abound those lost
There found
Help ground
Their ware
They’re tossed

Is
Fair indeed
Is
Fare in deed

Truth and Love
A rarity
Truth and Love
In Charity

~your poet~

Raleigh-Durham’s “Your poet” crafted one of my all time favorite holiday poems back in 2015. Those were somewhat different times than where we find ourselves today, and this piece, while not written as a holiday poem per se, carries the very essence of what we should be holding dear today and every day.

Lovelorn Poet in Savannah, GA: For Those Of Us (Bison Jack)

November 14, 2018 by lovelornpoets

nyc b-4 by Michael Whitney

This is for those of us on our knees.

This is for those of us unable to stand
for fear of falling.

This is for those of us defeated by time,
and bowed by age.

This is for those of us who somewhere
along the way got lost and can’t find
our way home.

This is for those of us on window ledges
and bridges, and in overflowing bathtubs.

This is for those of us who can’t change
who we are because we don’t know how
to forgive.

This is for those of us who have replaced
hope with blame, and point a finger at
those who care the most.

This is for those of us without love,
because we ask too much of others,
and not of ourselves.

This is for those of us who think this poem
is about someone else.

–Bison Jack

Over the years, Bison Jack was a regular contributor to the Savannah Missed Connections, and this poem (and its subsequent variations) was always a favorite. And today, September 14, 2018, is the perfect day to share it as this marks the eighth anniversary of Lovelorn Poets. Moving forward, this site will see a little less activity – the Monday through Friday schedule will be replaced by once or twice a week postings. I still have a significant number of poems saved in my archives, and I’m looking forward to investigating those until the supply is exhausted. Thank you, dear readers, for following along and a very big thank you to all the anonymous (and not so anonymous) Missed Connections writers who have inspired me throughout the years. Without you, none of this would have been possible.

Lovelorn Poet in Flagstaff, AZ: Fine Print

September 20, 2018 by lovelornpoets

untitled by moominsean

Rain on certain days acts like
crocodile tears. I hear
the weather in places that aren’t
Here
brings the brain down
But
I’ve found the mud only sticks
to soles that don’t know they’re
tracking it in.

My hands scrubbed the rest of me
raw but the spots
I couldn’t
Reach
remain old news
with the fine print I must have missed
at the bottom–

Patterns can’t predict with certainty
What
will come
but when animals show fear of the sun,
it’s safe to assume
a storm is brewing.

Should you need shelter, simply bury
head in clean hands.

—————————————————-

We didn’t know we were tapping to a
rain dance
but now there’s
Fresh
grass in the yard at least.

Another great piece from the Flagstaff Missed Connections. This one reminds me of mindgallery – especially the closing segment. I’ve selected photos from moominsean to accompany poems (which didn’t include an image) many times over the years – it’s worth checking out their profile on Flickr!

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Pioneer

September 13, 2018 by lovelornpoets

Pim’s by Simon Q

The scene: a hot, rainy day in early September. A tired, overweight middle aged man is buying groceries at Pioneer. A chipper young woman, maybe half his age, says cheerfully to the cashier, “Don’t you just love seeing what people are buying?” The cashier looks blankly at the young woman and smiles. The middle aged man does the same. The young lady looks at the man and says, “I don’t know what those crackers are, but they look really good.”

Well, they aren’t crackers, they are Pim’s chocolate covered orange European biscuits. Basically, cookies. And they go really nicely with a glass of milk. There’s a parallel universe in which I responded to your observation with a quick, “They’re cookies. Want to come to my flat and try them?” I’m also imagining being slightly less overweight in that parallel universe.

I adore this city.

In addition to finding poems and creative writing on Craigslist, I also enjoyed stumbling upon well-written, interesting *authentic* missed connections messages. Back when the forum wasn’t so heavily monitored and policed, finding a gem (like the one above) was a treat for my ever-romantic heart. This “Pim’s plight” post was published on the Brooklyn feed last night, and while its online lifespan may be very short, its sentiment is forever remembered here.