Lovelorn Poets

From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: The Cost (mindgallery)

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Once We Felt by mindgallery

The Cost by mindgallery

My heart is broken again so i write about it
but that’s never enough to change
the world and it makes
me sad

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For instance it’s not really
the real cost
anymore

for instance like the
cost of never
knowing

how it feels like to
know how
we

could be doing so
much better
than

this

 

mindgallery

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I find it terribly sad that this poem mindgallery posted to the Brooklyn Missed Connections years ago reads like it was written yesterday. It feels like every day our hearts get broken by senseless violence.

Lovelorn Poet in Flagstaff, AZ: Another November Day

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Fog Driving to Flagstaff by Aaron Vowels

Fog Driving to Flagstaff by Aaron Vowels

the expression my bad
is forced upon our ears
by unknowing tongues 

and soon these tongues
will appear at our door
along with our families
as thanksgiving is forced
upon us 

these tongues will sample our food
and let us know
the turkey is too dry
the mashed potatoes are too dry
the rolls are too dry
we’ll have one too many drinks
and the tongues will let us know
we haven’t stayed dry 

and for all of this
there will be only one thing
to say
my fail 

fa m il y

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Another delicious word play gem from the Flagstaff Missed Connections. I really love this one and it’s great to share it now as it’s close to the (dreaded) Thanksgiving holiday.

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Election Haiku For Hearts

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power

The days seem stranger
this year than during past ones.
Post election blues.

I can’t seem to shake this sense of impending doom. I keep watching the skies
as if the attack is coming. I know it won’t. It’s not the bridges they are after.

It’s the currency that is at risk, the banks, the cables, the jobs,

the system.

Let’s start a commune and grow our own foods, and organize outdoor markets
and share with each other our information and tools.

and learn to help each other instead of letting our silence make us vulnerable.

It is our pride and false beliefs that make us suffer in silence instead of facing it head-on,
as a group.

Even here, strangely, there is power in numbers, if we only count ourselves in.

Do the math.

 

This haiku for hearts was found on the Seattle Missed Connections right after the 2016 elections. As today is an election day in many parts of the country, let’s hope people are exercising their power and voting. I wonder if the results this time around will warrant the same sort of message. Hopefully not.

Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: Just Thinking

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One Love by Jody Sticca

One Love by Jody Sticca

Inspiration can be found on any day. Inspiration can be found at any time. Inspiration can be found in almost every place you travel to. It can be found in the food you eat. It can be found in the music you listen to. It can be found in the words you read. It can be found in the people you spend time with. It can be found in time spent alone. It can be found in experiences and memories. It can be found through failure. It can be lost in but also fortified by success.

And although a muse can cultivate the recognition of inspiration in all its forums; there can only be one muse.

Only one way to get there

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I miss the days when you could find messages like this one on Missed Connections. Over the months, since Craigslist changed its policies in response to federal laws, I’ve steadily cut back on the number of feeds I’ve scanned through, and now it’s just a handful. And even with the few I do still follow, nothing of interest is posted. I’m glad I have my archives to look through because they remind me of different times when the forums could been seen as a source of inspiration.

Lovelorn Poet in Victoria, BC: Doing So

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Holding by Daniel Fuster

Holding by Daniel Fuster

The day you left
I remember how
you didn’t want to
let go
in the moment
I first relaxed
my grip,
so I kept
holding you
until you were ready
for what came next.
I will keep
doing so, again,
waiting, patient –
this is my gift
to you, my love
and to me as well.

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Over the lifetime of this website, this is the only poem I ever found from the Victoria Missed Connections. It’s a good one though, and I’m glad that I kept it aside until now.

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