Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: The Voice Of Time

The Voice of Time by mindgallery

The Voice of Time by mindgallery

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Quiet words typed out on a keyboard
late at night while the moon
shines bright

is all that remains in these
time worn veins

just a voice a-twitter in
the evening

glitter

11

I now reside upside down and
totally immersed in the
last verse

untethered

and simply weathered
but full of light
even

tonight

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconThe Voice of Time
is all that remains
Quiet words
weathered untethered
full of light

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Drifting Along Like a Homeless Balloon

Red Balloon by H.Koppdelaney

Red Balloon by H.Koppdelaney

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Neverland –

There’s a place in-between
the past, present and
future

where time stops and
also never
ends

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As the night thickens
into a pitch black
batch of
air

i’ll drift along in my
pale blue
bliss

and think of all
the times I
miss

you

111

Displaced under a reign of fire
we moved fast
carrying

our loss deep in the
creases of our
sorrow

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconAs the night thickens
we moved fast
our loss deep in the
past, present and
future

 

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: A Rough Draft

Passing the Mail by Pat McDonald

Passing the Mail by Pat McDonald

buried under all the masturbation and couches for sale
advertisements there you were

on missed connections looking for me while
i was looking for you

not that i ever believed in that sort
of thing

but sometimes, thou i never
mention it to anyone
ever

here i am too, buried
under other advertisements
looking for their

missed connection

 

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents Iconmindgallery has posted poems, thoughts, and musings to missed connections for as long as it’s existed and on the Brooklyn feed, one can find a regular offering of the “greatest hits” (of which most, if not all, have been captured and saved here). While the old steady favorites are a treat, it’s extra nice when something new comes into the flow – even if it’s considered a “rough draft.”

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: I Can’t Haiku

heart

heart

a haiku for you:

hiding in plain sight
so you’re nowhere to be seen
the heart never lies

 

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and hidin’-hearts haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Did you respond to one? No need to lie, simply email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those lost and found syllables for all eternity.

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Tomorrow’s Dreams

beatboxbliss

mindgallery

Hidden promises buried in the devouring darkness
that now blankets the soft fragile seeds
of tomorrow’s dreams

Memory wounds wrapped in soft encasements
meant to protect my mind from
the solo act of
writing

Sentences that start to rise towards the heavenly
skies and into the orange pink blue
because somehow I knew
the sky lives

forever

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents Icon There’s something beautifully comforting and peaceful about the orange jellyfish in turquoise water image that Brooklyn poet Lee Taylor uses in many of his missed connections poems. Is it the pleasant memory of weightlessness and warmth enveloping the body that relaxes our nervous system? The sensation of gradually sinking into water, when experienced without fear, can create a peaceful state unlike any other…