Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Dream #9

Lost In Space

Dream #9

The water spins swirling
over my submerged
memories

laptops, desk jobs
magic

catalogs appeared
then I was

standing

– Dream # 9

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Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents Iconstanding water
memories submerged
I was swirling magic over my
laptops, desk jobs, catalogs
then The spins appeared
 

 

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: The Battle Of The Sexes Is Real

Battle Damage by Kenny Louie

Battle Damage by Kenny Louie

Yet there are some
On either side
That
Are not a part of the war
It’s the heart-breakers
That started it all
Those that have burned
Deceived others into joining the war
But you gotta love those
Unaffected and really don’t give a damn
About the battle
For it’s less of solution
More of a division
When you truly learn to love
And seek it
With the right frame of mind
Despite all the times
We were shot down
Betrayed and hurt
It takes a special frame of mind
Damn it I don’t have it
But one day
I will learn how to love
And fly again
Before my mind and heart
Lost direction and faith
In it all

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconBut you gotta love those | That started it all
It takes a special frame of mind
With the right frame of mind
direction and faith
seek it | Unaffected

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: The Voice Of Time

The Voice of Time by mindgallery

The Voice of Time by mindgallery

1

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

1

Neverland –

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

where time stops and
also never
ends

11

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.”