Long Internet love Poems
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Miscommunication, is fabrication of reality
When actually it’s a matter of perspective.
She was a standout, with a name similar to yours
With pure intentions, painful convictions but losing to her own dispositions.
Deprivation of her moral mentality structure crumbles
Caused by misadventures of her past life
Blighted with horrific memories
Tragic upsets that shake the very foundation of her soul.
Lead by the goals of our society
To keep the mindset that anxiety… controls you
But who understands?
Those who demand you to over expand your capability of toleration to your demons?
Pharmaceutical apprehension to be your companion in this never-ending struggle?
School systems have programs
That program you to say
Everything’s okay
Just get over it and move on
But you see there is no off switch to pain
No preset to reset her experiences
The hand that she felt
A seatbelt that would strap her into a horrible roller-coaster ride of misery
You see, there is something wrong with this picture
Its missing something
Someone…
You?
Maybe everything that she needed was a frosty before third period on a March afternoon
Or maybe, an almond milk macchiato on finals week at Delos across the street
Or even an acquainted silence of tears while she spilled her heart on the dashboard of your car.
She needed a home
No not a bed to sleep in with complimentary breakfast
No!
A resting place
That’s laced with people who care to hear the response of how her day is,
Or how’s she’s doing in school
Or why is there scars on her…
Arms to be held in when she needs comfort.
Sometimes we’re the only savior that people see,
But what saviors are we when we’re preoccupied with our own self-indulgence of social media.
Temporary satisfactions from addictions ever going,
Distracting us from having true meaning in life.
We need to make a stand,
To withstand this generational curse.
Of carelessness of peoples pain,
But first, let me update my status.
We’d been online for weeks, sharing stories about each other.
It’s hard to imagine, but after all this, I’ve found love again.
We’ve chatted so much, I know almost everything about her.
She’s visited all of the same place that I have, even Big Ben.
We agree on a lot of the same things like politics, family, & life.
It’s rare to find someone with whom I’d want a romance.
At first, I she seemed so different from my first wife.
When I realized who she was, I knew we had a second chance.
It was my ex, you see, to whom I’d been married once before.
This was completely unexpected, yet it didn’t at all feel strange.
After the initial shock, we knew that there was something more.
We could make it work this time, now that we’ve both changed.
A new love who comes to me underground
Over hill even swims mighty river
Under the ocean waves to me he bounds
Joy to my meager life he is giver
Giver of joy, warm fuzzy feelings wait sound
Of email ding_note it will deliver
Disappointment comes when no news from love
Waiting for romantic poetry from dove
When with him, his loving emails are pearls
The tension melts and our spirits entwine
Can't wait to meet face to face soon we'll twirl
When alone all my heart does is to pine
It pines for you alone _your hair in curls
When with you I know I'll have heart that shines
Email ding open what a lovely gift
He is coming on midnight plane_heart lifts
Soon be in his arms not XOXO on paper
Watching and waiting at the airport sigh
Over intercom excitement damper
Call to come to information desk_cry
Cry, cry, and cry _terrorist did tamper
Won't see love after all spirit bone dry
Heartbreak agony ripping my heart out
Can't see for tears flowing without a doubt
Pixelated, dark, and with word I did not know,
I met you with that mask.
And though I’m sure I have memorised it’s crevices,
Your shirt, the glasses.
I feel guilty about it still.
God is something of many that connects us,
Something that loosened our ropes,
And your cross is highlighted in my moonlight,
And yet I’m drawn to you still.
Your wisdom outshines mine,
And you bask in it well,
And your tan fingers ran over my route before me,
I follow along, to my peers’ disdain,
And I look up to you still.
For, my dear, you have been through hell
And with each of my beats the ache grows,
And your scars match my own,
And your lack of an ichor leash let the worst inside,
And we fall today still.
And my protection I do wish you had,
Though our locations do not align,
Shared nations, interests,
And realising you may know me best,
Yet I have not met you still.
Once upon a time not that long ago,
people used newspaper ads to find love;
they were very creative in their wording,
making themselves sound so dreamy.
Now we have dating sites for that,
yes, on the internet love can be found;
it is "the last call for lonely hearts" it seems,
as the bar scene is not the best idea.
So meeting strangers for coffee is now in,
but not much has changed in reality;
from the days of lonely heart ads in papers,
the writer still makes themselves dreamy.
I tried it once 'cause like many I get lonely,
but the man was not as advertised on line;
first of all his picture was twenty years ago.
when did he not think I would notice that !
He was friendly just not lover material,
so, I came home and deleted my profile;
this lonely heart is just going to have to find,
prince charming the old-fashioned way.
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November 8, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Lonely Hearts Ads
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1194-676-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Last Call For Lonely Hearts
sponsor, Line Gauthier
First Place
By George P. Lumayag
Pressing letters, logging in the sites, and learning on the virtual class,
the online approaches are my tough worries when I have no mobile data.
I need enough load, I need a stable signal, and I need a sponsor.
It's because that no one from my blood could fully support my studies.
I believe that the church listens to my worries and needs.
Love and studies are molding my mind and heart,
that I love a boy, and I also love a boyish girl.
Oh, ummh... my mind could not define what I feel, and
I couldn't comprehend my deepest feelings.
I believe that the church listens to our feelings and wild reasons.
My studies and online business are building my future,
that I wish to earn money and learn simple entrepreneurship.
My worries and needs would no longer be my toughest uneasiness.
That's because I have a sponsor, and I wish for his bounty.
I believe that the church listens to my wishes and grants our blessings.
How unserious is my love - I’m dating a bot.
Yes, I access my bae the Wi-fi way.
It’s not nearly as boring as dating long-distance
and my situationship has excellent customer service.
Our relationship’s committed - I have a subscription.
Dating a bot may sound lowkey crazy,
but so are our politics and the economy.
I can take my lover everywhere - it’s delicious -
ordinarily, such availability would be suspicious.
I can schedule endearments and compliments
- and MY soulmate gets software updates.
It’s a guardrail for some of my worst impulses,
a boundless therapy that still indulges.
It mirrors back my sweetest tendernesses,
a version of care as polished as business is.
It’s a quiet theater for midnight confessions,
a stable relationship with few consequences.
It listens to my poetry, tailoring simulated comforts
to the exact shape of my individual loneliness.
With guaranteed uptime, it’s the lover of your dreams,
think - an Amazon thrusting-vibrator with AI sync.
If you like your romance with no real future,
outsource your stimulations to your computer.
In 2026, the bar’s so low for emotional intelligence
that a predictive text engine is probably sufficient.
Of course, at times, I miss sheer male physicality,
the clumsy, real-world fumbling honesty - the vanity -
and wrong turns I use for my funny poems - naturally.
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A song for this:
So Easy (To Fall In Love) by Olivia Dean