Valentine Poems for the Single-at-HeartFebruary 13, 2021 We hope you enjoy this collection of poems for the disenfranchised and lonely. And the sad, of course. Maybe the mistrustful or no-longer-hopeful. Definitely for the single. A Valentine’s Poem by Dinaz Rogers Roses are red, and violets? Always blue. Put on your thinking caps and come up with some new hues. and flowers too. How I Learned What Valentine’s Day is All About? By Joanna Rosinska My first Valentine Day celebration, ever. No such holiday where I came from. I dated a guy who had no original thoughts nor did he cared to make anyone smile. He knew I was allergic to chocolate and frankly … didn’t like it much. On Feb 14th he brought me a cheap pink heart-shaped box of not-so fresh chocolates, I think from a gas station. I asked “Why?” He said “It’s traditional.” The relationship didn’t last long. Haiku Reflections By Joanna Rosinska mid-February couples inside restaurants look past each other culture hails couples tax breaks, respect, valentine singles omitted Valentine’s secrets: couples only holiday singles: discounted It’s All Love, Right? By Jessica Rich Cardboard poetry that gets recycled or stuffed inside more cardboard boxes, collecting dust just so you can remember someday that someone spent some time in the grocery store aisle on February 13th or 14th laboring over the perfect words. Sugar-coated sentiment melts on your tongue, disappears with the butterflies in your gut. Annual dollar-bill origami folded into hearts to wrap around your wrists. For you to show your friends how much I love you. Is it enough? Valentine on Commercial Street By Joanna Rosinska Chocolate industry geared for gain Chocolate, a love symbol in a container Un-customized token, simple and plain Love sits on lay-away, here’s my retainer Like sunday religion once a year in love When closeness vanished each is a complainer. Excitement gone, simply nothing to talk of. Eros is only a futile campaigner. In Defense of Singles By Joanna Rosinska In the yester romance was a standard. And divorced or unwed folks were slandered. Is it different to date? With divorce mounting rate? Singles still feel a marriage is pandered. Plaster Fantasies By Sally K Lehman The plastic roses you bought at The Dollar Tree wilted into grey puddles on my dashboard beside the box of unmeltable chocolate-like delicasies you bestowed in the names of love and Venus and… Aphrodite. Which turned out to be the name of the prostitute you hired on Union Avenue. It’s been a confusing year.