Intention Poems - Poems about Intention

...In the depths of existence, where truths reside, I seek the meaning that life cannot hide. Through whispered echoes and moments sublime, I unravel the secret, the essence of time. It's no......Read More

... I'm looking for word jewel as an adornment to offer my love offering a friendly shoulder donating you novel color... I summon eternal flames and invoke superior inflection to present yo......Read More

... I hear faraway thunder as I soak in the rain. It was never my intention to trigger pain. Still, here I am, waiting for the storm to hit. I scribbled memories on a fragile paper......Read More

...Red Flag A signal I have crossed the line Driven in the wedge Bumbled to the precipice I'm teetering on the edge I wish my thoughts were crafted Or vetted in some way Close the gap between......Read More

..."She is brave and strong and broken all at once." — Anna Funder When spoken, it might seem innocent Like any word – just a word Afterall it doesn’t have hands to maim It doesn’t have......Read More

...NOCTURNES the unquiet  street of autumn haze illicit   circumstance an idealistic   illusion a paradox  made manifest in precise in precepts  of intention concentrated   attentio......Read More

... it is that look in your eyes that commences mine closing the world disappears the aroma in your hand echoes the feel as your shoulder guiding, powering the arm the deliverance is in hand al......Read More

... The Trial. Arthur, Sammy, Davis, Junior, Stevie Wonder, Bob, Mick, Sue, Carver. You are being charged with the partial demolition of a listed building. Endang......Read More

... Spring delights with nature’s song But then summer comes along With intention to compete And excel with bouts of heat. Stifling air by day and night Dazzling sun ablaze, too bright Layered......Read More

...In this world of screens everywhere we turn We're glued to them, our attention yearns The bright screens beam and flash all day Hypnotizing us to look their way But what about our scree......Read More

...My husband and I always enjoy visiting GrandMother Eartha on Mother's Day She often shares last night's dreams, which too often follow rather disturbing peak experience themes Because, you......Read More

...Can you hear the ringing of warfare? The scent of steal lingers in the air. The weeping widow who can no longer abide her grief. It steals the happiness she once had like a thief. You ques......Read More

...Hardly anyone else has their own white rabbit herald. I do. His name is Poindexter P. Horacio Merry Merald. He announces things to me in my ear all the time. You don’t need to write that; it’s now......Read More

...I had to admit that it was different. Part of me feels like we needed to reconnect in order to facilitate a proper goodbye and not admit to ourselves that it was idealized. We deserved that, at le......Read More

...WHEN THE FROG GROWS HAIRS To her, my sister Santa Pe Slim and pretty Our mother wanted to marry As soon as possible But she didn't want to do. Forced, she met a boy That he loved her But she ......Read More