Long Intention Poems
Long Intention Poems. Below are the most popular long Intention by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Intention poems by poem length and keyword.
Love has taught me
to look deeply, beneath
the green of the heart’s
tender shoots –
every living soul
draws from a reservoir
of mixed feelings,
a spring of good laced
with evil –
I pray each day
we together strive
to trickle upwards,
in the ways of God….
Love has taught me,
that the heart, though
dedicated ruler of
body and its residing spirit
is often adversely
sway-able,
leading to autonomy
in name alone...
necessitating Christ
Love, in humanity,
as Father’s fail-safe and
Redeemer –
evil allowed by the
grace of God – not for
embracing its presence,
but for the power of
contrast –
not for what it is
but for what we learn
it can never be –
and the peace
it can never give us...
also taught me, that love
is exceedingly larger than
the lover – Therefore, not
any should think of
being defeated
for a world of hurt –
dear fondness may perish
or decline, leaving not a
measurable trace – yet, remains
a habitat unscathed, where fullness
of heart fills every vacated space –
it is a blessing I have realized;
one I have heard, well-intention
ministers preach – but only Divine
Love’s personal relationship can
ever indelibly teach –
So, as love was given me freely –
bargaining not with God, the source –
I will clearly keep love free
from earth’s surface, man’s chosen
Terrestrial-course – Love now the large
of me – outgrown my Novice Small –
Priceless Love keeping me, strong in
stance -- rock-solid – standing tall!
Last Name, First Name (Nom Prénom)
Addressing a person by their surname
Without salutation rather than by their first
May show disrespect and suggest contempt
To the individual referenced.
If it’s your intention to use the latter,
Say, “Mr., Mrs., Mis., Miss., or Mx.” prior.
Be courteous and display good manners;
Polished behaviours will take you further.
Given names are chosen and assigned at birth
To human beings for distinction with class.
It’s polite to address people by their first name
Or with a courtesy title before their last.
Though using just surnames is prevalent,
It’s considered unrefined etiquette.
The fun at a house of ill repute
I sat down with the best intention to write about flowers
love and bees, this made me think the whore house had plastic flowers
and that is apt as it is
not a place for romance, red roses and chrysanthemums.
I have had much fun at these places, not only the sex part
but also, the laughter and dancing.
The women liked a sailor and the possibility of further romance.
I know of seamen who married former prostitutes and
their marriages have normally been happy ones.
Time has changed, the women are victims of men’s sexual advances
and buying and selling of, flesh other than pork is outlawed.
Just as well, now girls in this trade are called sex workers
compared with the cleaning ladies and so forth.
Cold cash on the table, the price depending on the position
like asking the char to go out and weed the garden, well you
have to pay extra for that.
The fury of suspense
Neither dare mention
Once the moment presents
It's clear their intention
Day in and day out
Both trying to achieve
With the same know how
And allotted leave
Bearing obligations
That fade by day
When both imaginations
Discretely play
That fragment of time
The flock divides
The last two in line
For a thrill seeking ride
The shape of two virgins
A deceitful mirage
Sinfully splurging
An innocent massage
She pulls away
But only a little
The game, in play
Her bow, his fiddle
Her eyes of wonder
Add gas to his fire
Rainbow induced thunder
Of lustful desire
The inevitable irony
Is such a shame
Once finished, they see
They are to blame
The excitement vanished
The mystery, no more
He's no longer famished
And she, now a whore
Some dullhead dropped a puppy off in the country
Not realizing he would find his way to Nirvana
Our house
He is the size of a pony but has a sweet disposition
Our cocker spaniel is terrified of this German shepherd mix
Our twelve-year-old cat has disappeared
Animal control came by
Congratulated us. He is not chipped. You can keep him.
We said that was not our intention as they waved goodbye
Apparently they have no more rooms for a dog.
I am trying to find this baby a home.
I have put ads in social media.
I have advertised his photo, and given him a great rep.
My husband has named him Buddy.
He’ll be sleeping in my bed in a week.
And so how can you forget
The time when your car sank like a stone
And when it felt like everything was gone
The void came back
From the journey of miles
Stepping into your heart
Stealing hundreds of smiles
The change that brought a chance
In order to enhance and advance
The way of your endeavoring
To achieve the dreams in the cage
For that you have to have control over rage
Because it's not that stage
when you were kid by age
Sitting in solitude
As if you are messed up and want to disappear
Lost the love with the intention of having nothing to fear
With the hope that someone would hear Someday somewhere someone would help you to bear
And when someone came with the words opposite to you
and said
"love is not something to get fed up from, but a fire to get your energy from"
Didn't those words heal you somewhere?
Giving back your smile to you which was like rare
Maybe not to you alone
But to all those who wished for it in their every prayer
And gradually but really
Wasn't it becoming easy?
Saying goodbye to that void
With the heart which was not greedy
Somewhere wasn't it becoming easy?
But paved the way towards distracting you from being a true blue
Even after having moments which were not few
And so it was, is and will be upto you
To either conquer again
Or to become someone else's favorite season
"Whatever happens, happens for a reason"
Now all what you can do is believe
In the reason which only can give you relief
But when you are nothing but just a mess
And your life is more of a stuff of stress
You may doubt that how could you
Be someone's favourite season
But it could be the truth because
"Whatever happens, happens for a reason"
Two women in their twenties
Were conversing where I sat.
They chatted ‘bout their lives,
A little this, a bit of that.
But one thing that I overheard
Sure made me pay attention,
For entering the Peace Corps
Was one woman’s planned intention.
She’d just returned from Africa,
Four months in Cameroon.
She hoped her Peace Corps stint
Would take her someplace else real soon.
I marveled at her freedom
And the joys of being young,
The endless possibilities
That she could choose among.
I long ago was in that boat,
No ties to hold me back.
The Peace Corps never was my thing –
Adventure genes I lack.
Yet still, the world was at my feet.
I journeyed and explored;
But then I settled down,
My wanderlust largely ignored.
Just listening to that young woman
Hit me like a slap.
Her youth was like a vast terrain,
My age was like a trap.
Don’t get me wrong – I like my life
And plan to travel more,
But endless possibilities
No longer are in store.
The Unveiling
Vision
A realization
Heartfelt revelation
Of survival amid isolation
And with the noblest of intention
To defy mortality and attain regeneration
Not every journey reaches its ultimate destination
Still one sigh respired diffuses throughout all of creation
Tenderly awaken a dormant realm of reincarnation
Distant voices chant hymns in unison
Resuscitating desiccated carnation
Such a magical rejuvenation
Of cosmic proportion
Sanctification
Affirmation
Union
Penned: 03/28/2022
4:12 a.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
My roots of Creator worship
are fed and watered
by Creation appreciation
and curiosity
Whether this might also be true
and sometimes disappointingly false
for you
A resonantly sacred
sometimes prophetic
heart
With a resilient
health developing
ecosystemic mind
For whom my tricky part,
or one of many
as I recall...
Furtive sidewind glances
to my youthful left
Where he sat
in his magnificent
thick stacked darkness,
My closet worship thing
is impossible to come out
with perfect timing
with someone I am powerfully,
intoxicatingly, enraptured by
with
within
and preferably not without
Yet have no hope or intention
of ever being naked
or even transparent,
and certainly not vulnerable,
within his sight and hearing.
If said out loud,
then unveiled too soon
to not cause unwanted predative
seductive concerns.
If not said too soon
then inevitably disclosed too late
to retain resonant
and resilient trust
No hidden agendas,
no closet colonizing cases,
no aging platonic relationships
continuing to work
and play better
in just right silence
of unseen
unheard
unfelt
untouched emotions
without attaching motions
Back through roots of Creator worship
fed and watered
by Creation appreciation
and thick stacked curiosity.
ME, MY MUSE AND ME!
ME
What I am about to say and do,
Would be inconceivable by more
Than a few,
How could I dare,
Its isn’t fair,
For it is Christmas season,
Do I have a valid reason
I hear you say,
Please hear me out I pray!
My muse has been cheating,
Spying on me and meeting,
With another website,
At first I cried,
Then got angry, would put this right!
Called my muse in to chat,
Boutique clothes, expensive red hat,
A Rolls Royce parked outside
Ostentatiously no intention
Of wanting to hide,
Jewellery and attitude,
Don’t get me wrong
Have always felt much gratitude,
But this was never anticipated
And by me sorely regretted,
And totally unexpected,
So with no emotion,
Said,you are fired!
MY MUSE
What said my muse,
Is it that time of the month,
Have you any excuse!
You must be mad,
And clearly, your
Husband won’t be glad,
For he will be roped in,
Where will you both begin,
You’ll be wiped off soup,
And lose this poetry group,
Don’t make this mistake,
Are you calling me fake,
I will not be fired
Nearly 2 years since you hired
Me, tread carefully,
I will take you to task,
For I wear many a mask!
ME
Are you threatning me,
You disreputable chump
Behind my back,
You dishonourable punk,
You did all this,
For a moonlight kiss,
Someone phoned me and
Warned me that you do
These rounds and cheated
On many a poet,
Don’t deny it, I have proof
I know it,
Be gone you miserable thief,
Your stay here should
Have been briefer
With a huff and a pout,
My muse walked out,
And disappeared
Without a trace!
Goodness me,
No sense of decency,
I now have a vacancy!