Short Well Intentioned Poems
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That word we use to fill voids
in our emotional lexicon,
that short, sweet sounding syllable,
well-intentioned and lofty
- and sold, at dear price of course -
that is not love.
It's not enough word
to encompass the whole,
but it will have to do.
Categories:
well intentioned, introspection, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
She is the CHW and we need to fear her more than Rum the Gun.
I hear she eats chickens by the handful, this is said by everyone.
Does CHW stand for anything special? I asked my informed host.
Corpulent hog witch, said the well intentioned gossipy ghost.
Categories:
well intentioned, halloween,
Form:
Rhyme
bad decisions in the name of friendship
naïve but well intentioned
lessons learnt the hard way
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on September 3, 2021for KIMO FORM OLD OR NEW contest sponsored by CONSTANCE LAFRANCE - RANKED 1ST
Originally posted on November 14, 2017
Categories:
well intentioned, anxiety, betrayal, conflict, friendship, growing up, hurt,
Form:
Kimo
Chill by beach of Pitas.
Rain comes in a heavy task.
Return home to a break.
Another night to medicate tired.
Thanks Allah we intend.
Well-intentioned we are blessed.
Preach in the village of Rungus.
The Maulud rejoiced.
Kota Marudu we go.
Still raining until while ago!
Kota Kinabalu
21 Jan 2014
Categories:
well intentioned, adventure, august, beach, beautiful, beauty, birthday, blue,
Form:
Ballad
They're in a Better Place
This is not the time
for well-intentioned
testimony to
ethereality
so unfathomable
as these deaths
before me.
Praise heaven
and rejoice;
disguised as consolation
to me,
fractured,
who knows no better
than grief;
I have been left;
let me rage;
let me cry out
in torment;
let me.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
February 22, 2012
Categories:
well intentioned, death, me,
Form:
Free verse
The lost doll was soon replaced
by the kind stranger, poker faced,
who said the doll looks not the same,
having changed both face and name
but may yet be by the child recognised,
by its touch tender and smile undisguised
and so by this well intentioned tale spun,
the lost doll and child again became one,
for what was relevant was spirit, not form,
embrace of innocence, beauteous and warm.
Categories:
well intentioned, deep,
Form:
Rhyme