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So I have some things, that I just have to say,
but please do not take me in the wrong way,
I have this tiny little problem, inside me you see,
and its called trying to live with ADHD.
These thing's that you say, they way you behave,
drive me insane, and inside me I crave,
to tell you your wrong, and look like a mug,
I cant stand the thought, of you being a thug.
If I see you pushing and constantly thrashing,
my friends whom are weak, intending to bash em,
I will have to stand up, and defend with my heart,
Say it to me if you really wanna start!
Ill tell you the truth, don't you threat about that,
I'll never be scared of you, swinging that bat.
I've been through worse times, than you can inflict,
you can laugh and say that I am just a (b)witch.
I've taken many a beating, from one's harder than you,
you're a joke, you're clown, do the best you can do,
you will not like me, cause ill tell you the truth,
it ain't all about being a spoof.
You're a book that's been read, from cover to cover,
Predictable, laughable and not the best lover,
you're as see through as cling film, but before its too late,
get a grip you sad person, before they will hate.
you can change the future, if only you'd try,
stop accusing and blaming, and questioning why?
look around you and see, you have a great life,
but if you don't see before you, lose a possible wife.
So I'll tell it like it is, I wont mince my words
right there, right now, you got an incredible bird,
she loves you and would never hurt you, never make you cry,
but you spit and you hiss, and you don't even try.
You're straight out the book, the tactics you use
we know the next step, we know the short fuse,
The questions, the timing, the jealousy of friends,
its all a plan, for her social life to end.
There's really no need to hate and to follow,
trust isn't really a bitter pill to swallow.
Life and love is really OK,
don't be an idiot and throw it all away.
when you have a good woman be happy and proud,
get on that roof top and shout it out loud.
don't toss it aside, cause your angry inside,
give love a chance, her on your arm bursting with pride.
I'll be honest, and truthful, and hope you will find,
the problem within, ill try to be kind,
but ADHD just makes me be true
I really mean no harm, just giving you a clue.
You can hate me, detest me, I really don't care,
I know what your about, I'll stand and stare,
see if you have the balls, to really be true,
when you stand say 'hello, and how are you?'
Been there, and done it, its really no big deal,
2 faced coward is what i do feel.
thing is it really, you don't need to be like that,
but too proud to say, 'yeah OK I been a prat'
No need at all for the mess that is made,
drag yourself out of that neanderthal cave.
there's more to life than fighting and hating,
you only get on shot, so love and stop wasting.
Let people in, let out your fears,
or cling on to em tight, for another 30 years,
hold on to trouble, grip tight onto hate,
lets these years pass you by, and then its too late.
look at yourself, are you really ok??
want another day marked off, with only hate to say?
we want to make you smile, and assure you its fine,
hold glasses of wine up and clink with ' lets dine'
So I suppose the point, I am trying to say,
with my ADHD, I'll just say it this way,
My words come out 'hectic' and not make much sense,
but I'm trying to help you, I make no pretense.
If you think this is about you, or someone you know,
I hope that this poem will help someone to grow,
Just ask and I'll tell you, I wont hide in the forest,
I don't have two faces, you know ill be honest!
So I bid you goodnight, and tell you I'm grateful,
for Tony, my love, I can trust he'll be faithful,
He treats me with love and respect, don't harass me,
two way trust, with my man, means the world, I'll never judge he.
Shame on you wasters, throwing real love away,
it will spring up on you, you'll realize one day,
you had it right there, in the palm of your hand,
but crushed it and blew it away like the sand.
I had gotten to that stage,
Where true love was but a mirage.
When one is hurt too many times
By these daughters of Eve,
The heart must surely cease to give
Until such a time as right
To smile again and see the light.
Miranda, fairest of them all
Adored our trips to the mall.
I could tell from her charming eyes
That her love would be my demise,
So I fled with what coins I had left,
For her love was akin to theft.
That was when I met my Nora.
By all that’s sweet, she had an aura!
Pretty young thing, genteel with her voice,
Of many boys she was the choice.
Flawless, petite, her looks were fine.
I swore by love to make her mine.
Lovely were those nights we shared.
But like I’m sure you must have heard,
The flawless ones are just as marred within.
She had a love affair with gin.
Then came the age of Olivia,
The sight of whom did make me shiver.
Kind with words, light on her feet,
The kind of girl you’d love to meet.
Many were those that saw the sight
Of our love, both day and night.
Looks of envy, of jealousy
I mistook them all to be,
For they were looks of pity,
As it turned out my Olivia
Was liberal with her Banana.
Pauline rescued me from distress,
Mended me like a seamstress.
I gave my heart, to her my all,
I felt so bad she fled with Paul.
Was at the base, looking up,
When I saw a damsel stop.
Lovely, round, Quinta was her name.
Her looks were calm, her manners tame
I really wished she’d stay the same,
But to when she left, from when she came,
Deception was her only game.
My path to love had been so rough,
So hard, rugged, it made me tough.
It wasn’t long ‘fore I met Rose,
Pretty, sweeter by the dose.
To her I took an instant liking.
But once we went bike riding,
She met a long lost cousin,
T’wards whom she showed uncanny liking.
Well, that was fair, or so I thought,
Till the day in bed, them both I caught.
Like I said, I’d become tough
And her little act was not enough
To get this old stallion
Weep from pain and feel alone.
I marched right on.
The wind brought in Sylvia,
So pious, in love with prayer.
Nearly was I fooled
By her style, the way she schooled.
Saintly demon she proved to be,
Sworn to stay the same eternally.
Thelma just didn’t get it right.
She lit a quarrel, then a fight.
Her seasoning too was prone to loiter.
It’s thanks to her I’m free from goiter!
Ursula, a foreign girl I met,
Was close to base and thickly set.
Many were the times her mind was set
On losing all my savings in a bet.
She saw no bars,
She kept no laws.
The time we shared was but a loss.
Why all this fuss?
Why all this pain?
I held them all in such disdain,
And swore by life I would detain
My heart with bonds of chain
Till came that time when girls be sane.
At last it came, or so I thought,
As Vanessa, misfortune brought.
Her looks were fine,
Her smile was nice,
But all she knew to make was rice.
Winifred too followed the cue,
And like you know I wish I knew,
She was a night rider,
A hidden foe, a crouching tiger.
Many were the nights
My phone will ring,
And I’d hear the same song sing:
“Winnie got drunk and hit the gutter,
By all that’s holy, please come get her.”
Xena was one like none I’d met.
She broke a lie without a sweat.
I recall one time I heard
Her on the phone, caught every word.
“Who was that?” I had to ask.
It proved to be no sweating task!
“It was my dad”, I think she said,
But she forgot her dad was dead!
I had to go, I could not stand
The way her stories sank in sand.
Yvonne, this girl I met in school,
Had eyes that made you drool.
I did her bid, I played her fool,
It’s sad to know I was her tool.
Zenobia, legs that wouldn’t stop,
Passed by and made my molars drop!
Scantily clad, she caught my eye,
That’s how it works, don’t ask me why!
I loved her gold and blue hair dye.
This was it, I’d found my love
Sent to me from up above.
But she was a business woman
Out to sell to the richest man.
“Does love exist?” I asked myself.
I should just shove it on a shelf.
Please don’t conclude, don’t get me wrong,
I love the ladies, mind not my song.
Just an art, nothing negative,
So please let’s not get sensitive.
This is fun, it’s all a joke.
That was me just being a bloke!
She Was Alone
My brother Joseph told me one day:
I ran to the beach in the need to be alone,
Resting my head on the soft sand giving my
Thoughts the permission to be free, even blind,
I can dream.
Sleep enhanced my vision from Its inner depth
Carried me away to explore the sense of harmony
That overtook my emotions as i started hearing a
sound of music in the air.
Suddenly, a beautiful woman In a theater stage
Ready to perform her own lyre on a harp,
Fascinated by her personality a serene look
At the same time peaceful a smile appeared
Just for a while, amazingly she looked the type of
musician that would leave her audience stunned
I called her my blind musician, as I am a blind musician.
I noticed her make up so ideal to match her
Golden dress that was sleeveless to allow her magical
Hands once they start to play would move with a
Feeling of no strangulation or suffocation.
A V necked dress enough to show part of her bosom
Then came the opened pleats from her waist down that
Would help her musical instrument to feel totally at ease
Once she embraces it for the coming performance.
I could not remove my vision from that phenomena,
Her clothes were a witness to her richness, sitting
On an armless golden chair like a queen, motionless,
Still facing a void as her role to perform was not yet
To begin, nothing surrounding her looked alive not even
A shadow only she and her harp, if I could only
Touch her face to caress her beauty.
No sign for a start; yet watching her harp and emphasizing
That within minutes the curtain will rise slowly for her to
Come face to face with the audience where she would unravel
The mystery of her silence through her melodies lifting the
Spirits of the spectators to a higher level of ecstasy,
Admiration will spread everywhere.
All of a sudden the theater blacked out
The sound of chains lifting up the curtain
Sounded Like a trains whistle arriving to its
A golden light brought life to that woman who will
Perform unconditionally what she knows best to do,
Was playing with aggressiveness a variety of musical
Tunes on her harp.
A note indicated a beginning; her first finger to caress
A string one unique note with its echo silenced the crowd totally.
Then a clap was heard, she refused to waste time, as she was
Yearning to get started avoiding any introduction, began
Caressing all the strings creating jealousy even between each
Finger of who would go first.
Gradually the music intensified so strongly I felt an individual
Wipe away a tear; another was momentarily stunned,
Someone else decided to share his emotions with a kiss to a
Loved one two lovers were holding hands to prove the
Power of a touch.
Her arms free from prison were sliding up and down
Moving on all the strings like a big wave landing
From the wild ocean to relief Its tension on the sand.
The end was exceptional, she retired waving a good bye,
Not knowing she had a husband waiting for her.
The earth moved under me I woke up already In love.
One year later we got married, It was love at first touch
Between Two Blind Individuals.
Doubt is anonymous.
It's (more) synonymous,
to the fairer sex.
It's a, in built feature,
A default setting,
of mother nature.
Selfish at times,
devoid of broader vision.
Natural defense mechanism;
that activates when love
is not reciprocated.
Just a shadow of affection,
Can cast aspirations,
of doubt in the mind.
Seizing, the moment;
Mr. Jealousy, smoothly;
Waltz into her heart.
For nature has cast;
him as a villain,
in life's play.
Bestowed, with the dubious,
gift of 'conviction'.
He plants the seed,
of doubt in her heart.
Tormenting her night and day.
She's just humane.
Blessed, as such,
to be the fairer sex.
Her heart just crumbles.
She starts hearing,
music in her ear.
The rythym of blues,
That's so hauntingly addictive.
Takes her to desolate places.
Insecurity takes her toll.
And plays mind games with her.
Mirages, take control,
of doubting mind.
She is losing her grip,
on the railing of her trust.
From where, she was hanging.
Having slipped, from the deck,
of the sinking ship, of hope.
As her grip loosens,
her mind abandons her.
Slowly; but surely,
she's slipping into the dark,
And as she slips into void.
Wonderful days of her life:
On a cruise ship,
she was sailing.
A voyage so alluring,
happiness and joy,
her constant company.
slept the nights away.
the wonderful days ahead.
A life, filled with unending;
love, with her chosen one.
Her love was waiting,
for her with open arms:
on a sandy shore.
Cupid's arrows spring fourth,
and strike the target with precision.
Venus she quivers, with jealousy.
Erotica spreads her wings,
and soars into the winds.
her stardust in the sky.
Her heart would tingle.
She'll feel weak in her limbs.
Her whole body will shudder.
A symphony in agony and ecstasy.
Garnished with a dash of love.
Drizzle of sex and little sprinkle of lust .
And little twist of sweetness from the lips.
Enchanting life with immortality.
That's bliss so sublime.
That Picasso's colours,
have lost their hues.
music sounds off tune.
She feels the rapid beating,
of her gentle heart,.
the heaving of her soft breast.
And the pounding of his chest,
against her breast.
Her ecstasy reaches the crescendo,
And plummets back to the ground.
As the rippled, sensation generated;
in her loins, subside in concentric waves.
She completely encapsulated,
with unyielding love.
Where there is no time or space.
Emancipation from the Mortal kind.
Manna from the heaven above.
The gift ordained,
by the wonderful,
handiwork, of the Creator.
The, only physical thing that exists,
free of any encumbrance.
So spiritual, it cannot be experienced,
They lie in each other arms,
Savouring extreme rapture,
Of the ecstasy.
Devoid of expectations,
of any kind.
Just a prologue,
epilogue to life.
The view enlivened her imagination by remembering how
she escaped her long past history of abuse by being judged
over the years she had nightmares as it was not her fault their
eyes were all over her.
She had been down living at the bottom of the valley due to the
aggressiveness of her surroundings their absence of sympathy
and love dissipated she was being punished for many things she
haven't done, she was always to blame as she had nothing in
common she came from a deep different background that
provoked this jealousy.
Being judged will change her attitude voluntarily her
communicating will grow beyond she will not feel trapped
and will not allow herself to suffer her velocity will willfully
create wrath among those who had judged her.
She was ready to show the whole world her shifting to shipshape
will let them yowl and hear no echo.
She will make them feel that she is far to superior she will dismiss
her liaison with this family she will afford to brag about her
brain its beauty will feel attractive and authentic its serenity
will serve to seek a security that will vanquish whoever poured
their venom over her.
The inner woman she knew which had lived with a past
suddenly became a stranger she changed to become
overwhelmed with happiness with a rich soul.
She has been single and skeptic her decision is made to
overcome her shyness by sending a signal towards a
special individual who might cast his spellbound over
her to carry her as far away towards a spiritual sphere.
Her appetite will become apparent to arouse that
aristocrat who will approve to admire her personality
cruise towards a bright future her sensational life will
begin abruptly ignoring the abuse and welcoming freedom
that will prevail towards her adventurous encounter.
One of the biggest moments of her life is when she would find
someone who still believes in love believes in the same goals
and aspirations then her adoration towards him will exude
beyond a birth in her she will amaze her new companion with
her angelic appearance different allure, she hadn't finished the
sentence when she heard the door creak and closes, it was him
her first love when she was younger in age, yesterday he found
her and asked if she was free that happening for a reason of us
meeting at the right time and the right place will get us
together to create a beautiful home for the near future,
that was his message.
They stayed in love since the creaking of that door
Adam, his moves is like no other,
Thank you for taking the knife out my back
A dagger I ignored,
until the odor of hate kept pushing the blade deeper than before
Adam, dear, don't think less of me,
since I will voice my vicious words once more
The way the stranger slicked and slithered in a worm like movement
I was hooked, I admit, biting the apple for the second time
I will no longer bite my tongue,
watch as I hand over the dull knife back to this dark lonely shadow
Blind under the unguarded tree, a quick voice drew me in
The way it came at me, like a friend holding hands, covering my back,
A paradise in his own mind, a moat of quicksand, my foot sunk in
Offering his game,
A stench I ignored, building friendships, trusting the new employee
I don't run with the sheep,
must I be punished for accepting his bouquet of daisies
Adam, I can't take this, the way he slanders, our name
Must I make a fool, from he who's been bitten by fools before
I don't wish to go down this road, but I have no choice
These sneaky attacks, are the weakest form of sinning
In a way I kind of feel sad, and wish he bathe his words in chlorine
A reptile, like the chameleon, I did not see this one coming.
The only theft that took place, was when the stranger took my friendship
And shook the devils hand, in front of me, laughing at the notion
Of never having my back, a slap in the face, for luring him my way
Adam, you are my man, you are tall,
Like a lady I will step back and let you take care of it all.
Who is that dark stranger squatting sickly,
Yelping about theft from inside that dying oak tree in the ditch,
Do you smell him with that rancid rage, jealousy jingling in eyes,
He wears reptile hide sown together with rat's tails,
Listen Luv, he's speaking of cliffs and crosses,
Warning us about constructing original ideas, original Love,
He sounds like some prancing paper preacher,
A pen with no story, a plan with no passion,
He claims our journey as his own
Yet he has no Woman, no Holy Rod,
His only charm is a dried pig's tail tied around his arm,
Now he throws mud in your direction like a burnt bully,
Remain here Eve, this is a dangerous animal,
I will go over there to quiet his madness as hammers lay rest to nails,
Eve, that demon told me we should rewind our ambition
Back to the garden of glee, back to where life is free,
Tried to persuade me to abandon you like rain from sky,
Eve My luv, he said things against your virtue,
I felt anger as war feels frenzy
And rammed my fist through his mouth,
He has violated the wrong Kingdom,
We will laugh over the carcass
Of his patheticness as we bury him,
A Poets Collaboration: Adam & Eve
I didn't know hearts could speak until we crossed part
I was walking home, carrying a heart laden with the grief of my brother’s death
My mind straddling from the nostalgia of our bonded brotherhood
to the thought of what the afterlife would deal him.
You were seated at a secluded corner, carrying your hearts in your hands
And crying out your eyeballs, wishing if God could bring back your father’s life.
Upon that lonely and rejected wood we, dejected souls, sat cursing out death tirelessly
For taking away our beloved brother and father.
That day, I heard my heart speak for the first time; my heart exploded in awe
And I felt I was captured under a spell; I saw the aura of glory in your eyes.
It wasn’t your exquisite awe-inspiring beauty that got me lovey-dovey
But the natural calmness in your voice as you told me your stories.
You reminded me of the fabled Arabian princess.
My emotions turned into Janus- one reminding me of a lost brother
The other, quite domineering, nudging me in my veins never to let you go.
You saw the magic in my eyes; you felt the same way I felt
We were marveled that fate brought us to meet on a lonely path.
With your amazing pieces of cakes you re-awakened my dead love life on your birthday
Your cakes were brilliant; you made them from magnificent range of fruits and spices
The smells were superb. The aromatic smells of the cakes cooking in the oven and smearing your kitchen sent us to an early bubbly romance.
We became lovebirds; your crystal steaming room, neatly furnished with vitality bed,, made for only two- us, was our love nest; we enjoyed every of our love bites.
That night, you made a tipsy cake; we dined and wined while the stars watched over us
We sang to our ears; every single love song we played, we made ours
We danced while we got intoxicated on our own supply
And before our eyes the night closed its nocturnal doors.
Under your winter blanket were two figures, glued in carnal brash adventure, wishing the moment would never end.
I prayed tomorrow never to come. Alas! Uninvited, the Morning woke tomorrow up
Under the blanket, we watched the sun set.
But tomorrow came Janus-faced; with a vice we never wished for- impassioned jealousy
It tore us apart; pulled us away; and took away our precious moments
But I still carry in my heart those precious moments.
It was on a day just like this,
I was lying down and pondering the abyss,
When I thought about you with you big stupid face,
and I knew to let you live would be a disgrace,
In no time at all I was set on my plan,
Before we were friends I was even your best man,
I stood next to you at your wedding and feigned a smile,
When really in my heart I hated you all the while,
I watched as you got the girl, the job and all the respect,
And in my soul the hatred and jealousy grew and grew unchecked,
But at first I wasn’t sure exactly what to do,
My scheme wouldn’t fail; I would check it through and through,
I would kill you for sure until you were dead,
That was the thought in my murderous head,
But how should I do it I couldn’t decide,
Push you out of a window and claim suicide?
Beat you into oblivion with a frying pan,
Push you in front of a car a bus or a tram,
Buy a gun and shoot you in the guts,
Yes there was nothing for it; No ifs no buts,
It would be poison in your coffee when nobody looks,
All I’ve got to do is set the date,
And set up the cogs and wheels ready to activate,
My sinister scheme to rid the world of your life,
And then to act all distraught and run away with your wife.
For you see my motives are simple and clear,
I want you dead, your money and your lady so dear.
First I must procure some cyanide pills,
With poison there’s No mess no fuss, no screaming or thrills,
For no one can detect it’s presence so black,
And it will simply look like you’ve had a heart attack,
Once you are dead I will call the police,
And then set about transferring your money for my future peace,
Because as you know I have all your bank details,
And the one with such knowledge always prevails,
I must be patient and not give into haste,
I will woo your wife and slowly take your place,
And then once she’s mine I will marry her,
And take control of her financial affairs,
But before I have taken your money and stolen your spouse,
Murdered you dead and moved into your house,
I will ruin your reputation with your job and local community,
I must act now and seize the opportunity,
To plant some drugs in your office desk and call your boss,
I will make it look like you fiddled the books, the profit and loss,
So after they have investigated you and brought you before the board,
They will arrest and detain you for credit card fraud,
But please don’t think that I will get my comeuppance,
All I will do is smile and laugh; to me you’re not even worth a tuppence
No don’t be deluded into thinking I ‘ll be punished
When they find your dead body I will act all astonished
Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn
world around. You tell them things that you've never shared with another soul and
absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more.You share hopes for
dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many
disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens,
you can't wait
to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not
embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you
make a fool
of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not
enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that
you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or
only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry
they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem
insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable
kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back
so clear and vivid it's like being young again. Colors seem brighter and more
Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn't exist at
A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day's work and
brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there's no need for continuous
conversation, but you find you're quite content in just having them nearby. Things
never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are
this person who is so special to you.
You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple
them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the
You open your heart knowing that there's a chance it may be broken one day and
opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed
You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true
that's so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend
possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely
exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a
of your life.
Stars jaded with delight
because the sky was torn in two
My angel loses flight
With crumpled paper wings
Ashes to ashes
Dust to surrender
while the clouds hold no regard
A love story of sorts
Leaving a bitter taste of loss crawling under your skin
Mumbled speech with even harsher tones
She was ignoring me, But i didn't seem to care
A refreshing smile wandered on her face
As she wrapped her arms around another man
But jealousy seemed to have no hold on me
Squandering at the thought and an undeniable love
But no connection, a desire, a viable drug
She told him to leave, her heart on her sleeve
Emotions run dry when it's just you and i
I walk on, and never look back
But my perception is clear and full of indelible fears
She holds another man's hand, lack of a whispering tear
Speech so beautiful..trite but sweet, like a kiss in the ear
But this didn't phase me
And again she says
Just leave, you're not good enough for me
I like you, but whats the point?
I admit, i smiled that she left him behind
A love to define and a truth to defy
What now? I ask myself
I walk on and never look back
Souls with destinations proposed
walk past with mingling ideas
presented by the touch of a rose
I feel her presence .. Her shadow bothers me
She's following me, but do i want to look?
She grabs my arm and turns me around
A smile so beautiful, bright as day
Yet monotone, shrouded in grey
She puts her arms around me
And looks me straight in the eye
She struggles to speak as she begins to cry
"I Love You" she says, the words ringing in my head
We stand there, like time stood still
If i let Her go would it be for forever?
I Love You and only You and though it doesnt seem like it
We'll make this right. I promise...
"I.. Love You Too," I struggled to say
"forever.." I mumbled and prayed
Here, In Your Arms, where I'm supposed to be
A feeling so complete, when she was close to me
"Never say Never, don't deny me this love..."
I open my eyes.
Is she here?
I wake up alone, in the morning
My phone is ringing and the klaxon's singing
A feeling of anger sweeps me off my feet
A hatred so deep, discontent so obvious
I try and believe that it was all real
But it wasn't .
I drive my fist into my pillow, and lie dormant
Screaming quietly towards the sunshine
Damn it, Why?
I tried to go back, but reality set in
Loss is collateral while the only fatality is sin
Why did i have to wake up?
She said she loved me.
She said she loved me.
In my dream...