Best Envied Poems
I am spellbound and perfectly misplaced
in frozen arms of a broken spring
where garnet gaze of sage wood sun
is envied by the pale moon
convincing rose quartz stars
that changes arise
whilst lilac lines
sail across
silken
lace
of
pearly
reflections
from lunar beams
descending swiftly
As eclipsed metaphors
draw darkness across grey dawns
draped in specks of daffodil dreams
for an earth soaked in aquamarine
Yet, jealousy sneaks in and chains blind hearts
Copy cats,
I never liked them,
They stalk like they don't care,
But they do.
They seem glad for your success,
But they are just envied.
They congratulate and hug you,
But they just stab you in the back.
But what they don't know,
Is that you will always be a step ahead,
And they will wander behind.
Just know you are winning,
When you are being copied.. :)
Envy eats at my eager overtone.
Airing aspirations of me alone.
Resenting ruse, requiring need.
Festering famine, for you I feed.
Covet creation, I crave carelessly.
Desiring deeply, damn fearlessly.
Greedily grasping for others gain
Invidious intrusion, idly insane.
Spitefully starving, stalking prey.
Jealously jaunting, without delay.
Longing lust, loathing your term.
Craving prosperity, cash I affirm.
Rendition of riches, reasons resent.
In umbrage euthanizing my consent.
Tilling your toils, for me you taste –
Conceding to my monetary embrace.
Eagerly empowering an envied state.
Devouring dignity, a diligent debate.
Victoriously vigor, voicelessly vim.
Gluttony so gracious, greedily grim.
The spirits envied us
Because we are humans
because we have flesh and blood
because we are not hollow
because we have a heart
because we have feelings
because we can fear
because we can cry
because we can feel pains
because we can reproduce
because the earth fits us as home
the spirits envied us
I am Africa, that old but envied Granny
Since Adam and Eve, I lived many moons
Many greed what the Creator gave me
He crafted me with valuable stones and beauty
He made me natural, proud and virgin
Stamina he gave me to feed my people
Long peace, I dream for my family
I am Africa, that black desired Granny
But I have been pillaged, wounded
My guts and people agonized
My family got split by blizzards
Now I am crying for my generations
Our history has been stolen or buried
But I am tireless to recover it; I am prolific
I am that envied and sleepless Granny
I am saddened foes invaded our land
They are stealing family children to trade them
They resettle them far away in deserts
To sleep, they weave nests in plantations
There I will no more see them
The huts and families they left miss them
Still, I am that courageous and coveted Granny
Although invaders reached our plots
To rape our bodies, souls and lands
We claimed here and there; we were killed
Our blood shed, but we got freedom
We sang, clapped hands and danced for joy
I know my sons are on power
Being that determined wakeful Granny
I thought we could repair the damages
And sing the song of peace universally
Alas, my brood grew Cain and Abel
They started eating one another
Spears and arrows spoke in villages
So I became more morally hurt than ever
And today as we all are around the fire
A reminder to you with a people’s drum
Beat the barrel not to alter our Book
Beat it to eschew hatred and spears
Beat it to trigger committed toil and unity
Beat it for the sun is shining tomorrow
My legacy to you all: RESPECT THE BOOK.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Hey- what'll you do if you're left alone,
and it's not all, on a hot and dry land
Where nobody is nix known?
Listen to a camel's heart-
Camel, storing all its strength in its hump,
and looking very-very smart.
Camel resists in desert's dirt,
Can you think how much he envied?
He's often called the 'ship of desert':
This is because of their
Ability to navigate the harsh desert
which sounds awful and mournful
But never mind, it's all desert's scramble,
So hats off to camel uncle!
I envied the baby
and felt I grow old.
when I carried the baby
held her hand-in-hand
i felt old; the baby is a new-life.
But one day, though I don't know
what the future holds:
I see the baby grows old too.
back to my consciousness with
the baby; I feel I grow young.
I envied the baby.
Streams of light in lifeless skies
Each night a longing becomes immense
Cut darkness just like fireflies
Awoken feeling of mystery intense
Where light bulbs disappear and fuse
Or fall when they loose their grip
The tilting jug of the Milky Way unused
Not even to quench the wish of a sip
Minefield where deadly games are played
And wounded hide there scars
Moving target turns night to day
Evading shooting stars
But Sagittarius doesn’t know
The bull’s-eye at which he aims
Is Taurus’ disappearing show
The war vet of mind games
We’re centered to view this free lightshow
Where envious stars afraid of the night
Look down on us and wish to know
The views mirrored from their light
Star buckle beauty
Holding my pants up
Wonderful design
Gorgeous and awesome
Compares like none seen
Envied by many men
Buckle is loved
By near everyone
Shiny silver buckle
A star attraction
Never will I part
From my beautiful
Star buckle wonder
Russell Sivey