Best Envying Poems

You, Mariana—deepest trench of my knowing  
   I call you by name not to possess it
but because it is the only prayer  
   I have ever known how to say  

You are the sea—each wave not an argument...

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No one lives in a democracy opening word lie 
Let's be frank for a moment we are all slaves 
unto a taxpaying system none the less true 

Graded by our salary in class distinction fact 
poor lawless order is the ruling bodies ignorance 
that takes...

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Reliving painful moments every single day
Envying other's fortune
Always wanting the love of another
Loving people who will never care
Inviting things into your life that you can't handle
Trying to forgive while dealing with more pain
Yearning for the perfect life that no one will ever have...

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For walking, by early morning sharp 6,
Parking my cycle by children’s park,
Started I, round the park.
Breeze severe, drizzle slow.
Rushing to shelter I see rain, 
no welcome face in park.
happy inside I showed aversion 
my surprise! Flowers smile, butterflies dance,
bloody some flies too joined the dance.
passion...

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In the jingle of your bracelet,
In the kohl that lined your inquisitive eyes,
In the softness of your lips,
I see my love soothing. 
 
In the changing colors of the sky,
In the delicate ensemble of the words, 
In the early morning drizzle,
I see your acceptance of...

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I look up at the ebony, starlit sky…I’m gravity-bound…I’m awestruck 
& I don’t know why I feel stuck in place…I’m searching all over the place…the 
only thing I seek and prize is your striking face…but, my young heart is slowly 
breaking apart at the seams…I...

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What colour am I?
Am I red, like the ruby in a ring?
Or orange, burning bright, flickering from the fire?

What colour am I?
Am I yellow, sour as a lemon, piercing my tongue?
Or green, envying the beauty of others around?

What colour am I?
Am I blue, sunken deep...

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Judge Mental People


throwing rocks at crippled dogs
torturing non-classroom frogs
wallowing in self made bogs
pure jealously – non-feral hogs
consuming nothing but the same
the daily slop, a little grain
the grayish mud a match for brain
an open gate too much a strain
peering from their darkened sty
envying the darting fly
suspicious...

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The Most High way, Abba Father,
your hands are full, always a-bless,
never ending- your palms of grace.
You are love…ing in a pow-er-ful way!

Hallelujahs forever born.
The light of sun, of color’s mirth.
The apt applause t’ward great I Am.
You are joy-ful, in a pow-er-ful way!

Heart’s rest, presence so...

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Am I hideous 


So many years have drained,
slowly taking what was once mine
scattering it over endless thoughts and memories
and I wonder why, where has it all gone?
Silver finds locks once dark,
muscles speak in much louder tones

Sleep is something of youthful moments
and nightmares wrap me where...

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If you should leave before I do
(and I pray that won't be the case),
precious things I'll recall about you.

The words you spoke
were sweet, gentle and kind.
I hold them with love on my mind.

Your voice was warm and silky soft,
it soothed every pain I knew
and healed...

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(Jodhpur is a beautiful, cultural, historical city in Rajasthan, India. This poem is all
about Jodhpur from her mouth as she told).


Left behind her beamish days of time of life, her days of girlhood…
Left behind her mother’s warmth and faced against frailties,
She left behind her father’s...

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I should embrace the thought of Karma,
that positive aspect that could change me,
instead I rely on my irresistible Charisma
which sparks the friendlessness in me.

I'm more than a kind-hearted man when it
it comes to helping others by lending a hand;
I am the universal believer of honor...

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So you want to be a nurse?

 

 

You study until you vomit

You pass the exam with a “c.”

Staying up all night preparing

For clinicals, the next day

 

Scratching your way to the top

For a calling, that’s not you

Envying those, with titles

Drooling, to be through

 

Perhaps,...

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(for Jon Accomando)

mine was the last generation to be spanked. sensuous and real, w/ corporal punishment— at
least you felt something.
sadly, it too has been corrupted.
in the new violence no one raises a hand— eyebrows and whispers, an errant son reclaimed?
“fr yr own good. for your...

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