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Yesterday Love Was Such An Easy Game To Play


Yesterday, I went home for lunch, I never go home for lunch. When I got to our apartment  I don't know why but I didn't reach for my key.  Francine was at work and I always leave last in the morning.  I was sure I had locked the door but I didn't reach for my key. I reached for the door knob and turned. The door was open.  I don't know how I knew. The moment I entered I knew.  I froze. I could feel it, smell it, hell I could taste it. I started walking but my muscles wouldn't move,  my lungs were grasping for air  for some oxygen  some sweet, sweet oxygen but I could barely breathe. “Leave!” I told myself but I kept walking. Not really walking,  it was like moving through mud,  like a slow motion scene in a movie.  But this wasn't a movie.  This was my life and I could feel it slipping away  from my grasp. I heard noises! Francine.  I had heard those noises a hundred times before,  they were the sounds of an Angel  but this was no heaven  this was my own private nightmare. The moans traveled through the muck in the air  amplified like the hiss from a distorted speaker.  It mocked me over and over again. Climbing a mountain might have been easier  but I finally reached the bedroom, and there they were, and there she was. I knew, I knew the moment I entered the apartment.  Why hadn't I just turned back?  I could barely see, my eyes were blurry,  covered in layers of my own tears. I could see her  I knew I had never seen him before. They were naked and in our bed.  Naked in OUR BED! How do you that? How do you cross the line to that extreme? You'd think the green eyed monster  would control my actions from here on in.  I did see green! I was insanely jealous but I didn't want to end up the morning headline in the newspaper. That monster jealousy was by my side but I took charge.  I'd have to keep him at bay, at least for now. You'd think I would be mad, I wasn't. You'd think I'd curse and call her whore. I didn't! Being cut open alive must be lest painful than this.   This hacked away at my spirit,  tore away at my self worth. I felt like a pile of worthless shreds. I spoke I mean my lips moved and words came out... I think.  I think I said,  I'm not sure it all happened so fast, she never spoke. I could see the shame on her face  she didn't need to speak,  but, but I think I said 'Sorry... I said Sorry and I left. I wandered for what seemed hours,  it was minutes.  It wasn't like I was meandering to a different drummer;  there just wasn't any music anymore. I was moving to the rhythm of the beating of my own heart.  Like a broken record it was skipping, like a broken record it played  in a loop of repetitive monotony. I suffered in my circled steps  until I couldn't stand it any more. I found just enough strength  to return to the apartment. I knew she was gone  I already felt the emptiness in my whole. We'd never see each other again. We had been so much. She was a big part of my life. She was the love of my life. I would never love anyone like that again. So much of her was me. I thought she was my soul mate. We let go of all of it. There is a feeling of betrayal. A feeling of disgust. A jealousy that takes over. I'd never look at her the same again. Everything she ever did from that day on would always make me suspicious. Jealousy would rule me. Jealousy should never rule anyone. If you can't trust the people in your life, friend or lover, you need to remove that person from your life. You have to remove that person out of your life. Trust, is the only gift we can offer. Friend, lover or stranger! People can trust me. My word is my bond. I let her go,  I really didn't have a choice I would never be the same again. She was gone. She had left a note. It said Sorry! Sorry! We both were. Maurice Yvonne 11~30~2014 Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker Contest Name: The Green-Eyed Monster 
 


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014


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SAVING THE BEST TILL LAST

All I could do was stand and stare Your actions caught me unaware I’d got it earmarked all for me To enjoy with my cup of tea I arrived in the room – my eyes grew wide The very last chocolate éclair, it was inside YOUR mouth ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MEN! 11~25~14 Contest: Green Eyed Monster Sponser: Verlena. S. Walker


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014


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A Jealous Woman

A jealous woman am I…a very jealous woman
For you, dear, are MY man, my very own possession

Yes, I do own you; you are under my lock and key
Don’t you dare now look at her, for you belong to ME!

My love is a gilded cage, but a cage nonetheless
If you dare try to escape, you’ll suffer…I confess

You know I will track you down, and then I’ll make you pay
I’ll bring fire to your nights and torture you by day

You are branded with my love; it's plain for all to see
Revenge on seductress will come swiftly, trust in me!

The fire that burns you up when you are in MY bed
The self same will sear your heart, if you love her instead 

You see, my dear, you’re mine…all mine…mine and ONLY mine
Baby, don’t you mess things up, and I will treat you fine

I’ll be your muse and your slave; I’ll be your everything
Ask of me your every wish; I’ll treat you like a king.

A jealous woman am I, a very jealous woman...
But if you stay my own, I’ll make you taste of heaven.

For Verlena's Green Eyed Monster Contest
A Repost
Not Entered in any contest before


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014


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Greeny

I went a searchen for da green eyed monster
Yet da big fella was nowhere in site
They'd said he was really quite fearsum
He'd often appear on a saderday night

I went out wit my little woman
That sweet gal o mine lookin so fine
If ya asked me to give er a ratin
She'd be a ten or at least a nine

Da more dat I got inta ma drinkin
Ma senses dey became super fine
I noticed sum good lookin fella
Eyen dat special woman o mine

The vessels in ma neck started poppin
My eyes began glowin a sickly green
I got up frum ma chair started screamin
Dats right I started makin a scene

Ma little woman she was sum embarrassed 
That yung fella smashed me in da face
Tank goodness she came to ma rescue
It's a good ting she had a can a mace

It seems I'd been mad about nutin
Dat young fella had been on a date
Ma wife told me dat I'd bin right silly
She was quite sure dat his date's name was Nate

Tankfully dos green eyes dey turned back ta blue
Da colour now is gone wit out a trace
except for da red and da black an blue
dat now is coverin dis here old face


For Verlena Walker's Green Eyed Monster contest


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014


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Hyacinth

The winged god Zephyrus, handsome and graceful
gently flapped his wings, gliding across the meadows.
His eyes fell on naked youths splashing at play
in the sparkling water of a deep wide pool, sheltered  
by willow trees, where fragrant flowers bloomed.
He slowed his flight and looked with lust and admiration.
On the green grass he espied a tender youth;
athletic and beautiful was this young Spartan prince, 
scantily dressed, playing his flute with nimble touch.
Zephyrus’ heart fluttered and leapt; he could not help
falling deeply in love with beautiful Hyacinth. 
Little did he know that he was already being
courted by Apollo! Out of sight he lay in wait 
then made his move and sought him out at sunset.
He approached him and with golden words he tried 
to tempt his heart, but all in vain. Though impressed,
Hyacinth remained firm and faithful to Apollo.
That night, Zephyrus many restless hours spent
alone, ignoring Chloris’s sexual charms.
Entangled thoughts engulfed his frenzied mind,
jealousy clawed at his heart, tore deep within.
Dawn arrived, and bleary eyed he hastened forth
towards the hills, in search of calm respite.
Alas, it was not meant to be; envy reared its head
with poisoned fangs that sent him reeling mad.
Emotions changed from red to green, and in despair
he flew high up, aimlessly circling in the sky. 
Then all at once, upon a verdant field below,
he caught sight of Hyacinth and Apollo 
playfully engaged in discus throwing. 
The green-eyed monster lunged and with swift intent
Zephyrus blew a gust of wind that swerved the discus
from its route and it hit Hyacinth on the head
resulting in instant death. Jealousy prevailed. 
Furious yet heartbroken, Apollo held Hyacinth
tightly in his arms, blood dripping from his temple; 
and with one last act of love he changed that blood
into a most beautiful flower called Hyacinth.

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Contest: Epic Only
Sponsor: Skat A
Placed 3rd



Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015


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My Seven ''Deadly'' Sins


Oh pride, pride, I do have pride
Pride of my country, pride in my siblings, and my nephews and niece
I am proud of me too, I am a survivor, proud of every single word that I pen ~
Think, if one had zero pride what would we be 
So, to me  a certain amount of pride is okay
Cloud my judgement not    head up in every downfall   able to stand proud . . 

Oh greed, greed, it can be excessive
The need for material things, such as money, cars, symbols of wealth
I work hard so I can live in this nice Victorian apartment ~ 
Have food to eat, even indulged in a big screen television
Does that mean greed?  No simply, rewards for hard work
An always seeking    putting things before this life   the need is endless . . . 

Oh lust, lust, that sweet desire for love and power 
Within each of us is this need to love and to be loved, to have
For me lust is fine as long as it is two-sided ~
Not directed at someone who does not return the love. 
That is just unnatural, and the need for power, being number one is wrong
Oh I recall him    the deep love and sweet passion    at his tomb I weep . . .

Oh anger, anger, that wrath that involves many feelings
It is a useless emotional response, a hurt
We feel violated and it triggers the fight brain response ~
Wanting revenge with hasty and sudden responses
Thankfully in my life, I just walk away
Negative feelings    silence    poison pen  gossip    I just turn away . . . 

Oh gluttony, gluttony, over-indulgence
Guilty at Christmastime for sure, I over did it at dinner
And I did gulp down that box of chocolates given as a gift ~
But that is not everyday and I do give food to the poor
Well maybe me and my friend did gulp down buttered popcorn at the movies
I saw a man lost    and gave him my chicken meal    I had more at home . . .

Oh envy, envy, you green eyed monster
If it creates hate that is bad but it can create striving to be better
Make one want to be better, do better, accomplish more ~
To envy and admire another is fine, but to want to topple them so wrong
Go about making a plan on how to defeat them, is wrong, wrong
Outdo and undo    deep emotional thoughts    be happy with you . . . 

Oh sloth, sloth, that is definitely  me on days off
I am physically totally inactive, so guilty of doing nothing, NOTHING
Loving my respite from work, guilty of snail behaviour ~
Lazy and idle as a snail, that is me on days off from my high stress job
Just love the stillness of home, the tranquility of nothingness
A lover of sleep    a dreamer of dreams and dreams    sweet serenity . . . 

___________________________
January 20, 2016

Free Verse

For the contest, The Deadly Sins, sponsor, John Lawless 

Third Place



Copyright © Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016


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When Jealousy Rears Its Ugly Head

Yesterday I went home for lunch I never go home for lunch When I got to our apartment I don't know why but I didn't reach for my key I was sure I had locked the door but I didn't reach for my key I reached for the door knob and turned The door was open The moment I entered I knew I froze I could feel it smell it hell I could taste it I started walking but my muscles wouldn't move my lungs were grasping for air for some oxygen but I could barely breathe Leave I told myself but I kept walking Not really walking, it was like a slow motion scene in a movie But this wasn't a movie This was my life and I could feel it slipping away from my grasp I heard noises Francine I had heard those noises a hundred times before they were the sounds of an Angel but this was no heaven this was my own private nightmare The moans traveled through the muck in the air and were amplified like the hiss from a distorted speaker It mocked me over and over again Climbing a mountain might have been easier I finally reached the bedroom I knew the moment I entered the apartment Why hadn't I just turned back I could barely see my eyes were covered in layers of salted moisture but I could see her I had never seen him before They were naked in our bed Our bed You'd think the green eyed monster would control my actions from here on in. I was insanely jealous but I didn't want to end up the morning headline in the newspaper. That monster jealousy was by my side but I took charge. I'd have to keep him at bay, at least for now. You'd think I would be mad I wasn't You'd think I'd curse and call her whore she wasn't She was just sharing, sharing her body with someone, someone who wasn’t me Being cut open alive must be less painful than this I had done the same countless times before That was so different it felt so harmless the other way around You excuse it rationalize it away But this hacked away at my spirit and tore at my self-worth I spoke I mean my lips moved and words came out I think I think I said I'm not sure it all happened so fast she never spoke I could see the shame on her face she didn't need to speak but but I think I said Sorry I said Sorry and I left I wandered for what seemed hours it was minutes It wasn't like I was meandering to a different drummer there just wasn't any music anymore I was moving to the rhythm of the beating of my heart Like a broken record it was skipping I suffered in my circled steps until I couldn't stand anymore and found just enough strength to return to the apartment I knew she was gone I already felt the emptiness in my frame She was gone She had left a note It said Sorry Sorry! We both were.
Maurice Yvonne Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker Contest Name: The Green-Eyed Monster


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014


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Saints and Sinners

 Tales of saints and sinners of ancient times
   Where human nature  becomes the paradigm
 And the green eyed monster reared its ugly head
    In the dust one brother lay dead

   A tale of strength, but man was weak
 And from his lips his secret slipped
   As his lover's betrayal wreaked
 his demise, and all his strength was stripped
 
 Julius Caesar the perpetual king
    No saint was he but fate did bring
 him to a gruesome end
    Lured to his death by a so called friend

 Friendships often turn to dust
    When betrayal is the sin from those we trust

 


Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2016


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Now Your Love, Dwells There In Hellish And Lost Dreams


    Now Your Love, Dwells There In Hellish And Lost Dreams

    Deep the cold at foot of our abandoned bed
    where roses wilt, praying early frost to die
    Green-eyed monster laughing loud to be fed
    your new "friends" gladly providing the lie
    No pleasure in revealing this most foul deed
    no solace in showing past pain in new light
    Was too late once you took on the bad seed
    turning once bright day into darkest night

    What of fantastic past joys we had both shared
    morns wrapped in warm bodies refusing to rise
    In darkness, my soul and heart was ensnared
    took years to recover from that surprise.

    Now your love, dwells there in hellish and lost dreams
    My spirit glows in relief, in love's true streams.

    R.J. Lindley,
    Sept 12th 1976

    Sonnet, 11 on 10....

    Poem Syllable Counter Results
    Syllables Per Line: 11 11 10 10 11 11 10 10 0 11 11 10 10 0 11 11
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    New Note( the old note and its cursing deleted)- These decades later the powerful dream still comes attempting to haunt.
    I wake with a smile knowing I survived and eventually prospered...


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016


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Storms of Hate

 When hearts are enraged 
 by storms they cannot control
 Violent actions may lead
 to murder most foul

 A heart filled with hate
 will not hesitate
 to kill those it despises
 Life it will annihilate 

 Jealousy, that green eyed monster
 Can turn brother against brother
 As in the biblical story of Cain
 Whose envy left his brother slain


Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017


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1 Corithians 13

Love is always patient
in deed and word is kind
can not abide the green eyed monster
so envy will not find.

It never tries to gloat or brag
it can not be malicious
does not demand to have it's way
is never once suspicious.

Is always calm when under pressure
can't laugh when others stumble
doesn't try to tally wrongs
wont quit, complain or mumble

It always to the future looks
is positive, fair and just
ever eager to find the best
in others wants to trust.

It never fails when hardships hit
keeps fast to what is true
when all else seems to fall apart
true love sees us through.


Copyright © Emma Mantle | Year Posted 2011


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Green Eyed Jealousy

She searched beneath flashing green neon signs advertising cheap rooms for rent - ten by the hour. She prowled - her vision sharpest in the night Celadon eyes of a feral cat, out searching for her Tom. Sufficient suspicions surfaced in a splenetic jaded mind fed with juicy scraps and morsels of here say. Jealousy grew in truculent shades of green, to a height taller than a forest of giant spruce and pine. Trust be damned, an evil spell cast upon her heart. Neon blinks painted emerald stripes across her distorted face. Possessed, she ripped her dress and screamed his name. Pounded on doors painted in deep verdant hue all closed to the night's vulgar rantings. Flashing lights, blue and red, a door finally opened. Tears fell from green crystalized eyes black mascara streaked down each cheek a beast-like mask of caustic emotions. Caged - the 'Green Eyed Monster' - locked away =____________________________________= March 1st, 2016 Green Contest: Silent One


Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016


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Doth mock the meat it feeds on

Do you see that man on the right corner? I know those eyes that look in many ways See, How my Libran man flirts with that girl? Oh, what is this nagging emotion I have? Why can’t I take away my eyes from him? Damn that he is now getting near to her. I am a tigress but now purr like a cat. Why? Why? How can he do that to her? When I am here, his significant other. Oh, those feasting and mesmerizing eyes I know those eyes that look in many ways Giving people different shades and faces. I want him to my side for me instead Oh, God! How strange do I feel inside? Am I getting mean, angry and sad? I understand now it is green jealousy. Green signifies growth, health, happiness On the flip side, green is jealousy or envy.
+++ *Title is a quote from Shakespeare* December 1, 2014 Form: Free Verse Third Place win Contest:The Green-eyed Monster by Verlena Walker


Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014


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Love Froze the Flame

So long, so very long, since the coal has burst to flame;
I have trained with restraint the green eyed monster cursed to flame.

For love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy ...
I would not have my love for you eternally accursed to flame. 

I lost you, yes I lost you, and I often wonder if ...
jealousy displayed by me, betrayed me, was coerced to flame.

As your eyes left mine, as your soul sought hers; I burned.
Yet, love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth; it bursts to flame. 

In love, for love, I banked my jealous flame in eternal ice
for love's not proud, not rude, it's not self-seeking, so I put my worst to flame.

My memories of you, a gift freely given, and so released
for I hope, and trust, we'll be blessed and love will not release the curse to flame.



Corinthians 13:4-8


Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2014


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Frozen

                              I look outside and see the snow 
                                   running from the clouds
                              and even though it’s hitting the 
                          pavement at top speed, it lands ever 
                                     so gently and silently.
                               This phenomenon amazes me
                         every time it snows, which by the way
                      may or may not be very often where I live
                               but it does happen every year.

                           It really is quite beautiful to look at
                       when it covers everything like a beautiful 
                           white fluffy blanket. My eyes wrinkle 
                           at their sides as I smile at the beauty 
                         of earths white crown. Children’s voices 
                            ring with laughter playing in the soft 
                      newly created playground and snow blowers 
                              start their engines with a loud roar.
                                  Also this happens every year.

                           I sit here in my warm cosy living room
                           with my fireplace burning, enjoying the 
                            warmth inside and the beauty outside,
                     until nature calls my dog to come check her out.
                  I open the door and the cold air slaps me to reality,
                      and those green eyes of mine turn greener as 
                       I think of my neighbors south of the boarder 
                        who are still walking around with shorts on,
                     and despite the cold my envy burns every year.


                                  Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
                                                  12.17.2014
                                Contest: The Green Eyed Monster


Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014


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His Angel

I felt my pulse race
As she walked by
Stopping to give a little smile
Toward my significant other,
The man I love more than a brother.

She is tall, sweet and pretty,
A little dimple in her chin.
She makes me feel older and uglier,
As if my own looks are nasty, repulsive,
Disgusting and hostile to the natural eye.

I stare at her as if she were famous,
Some actress with all the right moves.
A model, maybe, Victoria’s Secret,
Or, perhaps, a Playboy centerfold.
Sexy, sensual and so very satisfying.

I wish I were so beautiful and erotic,
Made for the movies or magazine covers,
Someone who seems to linger in the mind,
Causing wives to shudder and males to utter
Words of suggestive humor or hunger.

When my husband gazes toward her
My heart thumps with frustration.
Then, without a second glance, he looks at me…
Gives me a smile of real elation and says,
“You’re beautiful… my sweet angel”.

The Green-Eyed Monster Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Verlena S. Walker


Copyright © Regina Riddle | Year Posted 2014


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Green Eyed Monster

I had some extra green paint
Oh what can I do to make her faint
So a dabbed a bit down below
When in the room she came for a blow
I yelled 
Green-eyed monster is waiting to show


She fainted

Notes:
ok ok I saw so many poems with this topic, I said what the hell, why not!


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014


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The Airing of Green

mint a green thumb the green-eyed monster as sure as God’s green apples they gave my plan a green light green around the gills a green back jade teal village green golf course - putting green the hanging of Christmas greens a sergeant wears his dress greens why does brass turn green? turnip greens lime moss green bananas greenhorns are naive greenware has not yet been fired what is the greenhouse effect? he lost his green card greengrocers pine


Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2013


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m o n s t e r

You leave me alone

I feared the green eyed monster

It doesn’t come out


Copyright © Bre Varzena | Year Posted 2015


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ENVY AND HATE

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE SOME HOT SHOT ON THE BLOCK.

SOME FULL-TIME DIVA WHO CAN MESS WITH THE WEAK AND COME AFTER THE INNOCENT.

YOU THINK YOU CAN INTIMIDATE AND BULLY ME AROUND WELL I DON'T THINK SO.

DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL MORE IMPORTANT OR DOES IT MAKE YOUR EGO HEALTHY?

WELL IT DOES NOTHING FOR ME BUT JUST TO LET ME KNOW THAT YOU ARE NO GOOD FOR ME.

YOU ARE POISON TO MY SPIRIT AND YOU ARE TORTURING MY SOUL.

YOU ARE TRYING TO KILL ME ON THE INSIDE WITH THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER INSIDE OF YOU WHO HAS BEEN REVEALED.

SHE LURKS AROUND TO SEE WHO SHE CAN DEVOUR NEXT WHO SHE CAN ATTACK.

IT IS SO SAD THAT YOU HAVE TO STOOP SO LOW WHERE ARE YOUR MORAL WHERE IS YOUR SELF-RESPECT.



Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2013


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Green-Eyed Monster

                                   Silly me, walk up to hubby
                                   Lady with him walks away
                                  Oh, that lurid creature lurks
                                    In the depth of my soul
                                It tries to make me act like a fool
                      Best to smile, walk away, and not to drool   
                                  I’ll be cool, they’re the fool
                           This Green-Eyed Monster is no fool



By: Eve Roper  12/12/2014
Contest: The Green-Eyed Monster 
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker


Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2014


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REVENGE OF THE GREEN EYED MONSTER FOR CONTEST

I am a real life green-eyed monster For I was born with green eyes I try to keep the monster at bay But sometimes she rears her ugly head It’s something I’ll always have to live with My first memory of the monster appearing… Well I guess I was about five years old Mum would give us our pocket money You were older than me so you got more ALL it meant was you could buy more sweets than me I would watch you devour each one You never thought of sharing them But you’ve had weight issues all your life Whereas I’m a petite size eight…. I wonder who is jealous now! Contest - Jealousy Sponsor – SKAT 09~08~15


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015


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Green Eyed Monster

Hent my heart from wandering concepts of affection.
Recant the murmurs of insecurity that riddled my temple.
Like a slow wound toy awaiting release from a child's grasp and attention.
Toss and birl, whipsawed into the oblivion of life's gamble.

Take away this wretched knife in my side.
A knife that twist with every incantation.
Those bastards! Jackanapes! Stirring in the tides.
Exordium! When I appear to disappear. Insouciance!

This tires me into a gaumless breathing, beating whole.
Furl all I can, these product of fallibility and madcap.
As I breathe deep into a bibelot diamond. The centre of my soul,
I feel the urge to plotz from reminders and blankets.

As I indite a subtle line of assurance. I contrived.
Culling into materials and conversations. I quelled.
Forgoing this disposition. Finally, Peace has arrived.
Retribution in it full essence. Salient though dishevelled.


Copyright © Fariq Yusoff | Year Posted 2015


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Childhood Envy

Childhood Envy





Rain bath in open,
Envy those in childhood days,
Skating on wet floor,
Without any clothes put on,
Why have we so much so grown ?






Written December 17th, 2014
For Verlena's contest "The green eyed monster"

Awarded 4th place 




Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2014


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The Green Eye Monster

The green eyed monster is under the bed,
Hopefully it is just in my head!
Now it's in the closet,
Right now I wish it would be struck by a comet.
The green eyed monster is under the bed,
But I know it is just in my head.


Copyright © Glenn Tilton | Year Posted 2014