Best Jealous Poems
~The One That Got Away~
Here I lay weeping
I sing a sad song to sleep
Fire cracking bones
kicking, screaming, pulling hair
The moment, gone forever
~SKAT~
Jaunty faces
Evoke positive thoughts
And even though they say encouraging words to you
Layered within those words are thoughts of failure
Only their mind’s eye knows about
Until that day you are on your knees
Struggling to get up; while they are watching you and not lending a hand
©135020092013
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
I am jealous
of everything that has ever touched you,
the breaths of hot sunshine that have soothed your cheeks with hope,
the moonlight that has painted your lips with lilly silver,
the darkness that has calmed you into soft slumber,
the rain that has pelted your flesh with sky splash,
the breeze that has lifted your hair with seductive intent,
Jealous of every temptation that has made your soul sweat,
every secret that has sworn obedience to your obsessions,
every kiss that has taken a taste of your sweet heat
every man that has collapsed into your romance,
every mouth that has spoken your name with awe
every second that has circled your psyche,
every particle that has pranced through your bloodstream,
every emotion that enlivens your ego,
every knot of knowledge that supports your smarts,
every star that has caught your girlish wishes,
every tear that slides faithfully from the pink rims of your eyelids,
every cut that has silenced your pride,
Jealous of every thing
that has left you, fed you, led you, entered you,
yet, I am grateful for all these odd and splendid things
that have known your beauty and pain,
for they have made my need for you real
and your love for me possible,
this jealousy is my love hypocrisy -
J.A.B.
~ A Jealous Woman In Love~
Since I barely slept I felt ill as tears blinded my vision
heart broken burning with desire to see him
to hold him to kiss him love him more and show him that strong will
through my eyes to make him understand
I am a woman and should not be judged because I am jealous
I am a woman deeply in love how can I not be jealous
I am jealous of his sheets caressing his body when we share our bed
I am jealous of his hair being part of him all day when I am not with him
even his eyes when he sees the moon instead of me
I am jealous of his phone feeling his breath or using a knife and fork to eat
as I only wish at the time to feed him and caress his lips
Oh! I love him so much that I became jealous of his shadow
so jealous I drowned in my thoughts like a fish thrown on the shore
by the raging waves trying to breath to survive without the oceans
salty water.
For the contest of Andrea Dietrich
a poem For The Honor Of My FAVE Poetry.
Therese Bacha ( Win No.1)
9/4/2013
Wodon gave them song and verse
Promethius gave them fire
Dionysius gave them wine and games
Orpheus played the lyre
Atlas held the world aloft
Fenrir consumed it whole
Ceres gave them seeds and crops
Ran the waves that roll
Pandoras box kept evil locked
Rati set love free
Boreas brought the winters frost
Eostre, springs fertility
But for my name they are nothing,
Upon these you may not call,
For I am christ the jealous god,
And I destroyed them all
So do not sing mousai's songs
Rebrand all festivities
For each of you are heathen
And theres is only me
Scott (loki) MacDonald 2017
When it comes to the vacuum cleaner
my dog is a jealous beast,
showing off his fangs and claws.
Does he not know that I'd feed
my Oreck less if he, now and then, but
wiped his paws?
Another poet has pled their case
a cry screamed out for all
Sticks and stones in outer space
will float and never fall
Why are your poems read? Mine are not
could this just be in jest
I’ve no degree; I am self-taught
but I always give my best
Hear me now, I do declare
please help me have more fun
More comments please, it’s just not fair
I think my mind has come undone
I'm out of pills, my muse is shot
all common sense is gone
Please love my rhymes, forget me not
or I will not last until dawn
Through endless, vast, eternal space
there hangs my most omniscient orb.
So far a dark and lonely place,
no sunlight to absorb…
just as my dark and lonely soul,
forever unexplored.
My many moons of sordid glow,
as all my suitors orbit slow –
but Titan’s love I longed for so,
forever mine ignored…
and left this dark and bloody spot –
forever to abhor.
*A comparison between a covetous, lonely love and that of Jupiter for Saturn's Titan :).
Posted and dedicated to Poetry Soup's Mark Peterson.
Should I be jealous of the sun
Forever it will know the sky
Its passion in a fiery rage
Is never slighted to my eye
To see the world at every stage
Must surely be of valued fare
To warm the days of creatures all
With intercontinental flair
With countless visions set to oil
In paintings that the world has known
It counters with its dusk and dawn
Creating paintings of its own
But then I think it still must cope
With clouds and rain to foil its show
So such is life we all must bear
Should I be jealous, I say no
They say the gods do not subtract from man
the portion of his life spent sailing ships,
but she, the sea, brings ruin to ill plans.
Though harsh, this raucous mistress well equips
the one who seeks her true, with all his heart;
a bond is forged that naught else does eclipse.
To plumb her depths, to know, without a chart,
her crevasses, the cycle of her tides…
A jealous love, she’ll not abide apart.
Take care, o man, in making her your bride!
How glorious, to glide her bosom’s swell;
Let diligence and honor be your guides.
The man who faithful tends her, chooses well,
but woe befalls the careless infidel.
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for the Five Stanza Terza Rima Poetry Contest
sponsored by Milton Hankins
written 07/14/2022
It’s past midnight and sleep has walked out on me, yet, again.
I stand in the door way to the quiet patio, now bare ...
There’s a frost advisory tonight so precious plants are safely housed
As I stare into the vastness of navy skies, listening to the hush
It’s a beautiful autumn night, a bit chilly, but I really don’t mind
Some old song is being played softly on the radio..
And I smile faintly listening to the words
I turn it off, still sky gazing as my thoughts gather wings
Finally, I sigh and give in to the tugging desire of my heart
For it seems it will give me no respite...
I am wondering how you spent your day.
What delights did your eyes behold?
What beauty thrilled your heart and soul?
And did it bring you close to tears?
Soon, jealousy overrides my melancholy
However, it’s my decision not to resist; I welcome the injected pain
Somehow it makes me feel more alive as it drives the numbness away
I try to imagine the simple things you touch,
The people around you who breathe the air that you breathe,
Every cup of java which touch your lips...
Leaving playful kisses, instead of me,
I think of your smile so alluring which makes beautiful flowers blush...
Yes, and I am jealous. That I can not deny
AsI stand in the doorway, leading to my quiet patio
Washed in silvery moon light casting shadows on the wall
My heart fills with anxiety; shallow breaths barely escaping...
Solemnly, I lean against the patio door, so needing your embrace
And all I hear is your name whispered by the brisk autumn breeze!
~*~
Jealous games
You walked in,
with those high heels...
and everyone,
watched you as you walked
Your little black dress,
fit you
oh so tight...
attention was what you got
You stared at me,
as the men came around...
you flirted... with one and all
Bridge 1
And all the guys, they fought,
hard just to get close... they fought to get close...
Chorus
Jealous games...
the one game you're so good at playing
Jealous games...
you know exactly how to play it,
play it...play it... play it
We met some,
forty years ago...
when we were both, oh so young
You told me you were,
looking for your one true love....
but, you left me feeling,
oh so numb...
You fell into...temptations trap...
and expected...
I would take you back
Brige 2
but, all I could see,
was my rainbows... exploding...rainbows exploding...
as you played
Chorus
Jealous games...
the one game you're so good at playing...
Jealous games...
you know exactly how to play it,
play it... play it... play it
I remember our time spent,
at half moon bay...
collecting seashells out on the beach
Listening to,
the music of Seals and Croft...
not knowing,
true love was out of reach
I was convinced,
you were the one for me...
I guess you never... agreed..
Bridge 3
So I threw away,
my rose colored glasses... my rose colored glasses
Chorus
Jealous games...
the one game you're so good at playing...
Jealous games...
you know exactly how to play it,
play it... play it... play it
repeat chorus fade
John Derek Hamilton
October 16,2017
Inspired by the painting - Jealousy
by artist Edvard Munch, 1895
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I considered myself bard of your heart
Now I feel as if we're falling apart
I saw you standing half nude by a tree
With your scarlet dress opened shamelessly.
For delightful Tulla, love of my life
And friend Edvard, it's a terrible vice
How could you deceive me this cruel way
I've trusted you with my heart for always.
Tulla you took an apple from the tree
Enticing and juicy as it could be
It's alike looking back in history
The Adam and Eve fall from grace story.
Had to turn away, can't stand anymore
My soul is done for, my heart is too sore
I need time to decide what I'm to do
Yet I will never stop loving you two.
A house isn’t a home when one’s love has flown
Cannot imagine being on my own
Tulla I love you and I always will
To lose you and Edvard is a sour pill.
Edvard, jealousy has caused friendships end
I can no longer trust you as a friend
Tulla, I’ll write poetry for you still
For you light the muse that pushes my quill.
Giving beats getting, I have found.
Get off feeling so sorry for yourself.
I mean, seriously, where is your gratitude
with all those trophies on your self?
You avoid your poet friends that love you?
Avoiding their hundreds of poems.
Think...what does this say about you?
No wonder you feel so alone!
8/27/2021
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