Envy Poems - Poems about Envy

Envy by Adejola Joseph Envy Sores of a leper Injury of a bigot Pollution of a fanatic Sadness of a sadist Sorrows of a misogynist Conspiracy of a traitor Envy Envy is murderous An envious person can destroy or damage anything good Envy Envy is a sword in the heart Piercing the body and the soul Envy Never be...

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We dont have to use our voice to scream Because a voice isn't just words It's art, it's our presence, it's how we exist It's being unapologetically black Our presence is like the rain after a drought And the rain nourishes the ground It's like walking into a room and it's brought back to life Where once was darkness, has now been...

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i wonder if my sister is aware she’s the reason i lost my muchness it’s like i don’t want to be loud anymore i want to be like a whisper or a gust of wind i want to be quiet and go unnoticed so bad that i tip toe and hold my breath maybe because i approached it...

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Oh lovely lady of ivory hair How your pale skin shimmers in the day How your hazel eyes compliment your smile With teeth as white as pearls And lips of a blushing rose Your walk as even as a calm stream And your voice as sweet as honey Such a shame for a soulless shell She holds such...

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Their blood was the poison that would kill them Their presence blinding That's why they hate them They come too close and try to touch them But they didn't know that we are the sun That trying to block out the sun Would become their biggest problem Actions have consequences And we were their karma The one thing they...

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When grief became a shadow It felt as if nothing else mattered Like a sudden darkness Raining down upon us Like sucking the light from our eyes Like a wound opened multiple times It follows you like a stalker Creepily walking behind you Keeping an eye on your every moment And when you think you outsmarted it When you take a deep breath...

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After "the ritual" by Olivia Gatwood everything about this song is red, your wallet is brown, the brown a burgundy and the burgundy’s chalice has gold to dazzle rubies, carnelian, sard precious, semi-precious, the same- all the same, feel the same when you hold the cup to livid lips and send them on their merry way bumping into the ugly ridges of a throat lodged with stingy...

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two thousand grape clusters ripened in my vineyard all are green...

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Parity e y e s, potency f l i p s! String bean was asked about his lips, Stretched out for drink of cool water. The desert wind, so hot, brought her - “Long Tall Sally,” with spikes of glass; With blue skies, standing in the grass. He strums the strings of Summer sun. Short rays of envy track the...

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to rbs dear friend glad getting some time relax got me thinking burden life facts water and wind sand and ocean walks and swims sends away all tension except maybe mention envy needs intervention...

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Peters rage never wavering even within the night sweats as cancer ripped through his tiny frail body he still imagines what his brother has if he could just grab his brothers lovers to covenant then perhaps he’d gain just a little more life he craved the smile his brother wore he craved the notion of...

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she shows her battle scars and all i feel is numbness, he flaunts his maidens and i overlook the dumbness. she cries woes of heartbreak and i cannot feel pity, he weeps waterfalls of failure and i fake some integrity. she hurts me the most when she berates her busy nature, he wounds me the deepest when he complains of...

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It’s shameful, the way I clutch. Like a child with a broken toy, believing if I just hug it tight enough, it’ll fix itself. I know people aren’t possessions. But tell that to the part of me that has only known love as something that gets taken just when I start to believe it’s mine. I rot with envy when he smiles at someone...

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male koel sings love phrase seeps grove crow sighs at mate...

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I don't understand it And I never understood it How vehement disdain can beat in the chest And how vitriol can dance in the mind with unrest The cold, blank stares that quickly turn to a fake smile when I turn and our eyes meet Too late, that crooked smile can't disguise the dark, desolate eyes that bitterly speak Yes. They...

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