Envy Poems - Poems about Envy

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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Flammable I’m nor dry tinder, Scare me nor threaten of lightning, Past autumn and chilly winter, I look forward to the next spring. I’m already left with few leaves, Let worst of autumn’s fall arrive, Go not by my dry woody frame, The tree in me is all alive. What if covered I’m with this frost, Just around the corner is sun, I...

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FYI BEFORE READ. this was made as a personal note to a stepsister i lost over time, this is more of a note then a true poem. but i felt the need to share. A sinner Was I born this way? Did I change after that night? Was I born as impure as I am now? or was...

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It’s enough jealousy And hate in the world Today we don’t need Anymore, but to try And use that to destroy Others you end up destroying Yourself in the process ...

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Standing on corner east Enjoying wind in her hair She feels free and alive I see her standing there Wishing I could be this joyful...

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Demon comes with smiles Very carefully veiled wiles Prod another to take the fall A Victim through it all Demon guise as a mother Looking for another to smother A wife a husbands fall foretell She will see everyone burn in hell Demon deception of caring All the while souls seering Malicious word of mouth ensue But the truth you will eschew Demon conniving and stealing Envy...

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Upon a late spring day as sunny as June more flowers had come to grow in the dune. The flowers were pretty one of a kind ; you might even compare them to mine. The flowers were bright pink just as mine were and even had a pleasant smell to endear. The flowers...

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Really, no kidding, is this today’s thinking? Just be demure, sweet with a dark soul sinking.? Jealousy of all who have a dime more than we, We haughtilly wish, they hang from the nearest tree? We judge those so harshly, who drive a new Jaguar? While God looks at us and wonders what makes us above par? The USA is hardly...

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Being fed when corrupt agents gather junk sick fentanyl addicts functioning only by giving false confusion in exchange for a cup of coffee at Denny’s bus tickets from Alabama to Nashville to Chicago where informants are being tossed in front of moving cars faceless unrecognisable finally the ultimate what’s in the box it’s a human...

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Quarter moon strives, grows half. Half-moon yearns, grows whole. Full moon offers— New moon envies: half, whole, full. ...

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I’m lying here In my broken bed That’s caving in Under my nothingness Waiting (not patiently) For my pregnant brain To quiet down Waiting for the Swishing sound Between my ears To finally cease Waiting for your light snoring To begin, so that mine Can take over Waiting in my broken bed That’s caving in Under my nothingness But I’m not alone You are there On your side Of the caved...

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