Jealousy Poems | Examples of Jealousy Poetry

I love you. More than anything I’ve ever known, More than I can hold inside these quiet bones. Each second of the day, You live in my mind like breath But sometimes I forget… You’re not me. You’re your own being, And I want all of you, Everything you are, Even the parts that don’t belong to me. You say you admire beauty You notice, you look But...

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They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder That our differences make it subjective But when it comes to black beauty We are the blueprint And objectively you can't argue with architecture Especially when we've seen the beauty of its structure You can't say you hate our skin Then paint your skin our colour Whilst simultaneously discriminate...

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I am the river, wild and wide, Not yours to dam, not yours to guide. You cast your stones, but I still flow— A deeper truth than you can know. The wind does not explain its flight, Nor asks permission for its height. So why should I, with open skies, Bow low to soothe your jealous eye's You lied with ease, then turned...

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We arrived beneath the Arctic night, where shadows speak and snow forgets. The hour was late — the sky, without stars — and silence held its breath. They led us down through frozen stone, where time stood still in vaults of seed, the cradle of the world encased in frost, beneath the Svalbard grief. There, they gathered — men with hands of power, voices...

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We are the villains in a story they spun We get the villain arc without being a villain The storyline of a traumatic childhood Living under a shadow Constantly being misunderstood Having to sacrifice ourselves for the greater good Without being given credit of saving the world What they don't tell you is how the hero is the coward How...

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Romance, a thing of the past a shame it didn’t last Kids’ constant crises did it in Envious of other retirees rekindling their old flames while...

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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 say it this way because I'm just trying to be happy I don't wear a sad face because my life is crappy Haven't you heard it said to turn your pain into power Think about every rough seed turned into a flower When you look at me you think I have the best life You would never see...

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~Down in the "Big Easy" playing cards in a house of chance, she’ll lay you down a losing hand, with her bluffed romance. Her cards have many faces, but few can win her hand, and a hard hand bet can break a heart; you'd better understand... When you play the cards...

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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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Do you Think They noticed me? I mean I noticed Them Perfectly Perfect The epitome Of beauty Without lifting a finger Their skin As clear As my delusions Why did I Pick This dress? How did I Walk out of the house With the smile of “I look pretty”? They must think This bow in my hair Looks...

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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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Richard Cory Edwin Arlington Robinson I stood there in awe, Every time I saw him, The best gentleman we ever saw, Always clean and slim. He rarely spoke a word, But to our surprise, His voice was soft as the song of a bird, And caught the whole town’s eyes. He was wealthier than a king, Understood things that the smartest person couldn’t understand, The whole town...

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Why not me, i always asks, In shadows where the silence basks, When sickness came, I felt the chill, While soup and love were his to fill. Mom turned her back, her heart a stone, As I lay weak, so all alone. He got the doctor, the gentle care,...

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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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