Jealousy Poems | Examples of Jealousy Poetry

POPEYE

    When Bluto began to woo Olive Oil,
    Popeye was jealous, it made his blood boil.
    But when his blood pressure, made his skin itch,
    He cooled Bluto's ardour, and his itch with spinach.

    8 / 12 / 2025.
 

The Perfect Gang

Were they the perfect gang?
Since off the same song sheet they sang
Looking out for each other the norm
Weathering each and every storm

Idea generation when they met
Nothing in stone was set
No challenge was ever too great
Solutions always carried weight

Success bred success indeed
But alas it also bred much greed
Limelight grabbing opened cracks
Telling tales to newspaper hacks

And so

Why us?

Why as black women do we just have to accept everything 
Can't complain just accept the bare minimum 
Treated like mothers who didn't get a choice
Forced into a life of sacrifice 

Treated like animals but stripped of dignity 
Our lives were never ours just a product of control
Used and abused like some rag doll
Dressed to

Easier Vowed Than Done

     Like melted snow in summer’s vase
        she vanished without a single trace

     Turned his whole life inside-out 
        that inconstant gadabout 

     Surely, he’d learned his lesson, our

Someone's Little Sister

It hurts because;
we were once so close until drugs made you a drifter.
The person you used to be... I miss her.
It's as though I lost a piece - the best piece of me
&& now I'm just someone's little sister.

I'm scared because;
you doesn't see your beauty, 
or shout with courage anymore.
I'm scared because you’re hurting and I don't

Is it really hatred or something much deeper?

They told me I was pretty for a black girl
But if that is the case
You want me to interpret that as being special
That out of every black girl
Im the exception
To your pre conceived perception
To how you view a black woman

The only way to take it
Is as an insult
Black women are beautiful
But your attitude isn't
And when

A black woman's life

Stripped of dignity
A refusal of warmth
Forced palatability 
A black woman's life
A spectacle to society
Our pain Comedy
Silence our only company
In a world that chooses to ignore 

Our words speak with wisdom
They choose to echo
Educated and intellectual 
Our voices heed with warning
Our weakness our instinct to nurture
Despite their instinct to murder
We want the world to progress
Yet their

Perfection is a lie told by the white man

Perfection is a lie told by the white man
They say 'the fairer, the better'
But with ego comes the self proclaimed Perfection 
Where what they say goes
Where objectivity is something they claimed to own
However it just goes to show pride will be their downfall
Distracted by vanity and ego
And their self distorted reflection 
They painted in the

This Love, This Drowning

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

Death by jealousy

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

I Am Not Yours to Shape

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

Norwegian Island

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

The heroic villain

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

Constant Crises

     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

The many languages of black voices

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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