Long Envy Poems
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Nowdays society is in total chaos, don't keep asking yourself
" If Anything ever changes ": who dares to fight has no fear;
making the same mistake is silly, try to improve yourself,
choose positivity to free doubt from desolation and despair.
Don't sit in that corner for too long and wish for happiness,
we create our own misery and break down quite easily;
we have to walk in someone else's shoes to feel distress,
how a dire condition affects everything we say irrationally.
The beggar in raggy clothes will continue to tremble
drinking his way to death, will anyone feel sympathy?
if anything ever changes for him, it's some divine miracle:
he made his choice, now he reaps the harvest of misery.
If we judge who has lost all, we should be judged,
bitterness for a wrong can be emotional, if not fatal,
brace yourself for serenity, practice love, not hatred:
humble people have more faith, are the rich spiritual?
Why envy others for their success and not rise
to the challenge they have taken: admire them;
sacrifices take much pain, the reward is immense:
doers achieve a lot, their future never looks grim.
Dreams are the breath of memory
Legends of spring's awakening
Things are watching we cannot see
Here in the garden’s treasury
The magic of spring is hastening
Dreams are the breath of memory
Colors that spark a rainbow’s envy
Everywhere meadow and glade adorning
Things are watching we cannot see
Flowers dancing in reverie
Birds and insects are returning
Dreams are the breath of memory
Spring is transforming dormancy
Now as days are brightening
Things are watching we cannot see
Painting a picture of harmony
Glorious outcome of all our dreaming
Dreams are the breath of memory
Things are watching we cannot see
Diamonds can be of stunning glittering white,
I own one and it's a blue sapphire I admire;
it doesn't cost more than a Ferrari or a Rolex watch,
I bought it after drinking half bottle of scotch!
I wore it once at a black tie gala and I got noticed many times;
are diamonds, villas, cars, and watches the primary wishes
of wealthy men, but not of ordinary ones? Do they mean
a lot to them: when they lay lustful eyes are on gorgeous women?
I envy that guy filtering with an elegant high society lady,
she gives him all the attention of an Emir totally ignoring me;
hey, I'm wearing a blue sapphire I bought yesterday at Tiffany...
to get the attention of Lena winking at Paul, but avoiding me!
Do I deserve this expensive stone? Is it fit for my posh status?
I don't own yachts, or villas on the Amalfi Coast, I am not a guru!
I keep talking and showing it off, nobody cares even green-eyed Sue!
And angrier than an ignored clown, I turn greener than a cactus!
It was only you and I finally special agent Alan king reel to reel holding nothing back we loved on tap seemingly we followed our own love rules cooking pasta peppers sausages we helped with home work long bubble baths we met secretly between the innermost sound of a pin drop finding each other never ever losing ground never folding over coming challenges mastering love life on a wire without touch we resisted waiting for a time to devour true passion for a short while lasting a lifetime do you believe our love was envied an yet here we are with everlasting love bursting through all circumstances did you ever imagine one day our love would able to be with expressed without fear of disappointing non believers that are love would stay the test of time that nothing could ever come between us that god himself chose us to share this divine treasure you and I left only with the simple pleasures of life with the promise of the kingdom of heaven simply because you loved me enough to save my life you and I are indeed inseparable it’s our story it’s our time it’s our love the best of you shined through my eyes the awesome part of me illuminates through your smile that smile was broken for many years from envy plotting to destroy that smile that twinkle in your eye whenever I walked into a room I was forced to hide my smile as if it was taboo to simply love you amazing love ma said the world wasn’t ready yet for that kind of love way back then it nearly took fifty years for our love to recognised appreciated I can only say that god allowed me to see our love in a horrible time my death was sure and certain but you intercepted it you saved my life god recognise you as saving my life so shall I giving me a new perspective on life and love the simple pleasures of life compassion kindness you could have let me die 30 seconds to live just cover your eye baby I trusted you with my life and covered my eye god did the rest connecting us forever no matter what
if but and also
all ran down a street
whose cousin’s mother’s sister
legalized love’s distant dream
with in on and beyond
following closely after
a key hole of time’s future now
spooked bejesus out of bounds
when shoes string along
black wholes green with envy turn
worms come out of closets
knots know not to sing a song
who’s to tell this from that
when clocks ring hollow
and all gods feel sorry
for four score is no more
the measure of all that entails
enshrined within without’s about
debts delinquent devout doubt
morrow’s mourning mewing moss
cons an injunction positively plain
predating position’s posture to fame
signing is a song’s sad dismay
crossing is a road without delay
as gold to ash dust turneth brown
merely’s mostly mitigating moves
shakes the earth’s shivering please
bordering boundless broken bones
if the sun’s heart skips a beat
then your turn will ours become
and if water cries life’s complete
put it down thou will be done
tomorrow is a stranger’s rising night
yesterday’s rose incites my light
love plays dangerous games
whose rules bend time and blesses names
the quill of now rests in peace
also how never more then ever
is not who is once was was
trolls never words were whether
I envy those living as part of the wild
For I too, once heeded its call
A smoldering ember since I was a child
Urge, and belonging all part of the thrall.
I’ve enjoyed the fresh taste of a sparkling stream
Felt the tremble as you push through your fear
Stood high on a peak admiring Gods scheme
Felt both delight and remorse for taking a deer.
I’ve walked for weeks through valleys and trees
Traversed mountains with lush native grass
Felt the warmth and the cold of high country breeze
Navigated tussock, forests and high country pass.
I’ve smelt autumn rain as it mingles with dirt
Enjoyed the isolation of me and my views
Valued crude shelter while nature unleashes its hurt
Watched forest birds doing their best to amuse
But I’m now destined to be one of societies slaves
In a world where worth is measured by cash
Where worry and stress are delivered in waves
Where those without are regarded as trash.
I felt most alive in the middle of nowhere
Now dead when hemmed by city and streets
Nothing compares with fresh mountain air
Living free, no money, bills, or receipts.
You’re truly unbeatable…
I’m so tired of living in fear
You’re remarkable…
And yet…I feel the total opposite…I wish hope would draw near…
You’re truly irreplaceable…
It’s so hectic outside…
You’re very vigilant and I’m very irritable
My eyes are sweating…I’m a coward by your side
You can call it jealousy
You can call me horrid names
You can call it envy
But, I look up to you… because you’re a better writer than I
Laura, promise me you’ll be by my side
I love you…though it feels like hope has dried
Don’t crumble me up…consider my voice…
I trust you…you’re like a best friend…but it’s your choice…
To leave me behind…
I know…it seems that I’m blind…
I’m greedy and your beauty shines on
Your writings amaze me…you are a lot of fun
You’re truly amazing
I’m, on the other hand, not a good enough poet
You’re so fascinating
And yet…I feel that we’re not on the same boat…and I know it…
And that’s not all of it…
You’re truly a genius
It’s so cold outside…I’m freezing out here
You’re very nice and full of greatness
My heart is beating profoundly…I’m a loner, wandering away in fear
You can call it jealousy…you can say that I’m weak
But, I respect you, Laura…I love you immensely
I love my whole family…they fill my heart with glee, not bleak
I don’t envy you…I appreciate your sympathy
Towards me
My Habit
You say I eat a lot—
But a lot eats me.
I got stress I can’t tame,
Hate that drives me insane.
So many therapists I can't name,
Yet still love you and can't cause you shame.
Before you judge me based on my order,
Saying I have an eating disorder—
Ask:
What the hell in this world is in order?
You don’t see the hate,
The anger,
The envy I swallow with my food.
You just say, “Nah, dude.”
You think I don’t already know
You’re ashamed of my belly?
But I don’t care lately,
'Cause food tells me: “Take it easy.”
It’s not that I can’t control my eating.
It’s just your drama,
Your perfect bodies—
They make me overthink.
And I hate that.
But I can’t scream...
So I overeat.
So next time you say,
"Here’s something small to eat,"
I’ll pass—
Because I overheat.
Look, sugar…
I love you.
But this?
This is better than a trillion tattoos.
'Cause you stress me out with everything you do.
I hope you understand if you love me too.
So what do you say...
A buffet for two?
By Little One and Nova
Valentina was a transgender girl so despised,
her rage grew when spotting a stunning beauty;
she felt envy towards the confident and the bold,
but her anger was steeped in relentless jealousy.
She lacked sweetness when words were spoken,
all she lived for was money, revenge and spite;
her affairs with the wealthy elites were well-known...
capturing them with great charm in a sensual rite.
Valentina was very fashionable and craved jewelry,
nurtured by greed, she shared no secrets with a friend;
she sold her services to anyone, nobody was her fiend...
all women hated her character and felt much empathy.
Uglier than Jocelyn Widenstein, she changed her appearance
to hide her features and lure clients with clever pretense;
those gullible men paid large sums for an hour of pleasure...
she was physically abused, but refused to stand up to violence.
" Fellows, drink my unfermented wine...it's extremely wild and sweet,"
and glancing at the fullest moon, Valentina danced to a luring beat;
they drank it happily and for a minute they forgot about their fidelity,
and drunken with carnal lust, they were anxious to satisfy their curiosity.
Written on 3/20/2017
Some people are poor and wish for riches others have earned
and gambling the little they have, their unrealistic expectations turn bitter:
how foolish, how shameful and how pitiful to see them pulling their hair...
beating their chest when they could have bought milk and bread!
Jealousy lives in that distorted mind sending off angry thoughts,
not sharing sympathetic feelings and give sincere compliments;
murders have been committed, lives ruined over this emotion
that can go into violent rages and feed any envious soul with poison!
This harmful feeling is seen in betrayal more than anything else, facts attest;
infidelity is also a factor to drive one insane destroying what was built on trust...
the weak ones suffer and pretend they are doing fine by hiding their wounds:
there'll come a time they'll have enough and explode to end their existence.
I had my moments of jealousy or envy, but they never became obsession and rage:
I let them go and found peace with myself admitting my guilt so appalling;
you can do likewise forgetting bitterness and realize you can't own everything:
it's strong temptation that causes unhappiness and the loss of friends or even love.