"jelousy" poems
Love hurts
It causes anger,
Jelousy,
Obsession,
Why don't you love me back?
(its not original........)
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 2:22 AM UTC
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest of us all?
Skin so delicate and fair
Blue eyes and long black hair
A good king, a good daughter
A wicked stepmother
One day full of gloom and dread
When The Wicked heard it said
"The Daughter is the fairest,
O' dear! You are second best!"
The Wicked was wild with jelousy
And begun plotting conspiracy
Getting rid of the fair lady
Was the wicked plan of the day
The Wicked called on her servant
The name was **** Cindy
Bribed her with riches women want
Promised her a gift of beauty
So **** Cindy and The Daughter
Went into the depth of the forest
**** Cindy has led the pretty girl
She surely must put her to death!
Our **** Cindy however
Found the girl a thing of beauty
**** Cindy's courage betrayed her
Excused herself and ran away
The pretty daughter was left alone
Terribly scared but still alive
Tears fell as she thought of home
Doubtful if she will ever survive
**** Cindy returned to the castle
Showing a heart of a roe deer
And served as a loyal vassal
To The Ever Wicked stepmother
So **** Cindy got rewarded
With unimaginable riches
Lasting beauty she was awarded
At last she got her wishes
At night our **** Cindy
Her riches, all she gathered
And then she vanished swiftly
Away from The Ever Wicked
Meanwhile the pretty daughter
Found a place to stay
That house was full of laughter
And the rest was history
Highly pleased now The Wicked
Turned again to the mirror
But her hopes became unsettled
After the unpleasant cheer
She must die! She must die!
Went The Wicked's awful cry
She became an old peasant
Killed the girl with a poison
And so the pretty daughter
Laid in the forest for days
The cute house lost its laughter
The Wicked went on her ways
The sad news reached the town
And to our **** Cindy
So she wore her sexiest gown
And started on her journey
Into the forest she went
Looking for that pretty girl
Her heart skipped and bent
Feeling that awesome thrill
**** Cindy found The Daughter
Lying on a wooden bed
"Thy beauty is oh, so rare!"
Was the thought inside her head
She could not help but wet her lips
Staring at the sleeping lady
She felt a tingle below her hips
And sensation inside her belly
They said no man can wake the girl
And maybe no man really can?
So **** Cindy kissed The Daughter
And so her passion has began
The kiss was oddly very awesome
And it stirred the sleeping girl
It brought a funny slurpy sound
Waking up The Royal Daughter
"Oh God! Oh my! Oh my!
Oh my beautiful princess!
Take my hand, come with me
Away from this very place!"
So **** Cindy and The Daughter
They ran away together
Across the land of nowhere
Where they lived happily ever after
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest of us all?
"Snow and Cindy are the fairest
O' dear! Now you're the third best!"
~THE END~
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
The worst kind of jelousy is the one you have to keep.
Swallow all the anger, like a poison burning in.
Here's a tip:
To keep the tears from falling down inhale very deep and many times.
With my hands so hard in a fist that my own nails are hurting me,
and knowing I can't let it all out because you are not mine.
The hardest part is that everytime you are with her
I have to fake a smile and say "I'm fine".
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 6:24 PM UTC
It's feelings that are mixed,
emotions that are new.
Thinking back on memories,
of my time with you.
I said I'm over you,
but you words are still so sharp.
Sparking up those tears,
cutting through my heart.
You meant the world to me,
and that will never change.
But you called me a *****
who are you to say?
You broke up with me,
two months ago, remember?
You wanted to be friends,
you started this cold weather.
You told me you were in love,
with my best friend.
What did you want me to say?
go ahead, dive in?
It's not me, my dear,
who's keeping you apart.
It's that fact she's swept up,
someone else has her heart.
And she's a better friend,
than we all seem to know.
She knows what would happen,
how insane I would go.
But I'm not keeping you apart,
so stop blaming me.
Tell me the real reason,
for what seems like jelousy.
I'm single now,
so I can do as I please.
It's not like I'm having ***
or dropping on my knees.
I kissed another guy,
big deal, why should you care?
You dumped me, remember?
you haven't been there.
So you call me a *****
grow up would you please?
Telling me I spread my legs,
for every guy I meet.
Sorry, last time I checked,
we kissed and that was it.
Stop trying to control me,
to cause a bunch of ****
If you don't want me kissing,
other guys, well baby.
You shouldn't have left me for dead,
shouldn't have been so shady.
You made me feel so down,
so low upon myself.
Made my want to grab a knife,
end all that I've felt.
But honey, you're not worth it,
not worth that kind of fame.
And I have more pride than that,
I am not ashamed.
Of who I am, sweetie,
so your judegement you can pass.
But guess what, honey?
You can kiss my ***
So stop calling me a *****
because I kissed another guy.
You dumped me, remember?
you left me to cry.
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 5:43 PM UTC
Alexander k Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
The most misused natural resource is animal emotion
Animal jelousy, animal love, animal happiness, animal libido,
Animal compassion, animal grief, animal ogle, animal ***
Animal ego, animal fear or stampede, but animal anger utmost
It is a resource of value and virtue if used in prudence
Least vicious off all lest ghoulish natural disposition
Whose exemplification follows below in juxtaposition;
Out of anger a human animal kills
Revenges in full feat of anger
Causing accidents and damages
In employment of anger to uphold ego
A snake will not bite until ignited to anger
But in its calm state it’s an agent of ecological peace
Lioness is herbivorous in their truce but irascibly carnivorous
Buffaloes only crash if catapulted by anger
But romantically crazy in the emotional bliss
Man is fountain of peaceful jealousy
Man is cradle of venerative bigotry
Man is a well of murderous love
Humanity engendered is matchless ocean
Of cantankerous infatuation crushing for doable
And non-doables, deservation of pity,
All these natural ornamentations
That echo vicious virtues of man
Are protégés of perfected anger.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 8:38 AM UTC
I cant believe im here again
I thought i left it in the past
But a mask cant be worn forever
Biting my tongue in jelousy
Bringing out my frustration into anger
On the people who dont deserve it
Im sorry
I guess the only thing wanted was what i couldnt get
That special "something" you had
Why can't i have it
Maybe im not ready nor mature enough for it
So i attempt to find my someone and instead i found lies
And the worse part is i lied to myself for 7 months straight and didnt notice till the end
So again here i am biting my tongue in jelousy
And wishing i have what you had
Anger against "your type" because i wish i was them
****** ******* and isulting the weak that you like
has made me the same im nothing but mentally weak
All i ask for is unconditional love from both ends
Too bad i only found it for one
I truely feel sorry for her
And i congradulate anyone who wins your heart For i envy him
Here i am letting my tongue free of jelousy
Im sorry this poem didnt rhyme
But right now i dont believe i have the stregth to do so
F.C
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC
His arms, her arms tangled together
One last time holding one another. Refreshing than petrichor is her smell But would it be enough to hold him back?
One last time kissin’ her lips One last time saving her texture on his finger tips.
So soft, so sweet, so ethereal
Hard to believe if she's real.
Her eyes have the lightings of the whole town Would take forever to decipher if it's black or brown.
Saying ‘Love Yous’ for one last time,
But even his eloquence was useless
His love for her,
Too ineffable to confess.
Putting on a bold facade, he smiled at his love Twinkle in her eyes,
Makin’ the stars burn in jelousy above.
Saying goodbye without a goodbye was hardest;
His mind was wandering and his heart was aching.
To express himself, no language,
no manuscript would be best.
Every single piece of his existence was trembling.
Be it love or limerence All he wanted was to never be vivid rememberance.
He would never be what she deserve he
thought. Little did he know he was all she want.
Takin’ one last look, over the shoulder “Wait for me" he said. Little did she know she’d be waiting forever.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 4:55 AM UTC
Your little , EX ample shizzz
Undo nothing, undid the funk
The **** fump bumble
Don't it have a rind, uh ring?
The shapley shinny thin\g .
Ta To tadootoo da rink, think you have this taste.
Of what in terns your feeling, windery feeling
To you your sense of being, bling hold neck
Berdy , beck oning on this bright little thing
Round about, wheel hot .
Search lights off, hands on.
A room for four, fore two .
Had an idea, that they thought they could grew
Just one seed, like a giant sunflower
Flow in the distance , lime green pinchin'
Jelousy of a not thing , what are we missing
Happiness loses meaning, in the mean
Multiply the number of a fine little number
Luck edd and the tables .
For the love of drive, she keeps lefties
Just for the six, race trucks
Tracks afloat, loverall
Over the cost of fars, FAREWELL .
We move and the time doesn't .
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
Why all the Jelousy
Why The Rage
You Cry About losing to a great friend
You ignore me for now two months on end
Why all the Jelousy why all the rage
why all the gossip and rumors
they make you
HATE ME
What did i do?
I dont think i did much
Just tell me and ill fix it
Why all the jelousy, why all the rage
why do tears soak up this page
Because you are my best friend
Leaving me in the dust
HER rumors devour you
But how can you believe
SHE has been causing drama for to long
I have to stop all this Jelousy and Hate
Before it gets too late......
Aug 14, 2010
Aug 14, 2010 at 10:57 PM UTC
Why do I give so much of my power away when its my beauty that makes life stay
I know
I do myself in, again and again
I know
But is it possible that I've had some sort of help
holding in this type
form of a yelp
I think immaturity is casting your eyes from
the immature side to you
sometimes it feels to be hurt
sometimes it feels to be foolish
to break your own heart
sometimes it feels to be jelous
Sometimes it hurts to be you
because not everyone can see
for all that you have been and feel enternally
can be
not just anyone, if anyone
can crawl into your crawl space
and some dont know marvel at what they find
some kind of different precious jewel
envy is just a curious lense over your beautiful eyes
and does it hurt
to know that this too is part
not of you
but the world for which you were created to play
created to grow
and to delay
you arent yourself darling, you arent yourself darling
and thats okay
because I find you so so so beautiful
and even with those devious sinful
mornful eyes
crying, holding behind
there is a beauty that justifies
so untouched
being a human is acting a foolish runt
but dont despise
no dont despair
its just a rut
from which you were taken
with worldly hands
and cast upon the shadows of the worldly lands
from your home
on those sweeping hillsides
in the tender of a vulnerable, sweet, sweet heart
like sweet cherry juice licked from the palm of a tender loving hand
my sweetheart
to which you've always belonged
always felt at ease
at being at home
you know not of displeasure
yes, being alone
isnt it nice to know what you're not from what you are?
from those feelings that parade their lies
up and down
your comely spine
this fortune reveals your ownly demise
being. so. beautiful.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 6:53 AM UTC
If only I could...
go back in time,
erase the past,
learn from mistakes,
If only you and I had never met.
If only I could have...
learned forgiveness,
given second chances,
not let jelousy get in the way.
If only you and I had never met.
If only You could.....
see the real me,
look past the lies,
love me.
If only you and I had never met.
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 8:13 PM UTC
A smile is just a thing on the face
It hides your true feelings
It shows your joy
It holds your doubt
It shows your love
It covers your jelousy
People miss read are smiles all the time
You smile when your talking to a person you hate
You smile at a person you love
Your smile holds hate and disgust
It holds love and beauty
It appears when someone tells a good joke
It appear when people ask what's wrong
It appears when the camera man says "say cheese"
It appears to hide your tears
It appears at a good memory
It comes and goes as it pleases
A smile holds so much
Whether good or bad no one knows
It's your job to look at a smile and see what it really means
A smile is just a thing on the face
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
The day the rope was cut.
The cave releases tears at a sleeping heart rate that form a puddle of a vivid memory with each drop echoing to the depth of it's darkness.
The riddles cause flashes of past, present, unwanted, unneeded, pictures.
Within the cave lies a dweller, who is woken by the silent, slow, sound, of the agony and pain. Jelousy takes cautious sips till all images are a plain reflection of the future with no lane.
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC
Honesty,
Honestly,
What does it
Mean?
If it means
No lies,
Then I am there
Already.
But if instead it means
All truths,
Then I have a long way
To go.
I want to share,
But I am afraid
Of saying too much,
Overstating the lines
In the sand.
To others I would talk,
But cannot,
For this is secret,
By the order of the 15th
Commandment.
Secret, She said.
I said fine.
No attachment, She said.
I'll try, I said.
No Jelousy
Fine.
No Relationship
Fine.
Just Friends
Fine.
No exclusivity
Fine.
Fine I said,
Again and again.
All was fine,
I said,
But all is not fine.
No attachment?
Too late.
No Jelousy?
I can try, but it will never work.
Just friends?
At least to me,
We are far more
Than that.
Secret,
That I can accept.
As for exclusivity,
I doubt she does this with everyone.
But if all is not fine,
Why do I say
It is?
It is because
I love her
And want to be
With her
Always
[Even when we
Are separated
By Three Thousand
Miles.]
And so any terms
I will accept.
For while the current ones
May be impossible,
They are Nothing,
Nothing at all
Compared to the
Emotional impossibility
Of being near her
But not
With
Her.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC
i wanted to tell you
all about me
about my experiance
with my poetry
there is more to me
then what you see
and if your jelous
that's not because of me
because jelousy is a sin
and i won't have it
because poetry is about whats inside
and i love it
and i'm not making it a contest
because i love what i do
and it really hurts me
if you think i'm trying to
i almost shed a tear
when i saw you thought that of me
but then i thought to myself
"it's not about me, it's about poetry"
and if one poet can take away your love like that?
if maya angalou came here
would she take one look and say
"i need a new carrer, fast"
no, she would take one look and say
"these people are gifted"
she would absorb that
and then her spirits would get lifted
so that's me
any questions?
no?
i didn't think
so come on
you're a poet
take some respondsability
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
Well I walked a fine line
Between hope and the hopeless
And I tried to distinguish
Myself
From those who just accept
What they're given
I want more than the basic
Requirements
That goes along with
The idea of just living
It may be hard to discard
The shackles of the mundane
But it's easier than wearing
The weight of a rusty chain
That stretches back
To the beginning
Of when I chose
Losing over winning
When I listened to those
That I believed
Were smarter than they really were
Who told me that
I'd have to be practical
With a power to their opinions
That seemed to be
Totally intractable
Now I know it wasn't all
Just for my own good
Somewhere in the mix was a jelousy
I never quite understood
Give me time
To find my own version
Of peace of mind
And I will try to design
The person that I am
Supposed to be
I don't know
What I know
But I'm willing to admit
That I'm never gonna quit
Searching for myself is a way
For me to be myself
After all it has to be me
Whos doing all the searching
I don't know who else
Would ever even want the job
Cause theres no reward
For looking for the person
That you're not
You would need to be crazy
To ever even really contemplate
The fine line it would take
You to walk
On your way to such a fate
So I'm taking a new path
I'm taking a new path
Before its way way
way too late
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
Jealousy sees me but I feign indifference.
Jealousy sees through me but I was born with green eyes so I can hide the despise, an envy in guise that smiles as it lies deemed the innocent.
Honest is me? No honest you see but honest I'm not, honestly quite the opposite is me. Liar that lies to themselves, sighs and cries to themselves, hoards emotions on shelves, call it Store Rage.
So jealousy cease in me, sign this treaty please cause you only tease, won't you give me peace? Piece removed with ease, named Redemption...
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
It was the way he said her name
as if there were no other
The way his eyes would sparkle
as it was clear his heart would flutter
Although she continued loving him
she knew his love was for another
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 5:37 AM UTC
Her denial is her armour and she wears it brazenly,
She hides in silence just behind your smile,
She ebbs away day after day until there’s nothing left,
Then you realise that your mind has been defiled.
wM
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC
You are my girl
Yes you can be one
The real one I mean,
But only
If my nights don't go empty
Without me dreaming
Without my dreaming of you
And
You can be my only girl
if I can be your only boy.
Love and extreme jelousy.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
*Some starlit night ago
or yesterday, I realised that
unsatisfactory is eating me
I contemplated a lot or
I am second guessing everything
And jelousy to the unknown is the apple of my eyes
Ungranted wish after an unanswered prayer or maybe I am just unlucky
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
//////
we write of love so easily
When it really is not love at all
••
Every love poem from
Some "I"
to
Some "you"
Is so very ugly
&
morbidly sick
:////:
Jelousy is not a proof of love
But a proof of the absence of love
( a pretended love )
••
after totally knowing a person
And coming to totally respect
( and respect completely )
A person
Then it might be appropriate to use
The " word " love
But by then it would be
Unnecessary
••
When someone writes of the
3 magic words !
You know this is not someone
To be taken seriously
••
To think
A MAN'S **** IS LIKE
PINOCHIO'S NOSE
will not hurt you in the end
••
ah sweet child on the road
Remember
There is some place that you are going
And you will get there
Certainly
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC