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where all discourse of war
where a man can command a committee
I would have my own rose
and an onion to suck
it is strange to see how jealous
of me they are
Poems on the topic: jealousy
Poems on the topic “jealousy” on Poets.by.
Unfaithful
we met in the cook house
night after lying night
at the cost of finding hate
for what hurt
all old jealousy
made worse
Rosa canina
this jealousy
a hundred hips
on the rose
Nightcap
He sent for wine
in bed, and she
would not let him
come to her
out of jealousy
of that other
between him
and trouble.
BLIND
I was blind when you said you were busy
I was blind when you said you loved me
I was blind when you didn't pick me up
I was blind when you didn't show up
I was blind when you didn't answer my call
I was blind when you hang up
I was blind when you told me was my fault
I was blind when you kissed me
I was blind when you saud I have no right to be jealous
I was blind when you said was only your friend
I was blind when you told me I'm the only one
I was blind when you said I was your future
I was blind in everything,
I'm blind now I see you someone walking down the aile.
I'm blind because I just loved you so.
Snow Angels In Rose Bushes
Favor-itism;
a flaw you claim to be bereft
of, what a sin
I have gone and accused you of
and what a fool
you could never be oh so cruel
Favor-itism;
I'm just over-analyzing
clearly I am
what you do for them, no request
needed on their
end, you're just that nice of a guy
Favor-itism;
you'd do the same for me, I'm sure
I'm just complex
and hard to do things for, I know
* * *
for better or for worse
let's just hope
you don't fall for her
* * *
it's killing me slowly
the thought of you and her
it's not like how we were
it's killing me slowly the way you laugh
when you never did that in the past.
it's killing me slowly
how your mood changes
when you start talking to her
it's like you become someone else.
it was never like that with us
and I can't figure out why.
maybe
our relationship was doomed
to die
Dread
Beside a chapel I’d a room looked down,
Where all the women from the farms and town,
On Holy-days and Sundays used to pass
To marriages, and christenings, and to Mass.
Then I sat lonely watching score and score,
Till I turned jealous of the Lord next door....
Now by this window, where there’s none can see,
The Lord God’s jealous of yourself and me.
The Mother-in-law
This is what my lover said,
" I kissed your hat because it touched your head,
I kissed your shiny shoes, I'll kiss you all,
I love your house, I'll kiss your wall.
I wish that I could kiss that burning coal
Because it's in your fire, dear Soul! "
My little Son is my fond lover —
It seems no time ago since he was born.
I know he will be quick and happy to discover
The world of other women, and leave me forlorn!
Sometimes I think that I'll be scarcely human
If I can brook his chosen woman!
Sonnet 128: How oft when thou, my music, music play'st
How oft when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap,
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap,
At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!
To be so tickled, they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips,
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips.
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
Sonnet 70: That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect
That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater being woo'd of time;
For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.
Thou hast passed by the ambush of young days
Either not assail'd, or victor being charg'd;
Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise,
To tie up envy, evermore enlarg'd,
If some suspect of ill mask'd not thy show,
Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe.
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