Envy Poems
The Birds and the Bees Revisited
by Richard Randolph
Your mother thinks it’s time
I taught you about the birds and the bees,
so here’s what I’ll say about that.
God knows it’s easy to envy birds,
seeing them flying so high and free.
But the truth is most of them live in constant fear
of being killed and eaten by bigger birds,
or cats, or some other creature.
And all that singing the Romantics talk about,
well, it’s really just them squawking in turf wars,
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Fragment—altho' He Has Left Me -
by Robert Burns
ALTHO' he has left me for greed o' the siller,
I dinna envy him the gains he can win;
I rather wad bear a' the lade o' my sorrow,
Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him.
Envy
by Mary Jacqueline Simon Moo
Envy, that greedy fiend within
The worlding's all-absorbing breast,
That most uncomfortable sin
That ever marred a mortal's rest,
Peace cannot dwell within the soul
That yields to its fell, dark control.
Why should I envy those whom earth
Has pampered, dandled on her knee,
Or those who, blest with richer birth,
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Sonnet 04: Love's Vigor Amidst War's Strife And Envy's Sting.
by Christen Kuikoua
Amidst war's guilt, in solitude I tread,
Where envy's venom seeps into my core,
In shadows draped, I mourn the love that's dead,
And death's cold grip leaves me to weep once more.
From battles fought, I bear the scars of shame,
Isolation's chains encircle me tight,
Yet in your love, I find a flickering flame,
A beacon in the dark, dispelling night.
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by UN NAMEDxxx
Continue readingThe Birds and the Bees Revisited
by Richard Randolph
Your mother thinks it’s time
I taught you about the birds and the bees,
so here’s what I’ll say about that.
God knows it’s easy to envy birds,
seeing them flying so high and free.
But the truth is most of them live in constant fear
of being killed and eaten by bigger birds,
or cats, or some other creature.
And all that singing the Romantics talk about,
well, it’s really just them squawking in turf wars,
......
Sonnet 04: Love's Vigor Amidst War's Strife And Envy's Sting.
by Christen Kuikoua
Amidst war's guilt, in solitude I tread,
Where envy's venom seeps into my core,
In shadows draped, I mourn the love that's dead,
And death's cold grip leaves me to weep once more.
From battles fought, I bear the scars of shame,
Isolation's chains encircle me tight,
Yet in your love, I find a flickering flame,
A beacon in the dark, dispelling night.
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Crabs in Our Neighbors' Chests
by Abel Alaw
The stars
that showered
towards Shell’s roof,
The swish of soda can
Opening, fused–
Together. Engulfing the silence,
stillness,
seclude,
And then, Explodes.
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by UN NAMEDxxx
Continue readingNo Churchman Am I
by Robert Burns
NO churchman am I for to rail and to write,
No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight,
No sly man of business contriving a snare,
For a big-belly'd bottle's the whole of my care.
The peer I don't envy, I give him his bow;
I scorn not the peasant, though ever so low;
But a club of good fellows, like those that are here,
And a bottle like this, are my glory and care.
Here passes the squire on his brother-his horse;
There centum per centum, the cit with his purse;
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