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The Moor Maid's Jealousy
by Josias Homely

(A Ballad.)
When the lark is at rest, in her grass-woven nest,
And the lapwing at even is seeking her home ;
When the last light of day is just dying away,
And the ring-plover's sleeping among the green broom,
And the plover sleeps in the green broom.

When silence prevails o'er the hills and the dales.
And day with its noise and its labour is o'er.
O then comes a sound, which makes my heart bound.

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envy
by gabriella Blake

What will it take for me to have what you have. How did you get so lucky. I want what you have. I’d kill for that. For someone that loves me. For someone who holds me. For someone who knows me. Every inch. For someone to laugh with and someone to call mine. For something safe and for something real.

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The Perfect
by Cameron Phillips

She's the god of altruism.
Powerful, Peaceful, Proper.
Precision in her every move
yet laid back and full of personality.
I'll admit, jealousy runs through me.

I'd call it admiration,
Or maybe something more.
Yet I cannot compare.
But, as they always say;

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Recent Jealousy Poems
The Perfect
by Cameron Phillips

She's the god of altruism.
Powerful, Peaceful, Proper.
Precision in her every move
yet laid back and full of personality.
I'll admit, jealousy runs through me.

I'd call it admiration,
Or maybe something more.
Yet I cannot compare.
But, as they always say;

......

Continue reading
envy
by gabriella Blake

What will it take for me to have what you have. How did you get so lucky. I want what you have. I’d kill for that. For someone that loves me. For someone who holds me. For someone who knows me. Every inch. For someone to laugh with and someone to call mine. For something safe and for something real.

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The Moor Maid's Jealousy
by Josias Homely

(A Ballad.)
When the lark is at rest, in her grass-woven nest,
And the lapwing at even is seeking her home ;
When the last light of day is just dying away,
And the ring-plover's sleeping among the green broom,
And the plover sleeps in the green broom.

When silence prevails o'er the hills and the dales.
And day with its noise and its labour is o'er.
O then comes a sound, which makes my heart bound.

......

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