Wednesday Poetry Prompt #1

Each Wednesday in my Facebook writing group, we do Poetry Prompts. I wanted to start sharing them here as well.

The prompt for this Wednesday: Write a Poem About Jealously.


Jealousy

It boils up in me.
Ready to explode
My heart races and
These thoughts come to me
Making me questions it all.

Jealousy, it's a raging fire.
Jealousy, tearing my heart out.
Jealousy, and I can’t see
Jealousy, Jealousy

I’m ready to explode,
Ready to infinite
The fire building in me.

I can’t think of anything
It doesn't make sense
This feeling inside of me
Making me question,
Making me fear.

Jealousy, it's a raging fire.
Jealousy, tearing my heart out.
Jealousy, and I can’t see
Jealousy, Jealousy

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And Then There’s Me

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And Then There's Me

And then there’s me. 
Watching all of you. 
And I am left on the side looking on. 
With no one. 

Is the way others feel when they are left out.
We want to belong so badly and then troubled when we are not. 
Does jealousy grow or just the feeling and fear of being forgotten?


Forgotten

Jealous of their happiness but you don't want to be forgotten.
You watch the connections growing and you know they are not growing with you.
You pray that they would, but you kid yourself
You want it more and more, but you can't keep up.
You feel you are a failure, and you just don't know what to do.
You want to be this person but in truth you are not.
You have this picture of yourself in your head, but it is not really you.

I want to be the kind of person people come to when they need help.
The person who doesn’t get mad, but I see everyone leaving me behind.
I am not that person; I am jealous I get angry.
I wish I had the connections you have but I don't.
I want to scream please, Don't Forget Me but you do, anyway.

What the point of saying anything when I say it you push me away more.
Because I have already forgotten. 
 

 

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