2019 April PAD Challenge: Day 7

Woo-hoo! We’re a week into this challenge. Let’s keep at it!

For today’s prompt, write a jealous poem. Maybe you’re jealous. Or maybe someone else is jealous of you–or someone else. Whether envious of another or suspicious of a partner, dive deep into this emotion today.

Remember: These prompts are just springboards; you have the freedom to jump in any direction you want.

(Note: Also, if you happen to run into any issues posting poems, please just send me an e-mail at robert.brewer@fwmedia.com with the subject line: April PAD Posting Problems. Fingers crossed there are no tech hiccups this month.)

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Here’s my attempt at a Jealous Poem:

“the moon”

Does the earth ever grow jealous of the moon
and how just a sliver makes lovers swoon?

And does the moon ever brag with pride
about how it moves the ocean’s tide?

The answer, of course, is definitely not,
because the earth knows the moon’s a dead rock.

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Robert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community and author of Solving the World’s Problems (Press 53). He’s not jealous of the moon, but he does appreciate it. Follow him on Twitter @RobertLeeBrewer.

276 thoughts on “2019 April PAD Challenge: Day 7

  1. AvatarQuillQueen

    The Jealous Rose
    By Tiffany Brannan

    Once a simple rosebush flourished
    In a simple plot of ground.
    It was flowerless but happy,
    Since no other flowers grew round.

    Though it never made a blossom,
    It was happy as can be.
    It had no desire for flowers,
    Since no others could it see.

    Then one day a flora bunda bush
    Was planted in its sight.
    It was full of little roses,
    Which were pretty pink and white.

    “Oh, that pompous new intruder!”
    Thought the old bush jealously.
    “Since its greens are full of roses,
    It thinks it’s better than me!”

    Overwhelmed by growing envy,
    Our small rose plant searched inside.
    Lurking somewhere deep inside it,
    It aroused its sense of pride.

    From this competition blossomed
    The most glorious single rose.
    That huge blossom shamed the little buds
    That flora bunda grows.

    This botanic tale has values
    Which are true and plain to see.
    Nothing gives one motivation
    Like that green fire jealousy.

  2. AvatarLCaramanna

    Tomorrow I Will Wear Green

    I am jealous of those
    who bask in the warmth of a tropical sun,
    walk barefoot beside a turquoise sea
    on a sandy beach,
    collect driftwood and shells,
    sip rum punch from a souvenir cup
    garnished with pineapple
    and a colorful umbrella,
    dance to the rhythm of the waves.
    I am jealous of those
    who escape this weather
    that has overstayed its welcome
    and forgotten it was not invited in the first place.
    I am jealous of those who
    spent extra workout time and ate salads for a month
    to display buff bodies in bathing suits
    on vacation.
    I am jealous,
    So tomorrow I will wear green
    and flaunt my envy.

    Lorraine Caramanna

  3. AvatarAzma

    Making space

    I used to be like those teens
    Every curve snug within jeans
    But now I have tires
    And every part conspires
    For me to start having greens

    Azma Sheikh

  4. AvatarBryn Harris

    No Rhyme or Reason

    She’s hip, and young, and cool. Me? I’m so not.
    (You might politely call me a dinosaur.)
    I wouldn’t say she’s beautiful exactly.
    But who needs beautiful when you can shock?
    She’s lithe, yet somehow all about T & A.
    And I know what you’re thinking . . . but no.
    Trochees and Anapests are, speaking mildly,
    not quite the thing—and possibly antiques.
    (Her lines aren’t long enough for anapests!
    Perchance she has odd trochees showing up,
    but I suspect she doesn’t know they’re there.)
    No, her keys are Trendiness and Attention.
    The new, the weird and above all the shocking:
    whatever she’s got, confidence, bravado,
    they all see it, and they want it, so it works.
    Me? I feel pentametrically bloated.
    And whatever she is not, iamb.

  5. AvatarYolee

    In the Backyard

    Mama looked for Jimmy’s smile
    when she got home from that job
    in her office.
    He’s in the Paddington Bear
    playpen. I took Jimmy’s smile.
    It’s on my face now.
    If she wants to see her favorite
    smile, she’ll have to find me
    here on the swing daddy built
    before Jimmy came home
    from the big hospital.

  6. AvatarBrandi Noelle

    Foolish Girl

    Foolish girl, can’t you see?
    You’re the one driving him away.
    Your bitter insecurities
    will haunt you
    when you’re the one to pay.

    Jealous one, do you not know?
    He’s been faithful from the start.
    Your constant accusations
    will ultimately send him
    in search of another heart.

    Crazy woman, it’s 3am!
    And still, you scream and shout!
    It was a simple hello
    between old friends
    not worth the anger you spew out.

    Pitiful wife, unclench your grip!
    Quit muttering words so snide.
    Because you punished him
    though he’d done no wrong
    he now has a mistress on the side.

    Foolish girl, the fault is yours.
    Now you’ll reap what you’ve sown.
    Your obsessive suspicions
    have chased him away
    and now you’re all alone.

  7. AvatarBDP

    Imayo: “Jealousy”

    Leaving smudged his fingerprints—his clothing remains
    A phantom pulls her essence—an unbroken leash
    Wanting him blunts her scissors—eyeing the sharp knives
    People say these thoughts will fade—birdcrap on the stoop

    * * * * *

    leaving smudged your fingerprints
    your clothing remains
    a phantom pulls my essence
    an unbroken leash
    jealousy blunts my scissors
    eyeing the sharp knives
    People say these thoughts will fade
    birdcrap on the stoop

    B Peters

  8. AvatarBer

    Envy

    My heart is pounding
    Watching on
    There is no escape
    My eyes gauge every move

    Salivating mouth watering
    I look away unable
    To contain myself
    Motion of mouth watering taste

    Bring me away
    Someone save me
    Tormented moments
    Over in minutes

    You devour the last piece
    I am so envious
    That was my doughnut
    You ordered the last one
    I only got to watch the show

  9. AvatarMaddiScarboro

    I’m not.

    I’m not jealous of every girl that touches you.
    I don’t care that you’re with other guys.
    I’m jealous that none of them are me.
    They always hurt you worse than the last time.
    why can’t you see that I’ve been here the whole time,
    To help you heal from their stabs
    I take every cut
    And put them on myself.
    I’d kill to see you smile,
    I’d die for your happiness.
    And yet all I’ve accomplished
    Is getting ill from jealousy.

  10. AvatarEarl Parsons

    Cutting Heads

    Joe uncased his 62 Strat
    An excellent reissue
    Hit the stage for his audition
    And plugged into the studio amp
    He’d planned to dazzle them
    With Van Halen’s Eruption
    He’d worked it to the note
    And could do it in his sleep

    He checked tune and waited
    For the cue to start playing
    Meanwhile from stage right
    Another man marched out with
    A maroon Les Paul Custom
    The stranger plugged up and tuned
    And ripped Eruption as a warm-up
    He smiled and shook Joe’s hand
    There was trouble brewing

    From the middle auditorium seats
    Behind the stage lights came a voice
    Announcing the audition rules
    Rules never before discussed
    Rules that would change everything
    In the way they had auditioned before

    The two of them would be cutting heads
    Dueling back and forth without a break
    First one would challenge then the other
    One mistake each would be allowed
    No more
    Last man playing would get the spot

    Then the sound of a silver dollar rang
    As it flipped and landed on an arm
    It came up tails so Pete would go first
    That was the name of the stranger
    The one that ripped Eruption
    Now what would he rip next

    He started off simple, Joe thought
    With the back solo from Hotel California
    Not a lick missed for him or for Joe
    And it relaxed both of them a bit

    Joe flew through Sultan’s of Swing
    And so did Pete
    On to a little Pride and Joy
    Both nailed it
    Joe wailed on Jessica then suddenly
    Pete joined in on harmony
    Hot for Teacher hit the playlist
    They both rocked the house
    Sharp Dressed Man
    While My Guitar Gently Weeps
    Reelin’ In The Years
    Whole Lotta Love
    Sweet Child O’ Mine
    And even a little B. B. King
    And they both stood strong
    No mistakes
    No hesitations

    Pete thought it was time to pull out the big guns
    He played the jam of jams, Stranglehold
    But Joe was still right there in the mix
    Then came Surfing With The Alien
    Where Pete made his first mistake
    Now it was getting serious
    No second chances for Pete
    So he really, really ripped Eruption
    And so did Joe

    The audition went on and on
    One hour, two, and then four
    Pete held on with one mistake
    While Joe stood flawlessly tall

    Then Pete thru in a zinger
    One banned in so many guitar shops
    The one that so many start off with
    But Joe had never paid much attention to
    Pete thru in the Jimmy Page signature
    Stairway To Heaven……

    And the score quickly evened out
    The next mistake maker would walk
    It was time for a desperate, radical move
    So Joe tied a red bandana around his head
    Turned up the gain and distortion
    And blasted out Hendrix’ Woodstock version
    Of The Star Spangled Banner
    It was breathtaking

    Pete answered the call
    For the first few bars or so
    But after a finger fumble here and there
    Simply stopped
    Unplugged
    Packed up and
    Headed for the exit

    But before he could get off the stage
    The house lights came up
    And they called him back

    They told him that Joe had won the slot
    But that they were making a second one
    Because they had never heard such perfection
    From a Strat player and a Les Paul guitarist
    And they had to have both in the band

    Because of Joe and Pete primarily
    The band went from mediocre
    To the top of the rock’n’roll charts
    Faster than any band ever
    They became the cream of the crop
    The top of the heap
    The best of the best
    The envy of all

    © 2019 Earl Parson

  11. Avatarskiiru

    PERSPECTIVE
    I.
    It’s been twenty or so years now
    that I’ve been envying you,
    remembering you—
    your long slim legs
    taut stomach
    radiant skin.
    Buoyed up by loyal family, you capered through busy days,
    brimming with accolades and gleaming with promise and hope,
    the world and its future yours
    if you wanted.

    And you did.
    You wanted, and the wanting cost you nothing.
    You laid out all your dreams before you in a bright shiny pile and sifted happily through. What
    did reality have on you,
    you lucky girl—
    You had all the
    everything
    I could ever want.

    II.
    I see you in my dreams sometimes,
    daydream sometimes
    that I am you—
    all grown up
    confidently married
    creative, fulfilled.
    Adored by vibrant kids, you wave them cheerfully to school
    then hunker down to work, pondering and spinning artful words,
    your time and your body belonging
    to you alone, or at least
    belonging.

    And you do.
    You found your place, and it was God who did the finding.
    You trusted Him alone (not some mean girls or prince charming) and He turned all bleak things new. What
    does the past have on you,
    you lucky woman—
    You have all the
    future
    I could ever want.

  12. Avatarhmm.writer

    -have you ever written a poem about a one-night stand?-

    the man named Shelley asks
    -is this your husband?-

    and I know he’s joking, or
    I think he is and
    of course he doesn’t know we’ve only
    known each other 20 hours, of course
    he doesn’t know you had
    your fingers slipped inside me before we’d even
    made it out of the bar last night but
    the love of my life is 3,000 miles away and not getting any closer

    so for the moment, I can share a look with you
    and we can roll our eyes
    – he is not the first person to ask so maybe we look it, we
    make a beautiful pair you know, even if just for the night –

    we can roll our eyes but you
    will still kiss me when I leave

  13. AvatarKiril Kundurazieff

    Here is the Day 7 entry from Opinionated Pussycat. 😀

    Jealousy by Sneakers the Texian Tuxedo

    Dear dog
    When I see you
    Walking your human
    Down the street,
    To the Dog Park,
    I am only jealous
    For one reason.

    When we cats
    Take our human out
    For walkies, or a stroller trip,
    There’s no community playground
    And gathering place for us to visit.
    What’s up with that?
    What are we? Chopped Tuna?

    For full context and some old photos of my stroller kitties and leash ladies…

    https://www.opinionatedpussycat.com/2019/04/poetry-a-day-challenge-7-jealousy.html

  14. AvatarSalmo

    Jealous or Not

    Jealousy is destructive;
    Love edifies.
    Jealousy covets;
    Confidence lifts up.
    Jealousy produces anxiety;
    Contentment produces peace.
    Jealousy is possessive;
    Trust sets free.

  15. AvatarLinda Hatton

    Canine Rivalry

    That old flattened
    bed with stuffing erupting
    from one side like a giant
    puffball mushroom
    never looked so cozy
    until the new whipper-
    snapper of a pup
    wriggled her way
    in,
    nudged the elder pup
    out.

  16. AvatarHillariousJ

    There’s a cultural element to jealousy—
    a kind of agreement to deny someone having us for cake
    and getting to have someone else too. Yes, humans are food
    when it comes to jealousy. Overeating earns a stomach ache.
    We value repercussions.

    Raised with a jealous god who insists we not drink
    of his cup and the demon’s cup too, we demand
    faithfulness to school, sports team, political party, country.
    There’s a logic too—why share if you aren’t holding up
    your end of the deal?

    Most of my life I remember wanting to escape wherever I was,
    whatever I was in. I never let myself be totally in.
    Dip your toes in the water to test temperature rather than
    dive in. I knew water, like people, can be shallow. I was enough of a
    friend to keep a secret but knew better than to reveal any.

    I knew people walk out or betray, people hurt and hurt back,
    I always knew I’d walk out—of a job, relationship, town.
    And I liked that about myself. It was noble to
    keep secrets and noble to not burden someone else with mine.

    People sometimes envy what they call freedom, but as I get older
    they are more inclined to pity me. Because I’m a woman, I suppose,
    who’s missed out on the solidity of a husband and kids,
    of laundry and cooking—occupations finite as a steam iron, cast iron,
    the non-precious metals which say, forever.

  17. Avatarannell

    One Will be Lucky

    As the calendar changes
    One day follows another
    All numbers come up
    And at least one will be lucky

    The first lucky number for me
    “18” which would be “9”
    The day we joined our lives together
    Then, “22” which would be “4”

    The date of your birth
    You enriched my life
    Taught me
    Filled my heart

    I would not say it was easy
    But oh, so worth it
    Then, “31” which would be “4”
    Again 4 appears

    Again… you enrich my life
    My companion
    My partner
    This year began with “2458”

    Which would be “1”
    The beginning number
    Thus this year a new beginning
    At least “one” will be lucky

    April 8, 2019

  18. AvatarPSC in CT

    Greens With Envy

    Hyacinth hankers
    for Holly’s berries.
    Rue craves the scent
    that Rosemary carries.
    Ivy cites envy for Iris’s flower.
    Erica covets Lavender’s power.

    Veronica aches,
    (and I know this sounds silly)
    but, she’d like to try soaking
    in water – like Lily.

    And Daffodil spills
    she wishes that she
    could be orange or red
    (like Poppy instead)
    while Poppy prefers
    a bit darker hue –
    maybe purple or blue –
    more like Violet, who
    while so dainty, petite,
    thinks it might be quite neat
    to be leggy and tall
    instead of so small…
    maybe bloom in the fall,
    which makes Mum
    rather glum,
    as (despite her fall timing)
    she’d much prefer spring
    over everything.

    It seems every plant –
    in a pot, on a trellis
    has a penchant for making
    another one jealous

    And it’s not just the flowers.
    I beg of you, please,
    don’t get me started
    on shrubs, grass and trees.

  19. AvatarBill Kirk

    By Any Other Name
    By Bill Kirk

    A would-be bard once said:

    “Jealousy’s a funny word.
    The emotion can run deep.
    Some don’t show it in the least
    Yet, others act the creep.”

    Let’s face it, trying to make jealousy
    Fit a certain definition or even
    Saying what it’s kind of like
    Is likely a pointless exercise—
    Except as an attempt to know it
    As an enemy and repel it like the plague.
    By any other name, would it be as mean?

    Consider the by-products of a jealous heart:
    Anger, revenge, sadness, depression;
    Loss of sleep and apetite
    Except, of course, for certain things in excess,
    Like drink or drug or chocolate
    Or plotting…. Yes, plotting’s a good one—
    Certainly its own reward.
    What’s your go-to soother?

    And what precursor moves one to jealousy?
    Do we acquire it in some fashion
    Or does it come pre-installed in our self-identity,
    Inbred through evolution or original sin,
    Always present, awaiting an awakening?
    Or is it a nasty gift that must be shared
    Because, well, such pain simply shouldn’t
    Be kept to oneself, should it?

    Is it a sense of ownership
    Of person, property, idea or space?
    Simply the self-declared exclusive right
    To any particular thing?
    Some that springs forth when one’s right
    Has been lured away? Is that the alluring part?
    Or maybe just lurid….

    Is jealousy an expected and
    Totally understandable outcome
    When another’s love is suspect or redirected?
    Is it a pure and boundless emotion—
    The opposite of love? And, if love is a gift,
    Does jealousy make us take it back?

    Is it a fire that will eventually burn out
    Leaving scars behind in the ashes of love lost?
    Or, instead, something that, once seen,
    Cannot be unseen, its deep-spreading roots,
    Insidious and insatiable.

    In the end, is it something we can, with great effort,
    Unlearn or banish from our emotional lexicon
    Through discipline or becoming aware
    That the damage it causes is too great
    To nurture the negativity or
    Or to even allow its birth in the first place?

    And, by the way, apart from the
    Somewhat similar coveting thing,
    There’s no commandment against jealousy,
    Although there is mention that
    God is a jealous God.
    Yeah, I know. Difficult to process….

  20. AvatarBill Kirk

    PAD Day #7:

    By Any Other Name
    By Bill Kirk

    A would-be bard once said:

    “Jealousy’s a funny word.
    The emotion can run deep.
    Some don’t show it in the least
    Yet, others act the creep.”

    Let’s face it, trying to make jealousy
    Fit a certain definition or even
    Saying what it’s kind of like
    Is likely a pointless exercise—
    Except as an attempt to know it
    As an enemy and repel it like the plague.
    By any other name, would it be as mean?

    Consider the by-products of a jealous heart:
    Anger, revenge, sadness, depression;
    Loss of sleep and apetite
    Except, of course, for certain things in excess,
    Like drink or drug or chocolate
    Or plotting…. Yes, plotting’s a good one—
    Certainly its own reward.
    What’s your go-to soother?

    And what precursor moves one to jealousy?
    Do we acquire it in some fashion
    Or does it come pre-installed in our self-identity,
    Inbred through evolution or original sin,
    Always present, awaiting an awakening?
    Or is it a nasty gift that must be shared
    Because, well, such pain simply shouldn’t
    Be kept to oneself, should it?

    Is it a sense of ownership
    Of person, property, idea or space?
    Simply the self-declared exclusive right
    To any particular thing?
    Some that springs forth when one’s right
    Has been lured away? Is that the alluring part?
    Or maybe just lurid….

    Is jealousy an expected and
    Totally understandable outcome
    When another’s love is suspect or redirected?
    Is it a pure and boundless emotion—
    The opposite of love? And, if love is a gift,
    Does jealousy make us take it back?

    Is it a fire that will eventually burn out
    Leaving scars behind in the ashes of love lost?
    Or, instead, something that, once seen,
    Cannot be unseen, its deep-spreading roots,
    Insidious and insatiable.

    In the end, is it something we can, with great effort,
    Unlearn or banish from our emotional lexicon
    Through discipline or becoming aware
    That the damage it causes is too great
    To nurture the negativity or
    Or to even allow its birth in the first place?

    And, by the way, apart from the
    Somewhat similar coveting thing,
    There’s no commandment against jealousy,
    Although there is mention that
    God is a jealous God.
    Yeah, I know. Difficult to process….

  21. Avatarjakecosmos

    not a jealous poem but a true love poem

    Morning thoughts

    Every morning I wake up
    And see the love of my life
    Sleeping soundly
    In our bed

    The sun fills my room
    And I get up
    To do my morning routine
    Just marveling at the sight

    And as I do my thing
    I am drawn back to bed
    Just to look
    At this strange creature

    That captured my heart
    So many years ago
    And I wonder yet again
    At the mystery of our love

    How and why
    Did the universe bring us together
    Where did she come from
    And why did she summoned me

    I have no answers
    Our love transcended
    The barriers of time
    And space

    And somehow
    We found each other
    And will be together
    Until the death of time

  22. Avatarnansghosh

    Going Green
    Isn’t going green the universal thing!
    A friend goes ahead in competition & we turn green;
    A colleague presumably gets promotion & we turn green;
    Wearing a big smile to hide our hearts that turned green!

    Isn’t going green the universal thing!
    A neighbour buys a bigger car & rises the green tinge;
    A friend visits an exotic place & we are burnt green;
    Why is it such a universal thing!

    When we know that it hardly helps,
    That everyone, as per their own destiny, gets
    What written for him & more,
    That there is never a dearth in His store!

    That there is no need of this green thing,
    Promoting each other is the in thing,
    If someone’s better than you, in their happiness sing,
    Believe that your time is soon to spring!

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