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Ivy of Envy
by Maria Terezia FerenczIvy of Envy she's winding green
her tickling tendrils of hate
meandering me, she slowly grows
her touch a quiet treachery
Encompassing this trellis of my heart
she whispers, "It is ok to long"
slithering over once satisfied
twisting what once was strong
Sprouting blooms of jealousy
her scents so sickly sweet
constant thought of why not me
vile vines climb in conceit
Beware the vines of Envy
poison fruit her labors bring
no comfort ever to be found
no hope of satiety
05/20/2007 Author's Note: Beware of Envy........
Comparisons are odious.
Posted on 05/20/2007
Copyright © 2026 Maria Terezia Ferencz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/21/07 at 12:26 AM Well said bit of advice! I do like the sounds of "ivy of envy" - great word combinations throughout. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/21/07 at 02:11 AM Really cool the way you gave a character defect a persona. The I in Ivy envies... Really enjoyed this. |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 05/21/07 at 11:48 PM This unfolds in a very natural, unforced way. Your use of alliteration and rhyme are also very subtle....the whole thing flows! I enjoyed this. |
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