Treasure Island

Charlie F. Kane

(14/1/1989 / Solihull, Birmingham)

Green-Eyed Monster (Or, Iago's Song)


I hate him,
As I hate Hell and all it’s devils.
I hate him for being better than me,
I hate him for being better than everyone I know,
And I hate him because he is with you.

Why you chose him,
I don’t know.
I have known you for years,
I have told you I love you for years,
I have done nothing but show you my love for years
But you choose him.

You are so beautiful,
And he is so ugly,
You are so elegant,
And he is so common,
You are so perfect,
And he is so flawed.

I will make you see,
That he isn’t good enough for you,
I will make you see,
That I am good for you,
I will make you see,
If I can’t have you,
No man can.

© Charlie F. Kane

25/2/06

Submitted: Thursday, March 23, 2006

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Green-Eyed Monster (Or, Iago's Song) by Charlie F. Kane )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 2 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Raining Love, Sandra Feldman
  2. I Still Read, An Apology For Someone Pro.., Michael McParland
  3. Not Missed, Michael McParland
  4. Trigger Happy, Alem Hailu Gabre Kristos
  5. I Am Nobody, Michael McParland
  6. Goodbye, Michael McParland
  7. Farewell, Michael McParland
  8. Falling, Michael McParland
  9. The Poet's License, Tony Adah
  10. A Journey That Ended In Laughs, Michael McParland

Poem of the Day

poet Helen Hunt Jackson

The month of carnival of all the year,
When Nature lets the wild earth go its way,
And spend whole seasons on a single day.
The spring-time holds her white and purple dear;
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]