Below are two poems about malice and hate. Although I am more inclined to writing love poems, I have decided to juxtapose these poems in order to receive your feedback about them. I wrote one and a professional poet the other. Indicate the one you prefer after reading by commenting below the post. Please feel free to link this post to your Facebook and twitter walls. Thanks.

A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole,
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

MALICE

                    

The first malicious hype;

I realized your type.

Decided to hold on to the hot pipe

And plead when the time is ripe,

But discarded it cause it wasn’t a healthy recipe.

The pleading went down well, cause you chirped

And went on to blow loud your vocal pipe,

And proved that all malice has been wiped.

            

It’s the second time,

You’ve introduced your

Poisonous hype,

But now you won’t get any pleading;

Cause I’ve left you

To your unhealthy recipe.