A Poison Tree by William Blake

 

One of my all time favorite poems by William Blake. The words to this, while simple, hold so much power. It is a poem of the greatest kind of revenge… karma. 

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 and 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

Betrayal’s Web

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Betrayal greets you at the door
With a friendly smile
And a warm embrace

It draws you in
Through misled trust
And portrays itself
As your closest friend

It entraps the mind
Through web weaved lies
Spewing hollow words
Full of empty praise

And weeps like rain
On a stormy day
When the slightest doubt
Threatens to unveil its skin

It digs into your deepest realm
Where every shameful memory dwells
And plucks them, intently
Like a thief

To hold your crest
High,
Above your head
Tainted by deceit

Lodged by Robert Frost

The rain to the wind said,
‘You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.

This poem, by Robert Frost, holds much meaning for me. It reminds me of my childhood and the suffering I endured due to my very own family. Does this poem hold any personal meaning for you? What is your take on its meaning?