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Best Poems - Friends & Foes


Best Poems – FRIENDS & FOES

 

 

A Poison Tree – William Blake

“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.”
 

 


The Butterfly And The Caterpillar –
Joseph Lauren

“A butterfly, one summer morn,
Sat on a spray of blossoming thorn
And, as he sipped and drank his share
Of honey from the flowered air,
Below, upon the garden wall,
A caterpillar chanced to crawl.
‘Horrors!’ the butterfly exclaimed,
‘This must be stopped! I am ashamed
That such as I should have to be
In the same world with such as he.
Preserve me from such hideous things!
disgusting shape! Where are his wings!
Fuzzy and gray! Eater of clay!
Won’t someone take the worm away!’
The caterpillar crawled ahead,
But, as he munched a leaf, he said,
‘Eight days ago, young butterfly,
You wormed about, the same as I;
Within a forthnight from today
Two wings will bear me far away,
To brighter blooms and lovelier lures,
With colors that outrival yours.
So, flutter-flit, be not so proud;
Each caterpillar is endowed
With power to make him by and by,
A blithe and brilliant butterfly.
While you, who scorn the common clay,
You, in your livery so gay,
And all the gaudy moths and millers,
Are only dressed-up caterpillars.’”

 

Norman Norton’s Nostrils – Colin West

“Oh, Norman Norton’s nostrils
Are powerful and strong;
Hold on to your belongings
If he should come along.

And do not ever let him
Inhale with all his might,
Or else your pens and pencils
Will disappear from sight.

Right up his nose they’ll vanish;
Your future will be black.
Unless he gets the sneezes
You’ll never get them back!”

 

 

 

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