I have a lot of experience in writing poetry. At the moment I'm writing my own poetry collection; "We are humans not metaphors" about the eight types of love. Here is one of the poems;
To the tree in my backyard
There is nothing holy about you,
You, who doesn’t know what commitment means,
You, who isn’t committed to yourself, let alone a god,
You, who can’t even commit to a demon,
You are no one, when it comes to faith,
You, who refuses to have faith in anything,
You, whom I refuse to have faith in,
You were made to be cut down,
Because all you could ever do is burn,
You are nothing more than a living thing I like to kill,
I need to kill,
You are nothing to me,
But one night of warm sleep,
And maybe a cup of tea.