Hi all,
Thank you for all your superb ideas and poems so far. Keep it up!
This week you’re studying a famous English poet: William Blake.
Please share your thoughts and poems with us here.
Hi all,
Thank you for all your superb ideas and poems so far. Keep it up!
This week you’re studying a famous English poet: William Blake.
Please share your thoughts and poems with us here.
Dear Diary
I have found out how someone feels, how their wrath is brewing and getting ready for me to come and step in. I feel deep regret for what I’ve done but, judging by there actions, it’s too late.
I agree with you Anonymous. I think the same way.
William Blake’s A Poison Tree
Foe’s point of view
Facebook message
I’m feeling so sad after this. How could this happen to me? I was beaten by the poison tree. My life is miserable, I will never bully again. Someone’s wrath was unleashed on me and now I will never be the same. I will always be sad when I walk down the long alienated lane.
Feeling terrified and worried
well done Justin, you thought very carefully about what you were writing and now you produced excellent writing.
You thought really hard about what you were writing and I feel very happy for you that you were confident enough to share your feelings on this poem with this website and all of us
We have also looked at another poem from William Blake called ‘A poison tree’
Hey whats going on guys today we did the poison tree poem by blake i wonder how the foe felt in the last excrutiatingly painful few seconds he had. I mean did he have regrets was he being naughty did he regret life or something because im pretty sure a poison tree would look like A DAMN NORMAL ONE!!!!!!!! well in that case i will see you in the next vlog. Bye-Bye.#NoRegrets
That is a great thought cem .I don’t think (for a fact) that the foe would have felt regret after eating the apple. But I think that before he had the apple he knew that the tree was his (just like the poem says).And he ate the apple to bring anger to him.
A tweet about William Blake.
#WilliamBlakePoetry:-)
William Blake is one of the best poets in the entire world. This is very odd since I am writing this as my trains are probably coming and going and also some will be delayed!!!!! Anyway, I was getting a little bit carried away, I would not like to be a poet myself, but! – Poems are very VERY COOL.
Dear Diary,
There is somebody on the hunt for me, and all of a sudden, I am a disrespectful foe who does not care about the feelings of others. But I feel like nobody cares about the feelings of yours truly. Has anybody even thought of saying that he overreacted just a little bit?
I sure don’t think so. His wrath is unmanageable, but no-one wants to mention it. Please help me, diary.
Hi Junior,
You create a sense of anxiety here while also increasing our sympathy for the I.
Junior
I like how your diary entry is showing how you think the foe fell.Do you think this poem is about Blake’s life or someone close to him?
Good question Asmaa. What do you think?
FOE’S TWEET
#RudeRevengeRegret
Hey guy I just want to say sorry for my evil deeds.
This is my recreation of A Poison Tree, by William Blake, in the foe’s perspective. As a tweet.
#regrets made
Regrets made with this random guy.
Help.
To the guy I bullied,
Sorry.
A about William Blake.
#CalmYourWrath
William Blake is a world famous poet and we have listen and read his poem called ‘Poison Tree’ in this poem it tells us a lesson not to be angry as much and if we do something we regret say sorry.
Hi Daniel,
Do you think Blake is trying to say this to us? Is there another way to read his message?
Hey guys its nath here and I am here to talk to about turning the other cheek to your foes.
Have you ever experienced when you have retaliated after someone has done something bad to you?
Well this is what the person did to his foe in the story the poison tree,
after a while the foe recognized what he was doing and stopped hurt the person.
After all that the lesson is always say sorry.
#sorry… IM NOT SORRY
Dear Diary
I have found out how someone feels, how their wrath is brewing and getting ready for me to come and step in. I feel deep regret for what I’ve done. It is too late to go back. The hatred and anger has gone to far to change. I am afraid of what will happen…
I enjoyed reading what you said as it is very realistic and interesting.
FOES TWEET
#ruderegret Hey guys i regret my stupid actions; it was rude and immature im sorry i regret it ever so dearly. Im just clearing the air sorry #sosorry #antibullying
Hi Nicolas,
Do you think the foe would show regret?
Foes point of view in a text . 2 days after
THAT boy came up 2 me . ME !!!!! . So any way he showed me an apple it was like it was so precious 2 him !!! SO i was like give me dat apple and you dont get no bruise . He ran but i followed him and he locked da door 2 his house and i could see him put the apple away in a tree( thinking he was clever probs 4ght i had gone ) . At night in I went and reached up grabbed the apple and hurled it but it hit back and smacked my head !! BLACKNESS!! I woke up and he had ice i said thanks no longer a foe but a friend . He is gonna be on r table at lunch so c u den .
A poison apple William Blake
And I watered it in love , night and day with me alone
I can spread love around the world it is wild
Flowers are crying and dying
Love is here and near
I enjoyed reading what you wrote.
The Poisonous Foe
The anger grew inside me,
I told it, stop, it had ended,
It came back and gave me revenge,
One night it grew inside me and,
Bursted into tears and emotions,
Day and night it became stronger,
With my anger it weakened,
Then I peek in my garden,
And see the shadow of the foe,
The sun came out and it burned,
Like a flower drying up,
I crept out and dropped a spark,
The foe melted slowly crying,
Nothing can bring me down,
As quickly as the sorrow,
By SeaUrchin and Sadia
Nice SeanUrchin and Sadia good use of vocabulary and extremely good descriptive language!
I liked your poem because it made me feel sad for the characters
Panther, Panther roaming the abyss of night,
Climbing skills to survive.
What immortal god in the sky would send a pitch black animal?
Killing animals as their tears water the plants
Sharp teeth to devour its prey, will pounce on his prey all day…
Will this creature ever die and soon it’s species will go to the light.
Hi Dolal,
Lovely poem. Your poem reminds me a little of another poem by William Blake called Tyger.
Here it is…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AUqowAVgZxA
IF I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by the suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heave
I like this poem because it reminded me of remembrance day and it makes me think
about all the soldiers who risked there lives for us.
hi, everyone.from week 1 to 4.it has been so much fun.and it has been improving my vocabulary.i am also upset that the project is about to end.we only got 1 week left and then its over!!
Hi Nimo,
I’m really pleased you’ve enjoyed it.
My foe was angry at me;
So I was angry back.
I saw within his eyes,
The fire of his wrath.
But little did I know;
That he was plotting revenge.
Until I saw the blooming tree,
That had bore an apple for me.
That night, I fell for the trap,
I crept over the wall but didn’t look back
I had found the apple
One bite …
Dead
He was the envy of all my enemies
He had a fight with his friend and I took advantage
My wrath will grow and so will his
Our paths will cross ending in a big blow
I laugh, he cries, we all win
He grew weaker, I grew stronger
He felt scared, I felt in power
He grew weaker, I grew stronger
Only to find a tree with an apple
Though little I knew… it was a poisonous apple
By Aedan and Leo
My foe was angry at me
So he made me angry back.
He told me his wrath but I did not believe
I saw deep into his eyes.
He wanted me to be dead.
He wanted revenge cold revenge
The tree blooming out of the ground.
Watering it with my tears
Waiting for an apple to bore.
That night I fell for the trick
I went over the fence not thinking.
I came across the apple
That one bite……
Dead
My friend was angry at me
He told his wrath to end,
He was angry at his foe
He told his wrath not to be angry at me
But his wrath grew and grew
And he watered it in fears,
Night & morning with his tears:
And he sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
My friend was angry at me
We fought over this tree
This tree we fought over
It grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And I beheld it shine,
I knew it was his
And into his garden stole,
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning he was glad to see;
Me outstretched beneath the tree.
Oh his wicked smile I see
By Asmaa and James
My foe was angry with me,
Their wrath bore a single seed,
The seed grew into a plant so mean,
That it was known as the poison tree.
They ignored me, and cast glaring eyes,
Through which I saw blazing demise,
His tree grew and grew so fast,
While mine settled for a flower, at last.
His tree was watered with disgust,
And covered with the light of revenge,
But I had to resolve this endless fight
So I stole into his garden at night.
A gleaming apple, red with wrath,
Hung from across the path,
I snatched it, and took one bite,
And then I knew that the apple was a poisoned delight.
I admire your amazing rhyming skills. You could be a poet.
The Poison Tree
His angry tree grows higher than mine,
Sprouting grapes for poison wine,
It keep and keeps on growing as I speak
It grows higher than canopy peaks
The days keep getting longer, as I’m getting weaker
The roots growing splintery bark,
And as I watch my anger grows as a tree
A devil of a man that’s overcome me
I see him sleeping in the breezy night
I planned to kill him which gives me a fright
But I have to do what I have to do
The tree stops growing as I think things through
But I can never stop what I’m doing now
An apple like a delicacy
Drops with part of the tree
Looking down it impales me
Then I fall flat below the tree hoping I will stop
By Mo/Sam Carter
My friend but now my foe
My flaming wrath will grow By Oscar and Serafino
Like a fire fed with petrol
Until it eventually blows
My foe has grown an apple tree
A single apple did grow
Shining in the illuminous sunlight
I want it, I want it, I want it
In the night I did a sin
In the darkness when the light was dim
Into his garden I stole
The apple hanging from a thin branch
I climbed the tree to the bright red apple
I reached out and touched it
I pulled it gently towards me
And took one very small bite
The apple inside was black
I fell to the ground on my back
I saw nothing else as I died there
And still now to this day, I lie there…
My foe and I had a fight.
He shouted and I hit him,
It had started with a few words,
But then its started to grow…
My foe’s wrath grew,
Just like a seed,
He watred it and sunned it,
With his tears, and his smiles.
My foe; had a tree,
From it grew an apple bright,
Red, as blood,
And as beautiful as sunrise.
My foe’s tree was big,
My foe’s tree was tall,
I liked it until I ate the apple,
Which brought me to the floor.
By Rose & Sean 😀
Hatred fills me against my foe,
fury fills me from my toe;
My wrath is just beginning,
It’s making my head rumble, whilst spinning.
I wanted my enemy to feel my anger,
And I will produce an absolute banger;
I wanted my revenge,
So he would not avenge;
I peered over in his garden,
And he returned with “pardon”;
I jumped over the gate,
He stared at me like bait;
There before the sun shine,
I knew this apple was mine:
My fists grabbed for the apple,
Not knowing it would kill me;
I lie there dead,
With the poison in my head!
I was once a man’s foe
I had tormented him, day and night
His wrath grew and grew
Till a mighty tree was there
Towering over me, majestically.
An apple appeared, through its branches
An apple of poison.
But I didn’t know that back then,
When greed ran through my veins
I swiftly pulled the poisoned fruit
Right from the branches,
Ate a massive bite of it,
And ‘thunk’ I fell dead.
His friend was angry at him,
He told his wrath no , and it ended up in the bin
My friend was angry at me,
He told his wrath not , but I could see
He waterd it in tears,
Night and morning with his fears
He sunned it with his joy,
Like he was playing with all his toys,
He grew it day and day,
Until an apple once layed,
It was as red as blood,
And I ate it with my love,
And into his garden stole,
When the night had veils throughout the pole;
And was he glad to see me there
With my heart and soul so rare
By Lara & Nimo
I was angry with my foe.
I told my angry wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my friend.
I didn’t tell the wrath, so it started to grow.
I started to cry and I watered my tree.
And I smiled that made my tree shine.
And with deceitful wiles.
Night and day it grew
Until it grew a amazing apple
And my foe beheld it shine
He knew it wasn’t him
And into my garden fence
When the night pole
My friend out sketched the tree
I was angry with my friend
our friendship was nearly over,
Then I was angry with my foe
Then my wrath didn’t grow
Then I watered it with fears
And it grew as much as my tears
Every night and day it grew and grew
More and more it did not stop
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
Ria and Safa
I was angry with my foe
I made his wrath grow
He cried as I laughed
As he lied next to his plant
I took advantage of him
As his tears tried to fade away
The tree grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright
As I climbed over the garden fence
I saw an apple over there shining brightly
I took my chance and jumped so high
I cached it in my giant fist
As I laughed and danced around and ate it.
By koshin an Leila
It was a dark night without a fright
In a hut with a cut
each day it got wider
With a spider.
THE MYSRERIOUS CURSE !!
It was a Friday evening ,
My week being long and tiring ;
My friend started a fight ,
It was such a frightening sight .
Every day it rained,
Like a thunderstorm in pain;
Every day it got worse…
It was like a mysterious curse!
By Mae and Juliana
NIGHT PUDDLE.
Each day it rained and I never complained
I was attacked with a bat
By a guy in hat
I was fearless
He was tearless
Blood gushing
Sweat rushing
Brain dizzy
Eye fuzzy
It always got wore like a blood thirsty curse
Cars passed by as I began to cry
Pouring down my face my hair dye
My hearts still broken from that night
But trust me I put up a fight
I have a fear
That I feel is coming near,
My tears are falling
And I can hear calling,
Cars are passing by everybody lied.
I am at the top
Help me before I drop,
I am crying
Soon I’ll be dying,
My friend put me here
It seems all clear,
The world didn’t want me here
Now all I do is shed tears.
it was a Monday morning without a warning the sun did not shine. It was painful and meanful but I stood my ground. I told him it wasn’t right know he is going to pay for it every night. I saw a apple my final choice as I lay there crying yes it was fighting the lightning cracking the sky
#Goodbye
I took an apple from his tree
Now his hatred was clear to see
He saw nothing looking at me
I would haunt him
I would find him
He is going to pay for it every night
But I wouldn’t be seen in plain sight
Somebody who was my friend
Let me meet a terrible end
Now I lay here on my own
And I start to see my bones
Now I watch the horses go by
And ask my myself why, why
My eyes begin to shut
My lifeline begins to cut
I feel no remorse
For what I have done
But I learnt a valuable lesson
Bad things come from an unlikely source
Why me?
I am now writing these words from the engravings on my stone. As the muscles in my body feel like shaking bones.
My friend is awfully unfair, He tricked me into falling down the stairs. His new friend smiles He now lives with him in the isles.
My friend calls me now his foe, now I cry from my head to my toes. Next time I’ll promise. Promise I won’t let you go.
Hi Dyani,
Using rhyme in poetry is difficult but you’ve certainly succeeded here.
They want a song about foreign trips, but how about these staffs here takes the mick, for example the food is a joke if you eat it you’re just going to choke.
I’m just saying this hotel is bad yeah, everyone here would say “shut this place down yeah.”
Never in my life been to a hotel that’s a dive guess they all don’t see issue’s with health and safety.
It was a Friday evening I was walking home I saw my friend and I hit him on his funny bone, he told me it wasn’t right but all I wanted to do was fight.
I felt like crying but I did it all inside because people will make fun of the tears coming out my eyes, I wish I was never born why? Because I didn’t want to make anybody sad and cry .
Tomorrow is another day and I’ll change my ways and I wont beat up people I will treat people with respect and everyday I will send them a photo or a text.
It was a Friday night with a fright.
Cold ice touched my spine.
I hit you first with a curse
Now u pay
Because your break my heart everyday
You’re still not nice your rude.
You must lay as you pay.
Next morning awoke
With a joke
There my friend still lays
I wander if he’s going to stay or just rot away
Under what we call a drop lipped apple tree
Going into the mansions chapel
Even if he decides to stay he will still rot away
Because he still hasn’t payed for what he did everyday
I ask him everyday where the money lays
No reply in sight but just a little cry
His heart still bumps out without a doubt
Though I say “hey” he still won’t go away
Now I feel really bad
Its been a while since I’ve seen him smile
I pray everyday his sprit will go away
I looked out my window today to see no boy in sight
But I know its not right
I realised I was wrong he’s sprit has awoke into my home
All I see is eyes
waiting for my surprise
on the edge on of my grave
with a hole on a cave
I fell in a hole
night and morning till dawn
pressure in my legs
with a shiver in my hart
waking in the morning
though I can’t see my hands
shaking in fear
my heart like a drum
THE poisoned poem!!!
I can’t wait to taste the Jussy apple on the edges of my drop lip chapel.
I ran in fear as I can’t see my tears running down my cheeks with
a revengeful smiles.
Even if he paid for what he did my anger will still stay my heart still not.
The opposite day
It was a Monday morning and
people were boring everyone
snorted a breeze.
I was sleeping my friend was
playing my teeth was yellow
as cheese.
My friends were clocking and I
was snoring and it was a catastrophe.
I was angry with my foe
and I knew I had to go
to that tree so full of venom
As sour as a bitter lemon
I shot a word full of rage
and leaped up high from a cage
I almost pulled the apple from this vicious tree
but when I stretched to get the branches screamed at me
Help me if you can
how can your anger be banned?
Is it Irritation?
I need an explanation
I cast a spell upon him to make think
he gave me an answer in a blink
Jealousy is the poison core
I gave him love and it was no more
Hi suhayla good poem
Hello Suhayla
What made you think about this poem and who do you think the poet got his idea from?
I saw my “FRIEND” walking close to me
I didn’t know why but he seemed angry
He looks at me with a mad face
Then turns around in a weird way
I feel angry at his wrath and I want to seek revenge
It becomes night as I stole into his garden
And see a tree with a apple
I go next to the tree and grab the apple
I bite the apple and see it’s great
It’s bright and red and beautiful…
But all of a sudden it tasted so bitter…
I look at the apple and see a black hole
As a develish face appears and smiles
This develish creature was the last thing I saw
As my vision turns black, and my throat burns
I fall to the floor and it’s my last feeling
I fade to black
And never start healing…
There’s only 1 week left! I’ve had sooo much fun and I wish this could go on forever. It has really made me enjoy poetry than ever before and has made me really think about the poems and has inspired me to do more.
Hi Yusra,
I’m ever so pleased. Now you enjoy poetry, you can find more poems you like.
Perhaps when you finish your SATS I can send your class some more lessons.
This is an acrostic poem I wrote about a river:
Roaring at you with all its might,
If you’re out sailing on a stormy night,
Various sized waves drenching the coastline,
Emerald water making your eyes shine,
Roaring river running towards the bridge to rest.
Our poem from the point of view of the Foe
I was happy playing; until is saw my foe,
I saw his anger starting to grow.
I told my stupidity, “No, no, no”;
But my idiocy manipulated me like a puppet show.
I saw him encouraging his anger to rise,
I spotted the evil in his eyes.
I wanted him to advise;
His wrath to eventually die.
But it still grew day by day and night by night,
Until one day, an apple appeared
Hidden beneath the enormous tree’s leaves;
I thought, to take a bite; but later received a certain fright.
Unfortunately, the apple deceived me,
And I fell to the ground
To feel my life leave me,
I snarled to my idiocy “I told you so,”
HI Nya Tyrese and Yasar,
I think one of the hardest things to do in poetry it to add rhyme but maintain the meaning you want to convey.
You’ve managed it here and I like your use of repetition too.
Hi Michael Walsh
Hi Damian,
Hope you’re well.
The narrators diary entry for that day:
Dear diary,
I can’t believe I’ve had to resort to this. I just can’t. My foe has taken this too far. My wrath will grow; it’s already started. This gift shall end my foe once and for all. I have water’d my wrath in tears, night and day, without fear, until it bore an apple bright. My foe, of course, knew it was mine. This angered him more and more. This morning, I did it. I did what I needed to do, and I am now staring at my foe, proudly outstretched below the apple tree. This is over.
Hi everyone
This poem is so good and I am very excited for next week’s poem
I was mad with my friend:
Then my anger did end
But my friends anger did not
He yelled and yelled
Until he started to swell
Soon he started to cry
So I said bye bye
His anger grew during the day and night
Then a shiny apple caught my sight
I tried to grab it
I knew it was mine
One sharp bite was enough
The sour poison made me feel so rough
This was hatred in a red shiny coat.
I was enraged with my foe
He didn’t tell his wrath to stop
I was lost of action
So I left myself thinking
I saw a glimpse of an apple
Poisened by my foe
I considered about my adversary
Is it really worth it ?
I tried to think of a plan
Which would help me understand
Why he acted so mad
It suddenly came to me I caused the problem ;me!
In the morining I see
My antagonist looking down at me
I was laying under his anger tree
I saw the apple was about to drop
I heard a baffiling shake in the ground
It was my foe stamping up and down
I caught the apple at last
Me and my new mate had a blast!
The poise tree
Foes point of view
I have an enemy he hates me. He keeps all of his anger inside and I wish he’d tell me why . So I was going over to his house to talk to him . I saw a beautiful red apple so I couldn’t help but have a bite , so I took a bite but what I didn’t know was that it was poison
Heidi
Poem from foes perspective.
I watch his wrath grow from my window,
And under my floorboards.
I wonder why he hates me?
Why he calls me his foe,
I may never know.
My poem influenced by ‘TheTyger’ is:
Lion Lion,killing hunters,
In the desert when morning strikes.
Who else would do a thing,
Is it because there can only be one king of Lions?
Where is your pray,at night?
Do you hunt with might?
Or,do you hunt with fright?
Do you want to eat or sleep?
Ah I see. I thought these were influenced by Tyger.
I love poetry sooo much and one day I will be a famous poet like Willam Blake.
Hi everyone this is my poem called
The dolphin
Dolphin dolphin
Splashes around
In the clear blue sea
Where it stands it’s grounds
Protecting his pod from the vicious sharks
But once they swam away
One sadly pasts
Why did they do this?
Peacock peacock
All blue and white
To fragile to kill or fight
What animal could even resist
To go to this Peacock and give it a kiss.
Far in the jungle,where this Peacock lives,
A snake comes trying to find it with a warning of a hiss.
who could be more majestic than I?
In what way am I a normal animal roaming the beautiful jungles?
Peacock Peacock,
How beautiful am I walking through the jungle elegantly?
Hi guys I hope you enjoy my poem called
Horse
Horse horse
You run so fast
You have been a good horse for last
Your hair matches the night
You can fight
You have powers
Horse horse
You run so fast
You have been a good horse for last
Your a good love
You smile every where you move
You are there for me
If you were alive we are together
By Ambar
Hi Ambar,
I’m very much enjoying the animal poems Pakeman are sharing with us.
Excellent use of repetition and you convey the power of the horse.
Crocodile,crocodile dangerous and green
If you are going to hunt the crocodile it won’t be on the sea
It does the randomise then eat an animal
Then shows off acting it is cool
It is always thinking that it should make a creature die
Then the parents are going to be sad then cry
Please please can someone stop this
Before it will devour humans and animals to tiny bits
I think the poison Tree is about a man who has a foe and try’s to battles his anger and when he crys he makes a apple tree and one day the foe comes into the garden and dies. I think the point of the poem is to tell someone you trust how you feel if you are angry or upset.
Crocodile,crocodile dangerous and green
If you are going to hunt the crocodile it won’t be on the sea
It does a randomise then eats a random animal
Then show off acting it is cool
It is always thinking it should make a creature die
Then their parents will be sad then cry
Please please can someone stop this
Before it will devour animals and humans to tiny bits
Monkey, Monkey climbing high, brown furred and yellow eyes;
It’s heart beats to a rhythm the rhythm of life , who created this creature ?
They stay high in the sky , but why can they fly ?
There are hunters, hunting why ?
Do they kill or do they die?
Amber your poem is really good and I like the piece when you said ‘horse horse You run so fast ‘. Well done .
Ellie your poem is really good and it shows that you have a love for dolphins . I love the piece when you wrote , ‘Protecting its pod from vicious sharks ‘ it’s like one big family . Well done.