Week 3: A Poison Tree

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We hope you enjoy the third poem by William Blake. Please share your thoughts with us below.

11 thoughts on “Week 3: A Poison Tree

  1. That Apple is Mine
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    Steal it or eat it,
    that apple is mine.
    From your anger, I will dine
    On this apple fine.
    Under this tree now I sit….

    Soaked with my wrath
    Bitter and sour,
    My heart has burned for an hour.
    Fire eating a wooden tower.
    And here I end a wraith.

    1. Thank you Thomas. This is fantastic and like the way you’ve used the events of the poem but captured a different tone.

  2. my foes anger blossomed and bore
    an apple that my heart longed for
    so I snook in when the pole showed not
    and ate my fill only to stop
    for a pain was in my side
    and then I fell and then I died

  3. My Apple

    You can eat it,
    You can steal it.
    But you cannot have what is mine.
    You take it,
    But it will never truly belong to you.
    You eat it,
    But it will never truly belong to you.
    The apple on the divine tree,
    Is mine,
    Forevermore…

    And I sit here,
    Plotting my journey.
    I am coming to claim back my apple.
    And I sit here,
    Plotting my day.
    I am coming to claim back my apple.

    Now I lie,
    My arms strewn across my body,
    Under the tree of my apple.
    And you come out of your place,
    Just to see the pain on my face.
    I look up,
    Only to see your triumphant face,
    But you have not won.
    My apple will never truly belong to you.

  4. I fell out with Blake
    every day he seems to hate me more
    same as me

    I will eat his apple
    It looks juicy
    It is delicious…

    He tricked me
    a liar
    This will be my resting place
    Because of him

  5. The Anger Tree

    By Frankie Grant

    We were friends from the beginning,
    I thought it would never end,

    But that changed,
    When his behaviour changed,

    Sarcastic smiles,
    Dishonest voice,

    Feeding his rage,
    Bit by Bit,

    Getting taller inside,
    What will come out?

    A stupid mistake i made,
    Eating the Anger Apple,
    Under the Anger tree.

  6. I take what I can,
    I took my fears,
    I ignored them,
    I let my anger pass.

    Using that anger I stole my enemies,
    Kept my ‘friends.’
    I showed my anger,
    Showing that wrath.

    I used my happiness to anger my strength
    And my body but not my mind.
    I shoved my hope behind a door,
    Threw away the key.

    I took an apple from my enemy,
    New it was their’s
    Ate the apple and fell to the floor.
    I wish I kept my hope.

  7. Lost friend

    My friend was angry with me
    under our favourite apple tree.

    My friend face was red
    like an apple I just ate.

    The perfect day was gone
    I was left alone,
    with bad feelings has grown.

    The autumn just come,
    just like a good time to settle down,
    but without my friend,
    everything comes to an end.

  8. Apple of Doom

    The apple of doom came too soon.
    The apple crackled in my throat
    and gave it a coat of poison.

    Then the ghostly devil came to
    attend to my sad sad end.
    The power of the apple burned
    in my throat for the past half an hour.
    In my mind I saw to find my foe, drawn
    from head to toe. My heart turned bitter
    and sour as I stopped my trembling
    cower.

    Until
    my heart started to beat at a
    slow and deadly tone,
    my anger and hate was
    no more shown as I began
    admitting defeat.

    The apple grew more
    violent as I went silent.
    The poison went through
    my spine and into my skull
    as my tongue came out to
    lull, I fell still at my fate.

  9. Apple of Doom

    The apple of doom came too soon.
    The apple crackled in my throat
    and gave it a coat of poison.

    Then the ghostly devil came to
    attend to my sad sad end.
    The power of the apple burned
    in my throat for the past half an hour.
    In my mind I saw to find my foe, drawn
    from head to toe. My heart turned bitter
    and sour as I stopped my trembling
    cower.

    Until
    my heart started to beat at a
    slow and deadly tone,
    my anger and hate was
    no more shown as I began
    admitting defeat.

    The apple grew more
    violent as I went silent.
    The poison went through
    my spine and into my skull
    as my tongue came out to
    lull, I fell still at my fate.

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