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
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.
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.
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.
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.
Thank you Thomas. This is fantastic and like the way you’ve used the events of the poem but captured a different tone.
here i sit lonley. no one can see me. but i want to b seen . i should of never eaten that apple
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.