Dear all,
Thank you for sharing your thoughts and poems with us. I’ve really enjoyed them.
This week you’re studying a famous English poet: William Blake. We look forward to reading your thoughts and poems inspired by his work here.
Dear all,
Thank you for sharing your thoughts and poems with us. I’ve really enjoyed them.
This week you’re studying a famous English poet: William Blake. We look forward to reading your thoughts and poems inspired by his work here.
A Poison Tree
He was angry with his friend;
He told his wrath, his wrath did end.
He was angry with I
He told it not, his wrath did grow.
And he watered it in deceit,
night and day with his rage:
And I sunned it with loneness,
I got angry at my friend and my foe
but after we spoke about it.
But my foe got angry at me.
After, my foe’s anger grew even more that he watered it with fears and with tears.
Then after there was this apple tree
so I waited until it was dark
so after it was dark I went over my foe’s fence and then i sat down at the apple tree and waited until the apple falls
eventually it fell so I picked it up and took a big bite of it
then my eyes went dark and my brain went dizzy
then I fainted straight away when i took that big bite.
nice sidar good work
The boy got angry with his enemy and he will talk
The boy’s anger grew and watered a tree with his tears
It grew and grew and an apple popped up
All the anger went to the apple making it poison
The enemy bit the apple and….
He was angry with his friend; he told it his wrath . His wrath did end and he was angry with me.He told it not his wrath did grow .
And he watered it with jealousy night and morning with his pain and he sunned it with his rage and with his uncontrollable wrath.
And it grew every single day bigger and bigger till it bore a red bloody apple and I
gazed at the shiny apple I couldn’t take my tempted eyes of it .
In the dark misty night i cautiously walked over to his garden and there was the beautiful tree I quickly climbed up to to the tree and i grabbed the biggest apple there was . I bit into the great apple with greatness … CRASH! I dropped dead onto the ground slowly dying seconds away from my death i realized it was his apple tree.
The Poison Tree
He was angry with his friend;
he told his wrath his wrath did end.
He was angry with me,
He told it not his wrath did grow.
And he watered it in jealousy,
Night and day with his rage;
And sunned it with his smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And I saw it shimmer,
And I knew that it was mine.
And into his garden I crawled,
When day had turned to night,
I chewed the apple, bitter it was,
And lay outstretched beneath the tree.
A poison tree
he was angry with his friend but they made amends however I was the next victim
and I was curious so i kept making him mad eventually I could see the hatred growing inside him he tried to calm him self down with fears what a fool he could not see he was only spilling water on it so one day I walked past his house and surprisingly something caught my eye an apple tree i thought well its a tree right what caught my surprise well *i hope he is happy*
A Poison Tree
He was angry with his friend;
He told his wrath, his wrath did end.
He was angry with I
He told it not, his wrath did grow.
And he watered it in deceit,
night and day with his rage:
And I sunned it with loneliness,
And with soft deceitful jealously
And it grew both day and night
till it grew an apple bright.
And I saw it gleam
therefore i knew it was mine.
poison tree,
He was angry with his friends ; He told his wrath ,his wrath did end ,
He was angry with me he told it not ,his wrath did grow,
He watered it with jealousy,night and day,with hatred ,
And he sunned it with his grin and his shady wrath,
And it developed day and night ,
Till it increased into a plum , and I saw it glisten in the sunlight,
And knew it was mine ,
And into his garden I climbed I took one big bight,
And my legs got weak and shaken ,
when suddenly I felt myself letting go ,
And fell to my death with a great big THUD.
He was angry with his friend ; he told his wrath ,his wrath did end.
He was angry with I he told not, his wrath did grow.
And he watered it with hatred,
night and day with his jealousy: and he sunned it with a evil smirk, and deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night
till is bore an ape bright.
And I saw it glistening and I knew
that it was mine
Into his garden I climb when night fell
all I could see was the polished apple
As I bit into the bitter apple
I closed my eyes and never opened them.
The Poison Tree
He was angry with his friend
He told his wrath,his wrath did end
He was angry with me
He told it not,his wrath did grow
And he watered it in hatred
Night and morning with his rage
and he sunned with his evil smirk,
And with his uncontrolible wrath.
And it grew both day and night.
Till it grew an apple bright.
And saw it shine
As I knew it was mine.
And into his garden I stole,
When the day has turned tonight,
I bit a apple, bitter sweet,
and layed outstretched beneath the tree.
The poison tree
My foe was angry with me but he didn’t tell me, every time he passed me time he passed
me he, would either say “Hi” or smile at me. It made me suspicious of him so i waited until
dark, because I saw an apple as shiny as treasure I got, the apple and took a bite out of it
and I got knocked out it was all dark…
I did something wrong and I did not realise he would get angry about it.
I kept on saying it for the past few weeks,and the friend did not seem the same.
He always sat next to me and smiled.
I love seeing the smile on his loving face,it just looks so innocent.
His anger grew further and further so one day i saw this glorious,beautiful and golden apple!
I picked it up and took a big bite and a gulp at the end.
It tasted great but I STARTED FEELING DIZZY…..
He was angry with his friend ;
He told his wrath ,his wrath did end
He was angry with me
He told it not , his wrath did grow
And he watered it in hatred .
Night and Morning with his rage
And he sunned it with his uncontrollable wrath.
And it increased both night and day.
Till it grew a pure red apple.
And i saw it shine .
And I knew it was mine.
And into his garden I stole,
When the night had veiled the pole ;
In the morning had one last glace of the apple ,I had bit.
I layed outstretched on the grass of his garden
the poison tree!…
He was angry with his friend;
He told his wrath, his wrath did end.
He was angry with I.
He told it not , his wrath did grow
And he watered it in jealousy ,
night and day with his blood:
sunned he sunned it with his fear,
My friend and I got in trouble,his wraith grow’s little bit.
My foe and I got in trouble, his wraith grows faster.
day and night,it got worse
My garden was quiet until I came out and saw an apple…
I took a bite and I was gone,full of darkness…
I like your ending Alex. The last word darkness works well to end the poem.
Thank you Micheal
He was angry with his friend,
He told his wrath his wrath, his wrath did not end,
He was furious with me,
He told it not, his wrath did grow,
He watered it in hatred,
Night and morning with his rage,
He sunned it with unstoppable wrath
and with uncontrollable wiles,
and it amazingly grew through 24 hours,
till it bore an apple bright,
I saw it in the sunshine,
I knew it was not mine,
I sneaked into the garden, stole
when the night had veiled the pole,
In the morning unexpectedly
I bit the apple, bittersweet
and lay outstretched beneath the tree.
”THE POISON TREE!”
He was angry with his friend;
He told his wrath; his wrath did end.
He was angry with me
He told it not,his wrath did grow
And he diluted it in worry,
Night and day with fury.
And he sunned it with laughter
With his violent,deceitful wiles.
And it grew back day and night
Till it grew an apple bright
And I saw it glow
And I knew that it was mine.
And into his garden I clambered
when the darkness fell
in the morning glad I see
I was linging out stretchered beneath the tree
Hi Hafsa,
How do you think changing the poem from I to he changes the poem?
It makes the reader have sympathy.
He was angry with is friend ; He told his wrath ,his wrath did end,
He was angry with me
He told it not,his wrath did grow.
He watered it with his red pure blood , and sunned it with his uncontrollable wrath.
And it sprang out both day and dark,And i knew it chose me i went in my foes garden.And there i saw a shiny apple .i went towards it and took a bite.There i saw my life flash before my eyes.
He was angry with his friend;
He told his wrath, his wrath did end.
He was angry with me
He told it not, his wrath did grow.
And he watered it in jealousy,
Night and day with his rage:
And he sunned it with his smirk,
And with uncontrollable wrath.
And it grew both day and night.
Until it grew a sparkly bright apple.
And I sore it shine
And I know it belonged to me.
And into his garden I climbed,
The sparkly light turned into
dark shadowy night,
I tasted the apple as red as blood,
bittersweet, it wasn’t as sweet as I
expected. And suddenly, I outreached
beneath the tree.
The poison tree
I got angry with my friend,
I never what to see him again.
He got angry at me .
He watered his fears,
he had lots of tears.
He grew an apple.
I had a bit.
Arrhhhh…
Thank you Abdrisaq.The sudden ending made me smile.
he was angry with his friend ; He told his wrath, his wrath did end.He was angry with me.He told it not,his wrath did grow .and he watered it in deceit, Night and morning with his nightmares;And he shined it with his smirk, and his strong deceitful wrath. And it grew day and night. Till it grew an red shiny juicy apple, And i beheld it glow ,And I knew that it was mine. And into his garden I stole, when the dark night shined. I bit the apple ,sweet and juicy , and layed outstreched beneath the tree.
One time my foe got really furious at me then he spoke about it with his friend curious
and gave me a fake smile . I saw him growing his anger with tears . I knew he was crying
night and day , then i saw a delicious bright apple hanging from a tree i thought i was going to get in the garden and climbed ( then i did) i got to ate it when i got a little
sickness and i felt down…..
I saw a boy feeling very sad.
He talk to his friend which made me very mad.
The sadness ended…
And all the thing was mend.
I don’t know what he was furious at??
But then i know what he is curious at.
I’ve been terrified to him.
So then he feels petrified about me.
He started to watered his plant with his tears.
and then it grew with fears.
Until it started to turn to an apple.
i thought as it is very delicious.
Which make me really ferocious to taste it.
But then the world end.
and nothing can mend it anymore….
From Anna.
One day I made a boy furious which made me curious. The boys anger grew sadly . And his sad face face was watered by unhappiness tears. Anger grew into an poison. Apple foe wanted the apple. The boys anger was made by an poison apple. The sad face of the boy was furious. Which kept on moving. I ate the apple which made my anger even more furious.
The strength out of anger
The boy, who was growing fears , looked at me furious i was curious I looked at a strange shiny juicy apple. the boy’s tears was growing as he was angry. I ate the apple the boys anger flew into the apple it stretched out like the strength was gone forever.
hi I love your poem because it is really interesting because I like the little boy poem it feels so sad and the old man and it is really readable
I’m really pleased you enjoyed Leon.
A poison tree
Iwas annoiying him
his wrath did grow
he did not tell me
so I did not know
He did not like me
he was my enemy
he was angry
he looked lonely
Our friendship did end
but I stole in his garden
I see something red
and I took a bite
Then all I knew
is that everything was blury
then i was knocked out straight
and I could not wake up…
Hi Jayden,
Thank you for your poem. I like the way you’ve used details form the original poem and made it your own.