Young Writers Society

Bare trees, with their razor sharp limbs,
stretching towards the Heavens and crowding
the skyline, which they break unnervingly.
As the leaves flutter the distance to the ground.
Broken and crunched, greeness draining,
from their sun-shone veins that spiderweb
across the surface, seeming to pulse
before they disappear, taken by
the autumn colors that flood this forest.
Vines twist and writhe their way
up the trunk, wrapping themselves around
the base, embedding themselves in the bark
like permanent tattoos on these landmarks.
Branches tap against the clouds, rapping
on your window at night. Bringing with
them the smell of fall, the shuddering spine
of September's chill, stalking up your skin
and leaving a sweater of goosebumps in its wake.
And as you read this Autumn Poem, the
Autumn's swept away; replaced with
the supreme freezing of the winter season,
its skin of frost encasing everything
as Autumn Leaves again.

This is a very fitting poem for the season and I could just see a cold, crisp park in the late afternoon sun I really want to see you continue on descriptive poetry and if you ever need an idea just come to me. I'm overflowing with ideas but,sadly, I don't have enough points to complete all of them!


Keep Writing! ~ Neonwriter <3

I dont have time right now to do a long review but there are a few things. I love it!!!!!! I love the language and the structure. Because you haven't put it into stanzas, the lines spill over onto the next line which creates a jarring sensation while reading. Some people may say put it into stanzas because it will flow better but you should leave it as it is. Fantastic work! Keep Writing!
Pollarbear out...