civilized savage

Good afternoon,
This was a really great poem! I enjoyed it a lot, and it was very well written. I have to admit, I wasn't sure what this was about until I read savvy's review, then I understood. So aside from my confusion, this was beautiful. Really great imagery, too!
Just a few things you need to correct.
You need to be careful of your capitalization. Make sure to capitalize the beginning of each line!
Overall, this was a great poem. You make your words flow nicely! Keep up the good work!
Your reviewer,
Aqua

Hey again Col!

Okay, so this was pretty fricken amazing.

I didn't find any grammar mistakes or any nitpicks at all.

So, what I interpreted this poem to be: At first I believed that you personified the tree as a girl, making her seem both beautiful ("cheeks pink like petals") and from her frown, possibly pretentious; kind of naively aware of her beauty, seeing that she left at the end, preserving her honor, but also thieving the light. And then you describe the other personified object, possibly the protagonist? Which is (at first thought) a puddle, or some other abiotic factor.

But enough with first thoughts. When I reread your descriptions—

"like a dog, drinking bitter tea

brown, wretched smell drips from his lips

sludge on his tongue

a dead odor wafts up from broken leaves

where he buried his heart."

—Oh my gosh I had finally understood. And that's what I love about poems, that moment when it comes up and smacks you in the face. The "woman" figure was summer; the "man" figure was autumn and winter, and he was slowly whisking her away. He watches her for the August and September months, and he admires her beauty. He learns to appreciate her beauty so much so as he waits that he wishes he could have her; but he knows inside that when he comes, she will have to go. She is a thief, and she is audacious, disdainful, and pompous, but he comes to love her in a way that he can not. She is haughty and unaware of his very presence, and his ugliness hurts him because he does not know what inner beauty looks like; Summer's physical beauty has taught him bad habits, perhaps.

He buries his heart because he knows she is not available; he promises to himself that he is not able to love another soul due to his ultimate infatuation with the "woman". At the end, when he comes, she leaves, taking all for herself, stealing the light (the sun). He loves her anyway and waits until the day that she returns.

Wow. This was crazy good. I've never read a poem like this, where the story is layed out in such a symbolic fashion where the antagonist is introduced before the protagonist. I especially enjoyed the dog synonym; he follows her around like a puppy and drinks her taunting like a bitter tea, digging for his heart, and wanting her back. The feeling of reoccurring helplessness in this poem is unreal; it makes me want to cry. That's a good thing! Haha. ;D

Hopefully I didn't entirely interpret this the wrong way. Write more poetry, Collin! You're good at it!

Haha, yours,

Sav

Okay, please don't be offended by my opinion. It's just an opinion and you entitled to do whatever you want with your work.
First, don't forget to capitalize the beginning of each line, even if it's not the start of a sentence.
This poem is very good for a first timer! I find you are kind of like me: writing deep but unintelligible works. That's not a bad thing. Keep doing it! It gives the readers the freedom of their individual opinions on what the poem is about. Let's keep society's brain active, shall we?