Young Writers Society

Hello again Rebel! I know this is a slightly older piece, but I was checking out some of your work and this caught my eye!

Your use of enjambments is nice, and I'm impressed that you managed to do so without causing any disruptions to your rhyme scheme.
The very first stanza paves the way to some lovely imagery. Autumn is not really an impactful season where I lived but this poem certainly allows me to envision what it must be like

A sapling grows and on which
Butterflies rest in dark;
As the cold winds give a twitch.

This was a very nice and lovely poem about autumn.The part where you mentioned that you were inspired to write this poem just by looking out the the train window at a falling autumn leaf brings a nice touch to the poem and it also breaks the fourth wall,which is something I find to be fun.Great job on the poem and I hope you have a lovely day/night!

Hey there! Plume here, with a review!

I really enjoyed this poem!! You did a really nice job of encapsulating the feeling of fall slowly turning to winter. You had both that coziness associated with the season along with the slightly spooky feeling of it too, and it was really beautifully crafted! Nice work!!

I loved all the fall related imagery you were able to fit into this! The first stanza of course captured the quintessential fall leaves image, but I liked how in other stanzas you branched into some other areas of autumn. That image of rebirth in the second stanza was an interesting choice; I feel like new growth (what with the sapling and the butterfly) are normally symbols of spring. The cold wind however was a lovely touch. That last stanza was very dark academia in a way; I loved the simplicity of the ending. All in all, I think this poem was very satisfying!

Specifics

The last full-moon of Fall, I see,
Through the timbre window in the west,
'Cross the roads, shadows of tall trees
Standing still, creeps a chill to the chest.

And on the road, dogs roar and bark;
The streetlights have long faded the stars;
Broke the silence, a sound so stark,
When it's gone, my hand started to stir.

I loved the rhyming so so much! It's something I personally struggle with and it's so refreshing to see it used so stunningly! Besides that, I think you've done a great job capturing not just the beauty of autumn but the feelings it induces through the beautiful imagery. And your word choice is really lovely - a wonderfully penned poem!
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