Walking down the deserted path,
looking around and seeing all the colors.
The bright colors,
the oranges,
the reds,
the yellows.
Never ending all around me.
Overwhelming me.
Autumn memories.
Taking me to a new place,
where everything is perfect.
hear the wind whooshing through the trees.
The smell of leaves burning surrounds me.
Autumn memories.
A perfect life for a moment.
Nothing to be in the way,
nothing to stop me,
and nothing to hold me back,
from the life I always dreamed of.
But this path is leading me home,
to the place I know,
back to family,
back to friends,
back to reality.
I have this memory,
of this bright fall day.
Where nothing could prevent me from dreaming.
Autumn memories.
This is a really good poem and it's really cool how you talked about it being a a path and all the description is really good.
ReplyDeleteThis is such an enjoyable poem. Your use of spacing, break in lines, and meter are really improving. The memory itself is so peaceful so joyful, and the text fits that mood. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed reading this piece. I like the way you posted a picture with it; it fits perfectly and gave me a visual to go the poem. Also, the way you use a repetitive pattern with you words sounds great. Keep it up!
ReplyDeleteThis poem is awesome! Your descriptions really gave me a vivid image! Great Job!
ReplyDeleteI love this poem. It has a ver warm, friendly nature to it. I love your use of repitition. It is very clever how you repeated colors too. I love this poem the way it is, and if I were you, I would start to write one about winter.
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