Plum Tree (Made August 28th, 2025)

[Magpie]

Hi welcome to the site and thanks for the critiques that you've left on others poems. 
You've got a really interesting image driven poem about nostalgia here as a "reluctant" and "inevitable" force. Moving between two timelines you use colours well to symbolise different aspects, "soft pink" and "baby blue" to represent innocence, "greyscale" for emptiness. Some good images and lines, particularly, " I let it burn the script of my memories onto my body". 
I think you show a lot and then try to explain it too much sometimes. It's good to let your reader do some work. 
Firstly I've changed the alignment to the left. Centre alignment is much harder to read and only really used when writing a concrete poem in the shape of a plum tree perhaps.
Anyway...
I'll leave a couple of notes 

( PLEASE READ FIRST: This is one of my first poems ever, I had someone studying poetry to look over it - however I would like some more insight, MAYBE into what type of poetry I am into, because I am unsure! Nice to meet you guys! I GOTTA WARN YOU ITS LONG ) 

Plum Tree

Plum Tree - possibly consider a different title apart from the fact that it's mentioned in the poem, or even it's once existence, it seems to be misleading as it's not really about the plum tree 

August 31st, 2025 (8:51pm)   - the poem would benefit from punctuation and better line breaks. Also there is a lot that could be cut, for instance below speaking about a younger sister and "soft pink tones" along with "baby blue" is also implying, " innocence that liberates the worries of reality", let the reader get to it.

nostalgia is reluctant, it’s inevitable

the waking sunlight peeking through the curtains

I can hear the faint laughter of my younger sister, innocence that liberates the worries of reality - soft pink tones of girlhood

baby blue buttoned skies as she plays in the playground, only five

Consider experimenting with line breaks and leaving out what could be thought of as redundant. I've changed the stanza above by adding breaks and cutting a bit but it's still all yours. The punctuation also helps for clarity sometimes, although it's not always necessary and a lot of good poems are written without it.

Nostalgia is reluctant, it’s inevitable.

The waking sunlight 
peeks through the curtains.
I can hear the faint laughter 
of my younger sister,
as she plays, at the age of five.

Soft pink tones of girlhood
baby blue buttoned skies.

Try this throughout and find what you think works best.

I lie, grounded in the thoughts of my existence

a hot yellow flame hits the ring of my iris,

and what surrounds me are the paint strokes of emerald green, amongst are flowers - purple ones

sunlight burning the subtle tone of my skin

I let it burn the script of my memories onto my body

Do I run?

go! , go!

seek the shelter you so wish for,

hide from the orbit of time

choose to face forever, no mellowing

age can do nothing but bear you pain, right?

if you wish, hold onto what is left of your falsified, broken “happiness”. - I feel like a lot of this stanza could be assumed from the rest of the poem. Consider what you think is essential.

Hang onto the teared rope of the past - 'torn rope' - nice imagery 

As crimson blossoms from the palms of your hands.

Threads of emotion and art become twisted

The words of authors, poets, songwriters, artists.. cloud the purity of my actions.

I sink, slowly into the grass.. consuming me in its leaves.

be gone, the greyscale colours of emptiness!

Can you dig out what heart I have left shovelled in my soul?

Plant it,

to replace what was once a plum tree?

What was once before, bearing the fruits of my memories

I can only grasp onto its fruit for so long, time is but a mere rot

Yet here I am,

on the grass turned forest green I lie,

My sister fifteen, runs along the grey concrete - shed of her innocence

I can’t feel that waking beam of light hugging my essence,

I must accept that it can’t run back to me.

Nostalgia is merely setting me back  - how to say these two lines without saying them. Does the poem say it for you?

But I can’t be rid of it

Don't know what happened with the formatting, all the gaps have went 


Don't want to say too much when we're in 'basic critique' so I'll leave it there. Others may come along and comment on a different aspect.

Overall I like it, I like the images and use of colours and the metaphor is good. Just needs a bit of trimming .

Thanks for sharing.