Reverie

by whatevr

Published December 16, 2010

Feet meet feet
where hearts met pavement.

Tears meet cheeks
where lips kissed softly.

Pen meets paper
where memories met freedom.

Black on black
where church hymns play.

Flowers meet straw
just woven by hands.

Wood meets earth
where shovels met ground.

Memories meet mind
of the years short lived.

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Lexi
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Lexi wrote a review Review · Dec 17, 2010

Biffle1 wrote

"Feet meet feet
where hearts met pavement.

Tears meet cheeks
where lips kissed softly.

Pen meets paper
where memories met freedom.

Black on black
where church hymns play.

Flowers meet straw
just woven by hands.

Wood meets earth
where shovels met ground.

Memories meet mind
of the years short lived."

This is a seriously heartfelt poem. Short but sweet, with most poems written like this the authors just keep on going without saying anything but you just introduced, said what you needed to say, then finished. Good plan!
You obviously put alot of effort into this poem, well done.
Keep on writing!

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ErBear
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ErBear wrote a review Review · Dec 17, 2010

Feet meet feet
where hearts met pavement. this phrase means so much.. it's beautiful

Tears meet cheeks
where lips kissed softly. awwh. this is beautiful and really captures the despair of lost love

Pen meets paper
where memories met freedom.

Black on black
where church hymns play.

Flowers meet straw
just woven by hands.

Wood meets earth
where shovels met ground. again a beautiful phrase

Memories meet mind
of the years short lived.

Biffle, biffle :)
This is beautiful, meaningful, and can really be universal. I think everyone could relate to this.

Love it!

~Tay<3~

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Butterfinger
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Butterfinger wrote a review Review · Dec 16, 2010

Biffle1 wrote:Feet meet feet Interesting phrase....made me smile :)
where hearts met pavement. Not sure what your going for, I imagine a bloody heart slatting to the ground...that's just me :)

Tears meet cheeks
where lips kissed softly. Love this one, cute!

Pen meets paper
where memories met freedom. True, if you don't write it down, it could be lost forever.

Black on black
where church hymns play. I imagine a piano in Count Dracula's castle....

Flowers meet straw
just woven by hands.

Wood meets earth
where shovels met ground.

Memories meet mind
of the years short lived.



I believe this is a poem that holds a whole different picture for the writer than the readers and that's what poetry is all about! Love it! Keep writing!



You know what the big problem is in telling fantasy and reality apart? They're both ridiculous.
— The 12th Doctor