Poems from harrypoet
I enjoy writing poems. It gives me a sense of peace and provides me with a mean to express myself in ways that I could have never imagined myself doing.
No matter who I call out to,
there was no sound.
No matter how much I scream,
only the silence had answered me.
No matter who I went to,...
I've gotten tired lately,
dreaming of a something.
So abstract.
So tiring.
I feel like I should just give up
but my heart steeled itself...
We've got the world in our open hands.
With just a tap of finger, we've accessed the Web.
This dimensional universe of knowledge
that...
Hey,
What is that sound,
that seems so old, but yet still new?
A musical note from a different hue.
A tone that sharply cuts through,
the...
My bleeding heart is now a river,
My remorseful soul has begun to quiver,
My aching dreams are now only a shiver,
My chained memories are...