Best Hogwarts Poems
From my mother's womb I yelled into the room,
mattress on the living room floor,
my bro I replaced as the youngest, his face
as he screamed and ran out through the door.
I tell you (no fooling) my years of hard schooling
I'll remember as long as I live
Johnny Cash got it right sometimes you gotta fight
but my name isn't Sue, it is Viv.
My first crush was Joy, she beguiled the boys
with her cool attitude and demeanour,
but in the school yard I didn't try very hard
and lost out to Nigel who was keener.
My senior school was a boy's own affair,
all mortarboards, chalkdust and gowns,
atmosphere never placid, like Hogwarts on acid
at home it took hours to come down.
Exams taken and passed and so onwards at last
out into the big wide world of work,
how well did I do at my first interview
I'm surprised that they'd take on a jerk.
After six years of grammar that felt like the slammer
with no females on a daily basis
this place was Nirvana I tried to keep calmer
in this female infested Oasis.
For a short while I waited then finally dated
the friend of a colleague, named Ruth,
wedding plans from her lips, I took fright and jumped ship
I was too immature, that's the truth.
From there my next job for an extra few bob was in warehousing,
driving fork trucks,
stacks of pallets to lift on horrendous night shifts
but to honest I didn't give a hoot.
I was by then resolving with my problem solving
to find me a niche in I.T,
nine to five, air conditioned, needing no permission
to break for a smoke and a tea.
Nine years flew by me and also my family,
my mother began to be ill
I quit work and stayed home, looked after her alone
watching sadly as she went downhill.
She finally went and as was her intent I care for my youngest today,
these trials we have to bear, no-one said life was fair
but I won't have it any other way.
The good lady's poorly and sometimes I'm sorely
being tested, but I keep good cheer,
the days may seem long but I cannot go wrong-
I've got Poetry, music and beer.
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HE IS MINE!
His navy blue eyes,
Marvelous smile,
And blonde hair style,
Tis ALL mine!
HE IS MINE!
But he doesn’t know
Because I’ve never told
That he’s in my soul
I am too shy to show
HE IS MINE!
But now he walks with ordinary *****!
He smiles to her! He holds her hand! Why?
Why I can’t be his girl? Why!?
Hogwarts has known me as divine!
HE IS MINE!
Hurry up my supreme elder wand!
This time she must be gone!
Stupefy! Be still
Confringo! Burn her hair
Giggle, I’m not that such a wicked witch
But next I use unforgivable curse
Crucio! Be unbearable pain
She screams but I maliciously smile :)
Now boy let her be
Look at me - Imperio!
You’re under MY control!
Stand by me boy! Hold my hand boy!
And repeat after me, “I AM YOURS”
But these just my daydream!
I would scream in Azkaban -
For what I have done
It will not be begun!
So, they still holding on
Their love still going on
And I still want them be torn
Again I’m not the wicked witch
But I have sworn -
HE MUST BE MINE!
It may be hard to find me, see, because
My journey never stops - I only pause
at places you could hardly dream to quest
without imagination at its best.
I've been to Panem, where the Capitol
devises 'Games' that ruin families,
Along with Katniss, Gale and Peeta, we
fought till the end for equity and peace.
Of Hogwarts surely, most of you must know -
The sole academy that none can hate.
And now, not even portraits seem the same -
To owls and narrow alleys we relate.
They change our lives. They change what we can be.
Their tales and deeds give sight to those who see.
From finding a stone for cracking a case,
To launching a restaurant right into space
In forbidden cupboards and planets of elves
You can live as another and still be yourselves.
They spend our time, eternal, with a knack
Of one whose presence beckons from a rack.
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References to: The Hunger Games, Harry Potter, Sherlock Holmes, Alex Rider, Narnia and The Lord Of The Rings.
Second attempt at Iambic Pentameter
Memphis the fish wanted to be a whale
Went to theater to see Luis Buñuel
He married Juan Simón's daughter
Invited Harry Potter
All went to Hogwarts to eat sleep and swell
In Little Whinging, Privet Drive,
around the bend at Number Four
is sighted, strikingly alive,
a tabby cat not seen before.
Her interests vary from her kind’s -
she does not mind the scuttling rat
Behind a battered bin she finds
some shade. (They think she just gets fat).
But
After dark a cat’s a tiger -
this one’s waiting for a boy
not to pounce on - far from her
intentions. This child gives her joy.
No one spots a vanished cat. -
from where her bracing figure lay
a lady rose in robe and hat,
looked up and gestured, walked away.
She swore to guard his life and name
from all things dark and horrible
This silent storm left as she came
She went by name McGonagall.
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Tribute to Professor McGonagall of Hogwarts from Harry Potter. She was a cat Animagus - so literally a Cat Lady
This is when she waits for Hagrid to bring infant Harry to his aunt's family home after the death of his parents, where he is ill-treated and will stay until 11.
THE TRANSFIGURATION: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oP3MKL5XBIY -The relevant part begins at 0:50
High festive confusion among real monsters
Around that wonderful time of the year, for:
Lay men mistook Dracula for Edward Cullen,
Lost Big Foot, they called "Chewy"
Offense they did to evil wizards when they whispher "Hogwarts is real"
Wicked witches were thought from the West,
Every werewolf was seen as a teen,
Even the Devil is encouraged to wear Prada, that
No human that night guessed the monsters were real!
October 22, 2016
Who is this boy?
Harry Potter.
He is a teen wizard,
From the school Hogwarts.
Harry has two best mates,
Ron and Hermione, each other they hate.
Ron is a wizard, Hermione a muggle-witch.
Its up to Harry,
To keep their friendship,
Smooth without a hitch.
Together with Albus Dumbledore,
They rage a war,
Against the evil forces of,
Dark Lord Voldemort.
Voldemort has a sorry past,
Though was an orphan,
He stood as tall as a ship’s mast.
Voldemort’s real name is
Tom Marvolo Riddle.
No, he’s not just any boy,
Playing his fiddle.
Tom looked for power.
He attained it with forces that were evil.
He tortured an innocent boy’s parents to insanity.
The boy’s name is Neville.
Ginny is Ron’s sister
And a friend of Harry and Hermione.
There are Dean and Seamus,
Best mates they are,
Also jealous of Harry’s scar.
This is a short summary of Harry Potter,
Created by J.K. Rowling- THE WONDER AUTHOR.
It seems so long that I must look
Among most girls, their attraction lures
But with this sight my angst does unhook
And my eyes do end their tours
The unpolished cover of your book
To suddenly turn judgment yours
As it is with great surprise
Be my expectations tragic
The cover had deceived my eyes
For these pages are but magic
Alas to Hogwarts I do not go
And to you I am a stranger
So shall I choose a book I know?
For your wonders surpass Hermione Granger
So to Panem I must take flight
As my envy does glow green
And in the Hunger Games shall I fight
For with a fire you tend to glean
I mere Peeta to thy sight
And you Ms. Everdeen
And though I not think it right
To compare the’ to what I hate
But for you I mention slight, the book, Twilight
Within its pages my affection’s fate, for with Jacob they relate
And so for you my Bella Swan
That I must assume a friend
And like Edward seek my presence gone
Loving you until the end.
Set down your book I do so wary
And reference now a great ballet
For in my arms I long to carry
And with great poise dance away
Me, a nutcracker prince, and you my sugar plum fairy.
IM "MOZART"
ORCHESTRA "ART"
AURA "SPARKS"
READ MY JOURNAL MY Notes COME TO "LIFE"
YOU'LL HEAR THUNDER "STRIKES"
LIGHTNING FLASHES WHEREVER YOU "ARE"
TURN THE ROOM INTO "NIGHT"
AN YOU'LL SEE THE "STARS"
DARK CLOUDS THE STORMS "COMING"
THE RAIN SHOWS MY "SUFFERING"
I love THE STORMS CAUSE THEY MUSTER MY STRENGTH & "MUSCLE"
Thunder TURNS TO "MUSIC"
The Orchestrator conducting his Own "MOVEMENT"
HATERS STAND IN THE CROWD AN I STILL "MOVE" THEM!!!!
Don't need no applause I take my own STANDING "OVATION"
While the music of my heart gives me "MOTIVATION"
WELCOME TO MY "SIMULATION"
THIS JUST "PREPARATION"
Angels in HEAVEN TRUMPETS THEY "PLAYING"
I got the devil covering his "EARS"
THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL "FEAR"
In HEAVEN I GOT THE THRONE "SHAKING"
IM A WORK OF ART OF GOD "CREATION"
See music started in HEAVEN IN THE "BEGINNING"
See I'm here now on Earth writing "COMPOSITIONS"
An Lucifer still got his "RHYTHM"
MUSIC BLEEDS IN ME AN I KEEP GETTIN "INTUITIONS"
The beat flow in my veins
an I'm feeling "EUROPHIC"
ALL THE WAY TO MY Brain
An I write in Lucifer "KITCHEN"
I got lucifer "LISTENING"
I'm on JUPITER "TRANSITIONING"
To another planet to Descend "In"
My gift from GOD cause I unwrap the present to "present" it
Unwrapping the gold "RIBBONS"
I love the "Drama"
Cause my life is a "Opera"
You would think I went to the school of "Hogwarts"
An I was Harry "Potter"
Against lord "Voldemort"
GOD my teacher that's "Dumbledore"
This is a Lions "ROAR"
TRIBE OF JUDAH A LION WITH A "SWORD"
I'm with the Thunder GOD THE SON OF "THOR"
An I throw Thunder in this "WAR"
Crossed the Red Sea to the "SHORE"
I'M ALIVE
Sullivan, my pet ghost
Lives in my mango tree
Loves cottage cheese
Plays chess with me
Always loses game
He loves my cat Betty
A Felix parabolus
Who has long ears
Hears distant sounds of rats
She also loves Sullivan
One day they vanished
I have no mango tree any more
We take neither fish nor dairy products
A spook and a cat
strange bedfellows
Dr, Ashfalt has invited me
To write a thesis on Katzegeistung
At Hogwarts University.
I welcomed home the latest of the fan specifics
A 52X72 Chelsea FC fleece Blanket that my daughter just picked
I wanted to dump the Chelsea fleece, the crest sofa and the team poster
But prompted myself to see it as warm, lightweight, 100% polyester
My daughter’s Chelsea spirit was not dying
Our recent acquisitions- a Chelsea neon clock, a football cushion, a key ring
More reasons to be optimistic I had to think of when she brought a Chelsea rug
Few mum for their morning coffee got to choose from a Chelsea stadium mug, Chelsea latte
mug, Chelsea crest mug, Chelsea black and silver mug, Chelsea new stadium mug and a Didier
drogba mug
I am a grieving mother to more than one aficionado
My son is in love with the renaissance art, bingo!
Art poster prints, wall calendars and statues of the Renaissance men
Over my dead body will I get him a Visconti Art pen
A look at the Virgin of the rock, and I was struck by the depth and the emotion
I no longer despised my son’s fascinating renaissance collection
Distressed I became, the world seemed to come to an end
When my son wished to see the Sistine Chapel ceiling within the Vatican
‘There’s somewhere here to see you, everyone hurry down’
My brother was visiting, for quite a while he had been out of town
They came rushing down exclaiming ‘Ballack!’ ‘Oh no, it’s Michelangelo!’
My 9 year old squealed ‘It’s my letter from Hogwarts, I’m ready to go!’
This night is different, a night of adventure
This night is quiet, the sky falls in bits
Like stars, but chilly,white and fluffy.
Homes lit up as the hearth lights with enthusiasm
The chimney roars with excitment,this night
Awaiting that special guest of the night
Children stare with anxiety through the frosty glass
Waiting to hear the roof sing, of his arrival
Yet again the night draws near,sleep calls.
As if nature apprehends his wishes
Spirits grow dull and the eyes heavy
We have drank of a spell deeper than hogwarts
Morn comes with new stories yet untold.
We missed him again, like always
But not the gifts he brings along
Such joy and merry they make,in the heart
As they sing those words,''It's christmas''
Making jolly under the tree.
All carefully constructed self worth is striped away
As the laughing voices breach the wall and
Tear away my identity.
I am a gangly, awkward teenager—
A giant in a fairy world.
I am a depressed, needy cutter,
Sucking the light out of all conversation.
I am a dumb, useless klutz—
A mountain troll in Hogwarts
A blond tripping over her Chihuahua.
I make you laugh in incredulity
Then fade to the outskirts of your awareness.
I am vulnerable until your casual glance.
With no where to run from your half-hearted bullets
I die a little more to myself.
Big Dreams
My friend told me I should print a business card.
He said that I should pass it out.
He told me that I should get out there,
in the world, and make “a” mark.
I am nervous.
I am small.
I am just…
My friend spoke with me again today.
He smiled from ear to ear as he told me;
I have now set sail.
I am aboard the QE2…
in the prettiest floating library to cross the sea.
Windows among the shelves that look out,
passed the waves, wear pirates play.
Then he grinned wider still…
New York subways, bus seats,
the rickshaw to and from China town,
the park and back…
Two airplanes, airports, restaurants and half a dozen
yellow cabs with wild eyed drivers going and going.
The Piccadilly, The Yellow Frog, The “café de elegant”,
The fact-checker the baker and the ticket taker.
London England, I always wanted to go…(I grinned back at him.)
I am now at the clock tower,
standing near the stone guard at the palace.
I have visited Down Town Abbey,
and am floating down the Thames…
Hogwarts!
The train station, the castle,
and yes, oh especially yes…
the library where the trolls stack the books,
the cat eats the mice the size of toasters,
the librarian herself breathes fire. (dragon)
I am a small card, a piece of paper, yet…
I am me.
I hugged my friend.
.
Muggle borns are not welcome in this providence or town.
I despise them totally, now that I am wearing Gryffindor’s crown.
Deemed myself the queen of the red and gold, courageous I am.
Inside Rowling’s novel, Hermoine and Ron are both a sacred friend.
Don’t say anything mean about Hagrid; he is my champion now.
Chivalry and determination are my mantras, said with a bow.
Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort! I scream, daring him to appear.
He Who Shall Not be Named is for me no bully to fear.
I attend Hogwart’s School of Magic, and I am great at the spells.
I leave Quidditch to Harry, as long as the Slytherins he fells.
Was that the golden snitch? I have to be on my toes for sure.
I am a muggle-born witch, but my intents are totally pure.
Hufflepuffs amuse me, with their loyalty and determination to work.
Witty wise Ravenclaws yes, but some of them are like Rowena, a jerk.
If I had been put into Slytherin with their colors of yellow and green
I would have been the angriest witch Hogwarts had ever seen.