Thanks for stopping by my Poetry Thread, please take your time to read these, there are several pages of them covering loads of topics (mostly HP related) if you have a topic that you don't see and would be interested in having me attempt a poem about it, just respond to me your idea and I'll do my best......

okay folks here's the first one....


Quidditch

The whistle blows, its time to fly
to win is what we quest,
the game’s at hand, we all must try
the snitch will grant us rest.

We score our goals and swing our bats
to beat our bludgers back,
we fly as one formation
using the Hawkshead attack.

Our foe is strong, so is the wind
they score and now its tied,
but its not them I fly against,
for Sirius has just died.

He was my future and my past
he was to be my friend,
he saw me fly, just like my dad,
I saw him at his end.

I hate this game, I love it too
I don’t know what to feel,
my life is too confusing
my heart ache too surreal.

I hear the cheer, did someone score?
the crowd begins to wail,
the noise reminds me of the night,
that Sirius fell through the veil.

His last words echo, “that’s all you have?”
each night I dream the same,
his playful bark, his clownish acts
he thought it just a game.

But games are left for Quidditch pitches
where losers still survive,
in fights for good and evil
even winners too my die.

The snitch has now appeared to me
and catch it, I must go,
but with the burden of his death
and knowing what I know.

A win is just another task
and Quidditch just a game,
for real life has its consequences
in death there is no fame.

The whistle blows, I’ve caught the snitch
we win the game again,
It means so little to me now
I’ve lost my closest friend.


Sir Spots


(please let me know what you think, I have other ideas, thanks for reading)