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Hello everyone! These poems are about Hermione's veiwpoints on everything that goes on around her. Some of them will ryhme and some will not, and usually the ones that don't are going to have deeper meanings than the ones that do.
This poem is about Hermione's relationship with Ron. Enjoy!
Isn't life funny
Isn't it funny?
How hate becomes love
How fights become friends
how bossy becomes brilliant?
how the one person you couldn't stand
becomes the one person you can't live without?
Isn't life funny
how all it took was a troll
and some life saving
that started the path
that took us to this?
Isn't it funny
how through the fights
the yelling
the pushing
you leaving
we still ended up together?
Isn't it funny
how you can fall asleep
almost holding hands
from couch to floor
and it feels like nothing even matters?
Isn't it funny
how through the battle
to save the world
we felt like our love
was the only thing that mattered?
I guess life's funny.
Last edited by thelittlestoneever; 09-02-2012 at 12:56 AM.
Okay next poem is about Hermione and her love of the library. Enjoy. Also thank you Droo for your comment. Much appreciated.
bookworm
from my seat
conductors chair
I sit with confidence
soaking in the music
the knowledge spreading through me
the other's tuned out
the pages turn
more music
fills my ears
with sweet sounds
the melody
of printed word
the harmony
of turning page
the words of others
gentle hum
as my eyes study the pages
expecting to learn the music
to play the song
and play it well
volumes of songs
all with gentle melody
all with sweet harmionies
the library is my conductors chair
and I am the musician
and also, because this is a short poem and I'm not particualry fond of this one, I'm including another one about Lavender Brown. It's kind of like taking a step into corny poems in a way, and I hope you like it.
The other one
her voice is like a screeching cat
how can you choose to ever date that?
I hope you know that I'm right here
wanting badly to hold you near
but I can't
with broken heart
forever it seems
we grow apart
you are hers
and I am mine
sitting always
on the sidelines
while everyone
has love it seems
I am left to dream and dream
dream of the day when we can be together
but it's not gonna happen, not now not ever
Last edited by thelittlestoneever; 09-02-2012 at 12:58 AM.
Here's one about Hermione being petrified in the second book. Please Enjoy.!
petrified
I lay here straight
like wooden plank
still as statue stands
the basilisk
it did it's deed
a paper in my hand
the mystery
it lays right here
how quickly can you get it
follow the pipes
and save the girl
or else you will regret it
your future love
life in the balnce
quickly go and save her
go get fawkes to take along
his tears will be a worthy cure
the mirror I had wasn't for dress
in fact that's far from truth
I sensed the snake that caused the mess
and I wanted to be a sleuth
so now you know my story
not one of fame,or one of glory
but I hold the key
for the school to be freed
so listen to my every word
my brains have been tested
I'm petrified
looks like I died
but really
I'm just resting
Thanks Droo you always seem to have something kind to say! This is a short poem, but I like it, and I hope you do too. Enjoy
Wand
select this thing from wooden perch
hold this object made from earth
it comes in many shapes and sizes
and for a first year holds surprises
wizards best tool through and through
helped get rid of Lockheart too
first time hold with bated breath
could be the reason for life or death
used for protection and offense
it's a wizards best defense
muggles don't have them only we do
Ron broke his in our year two
it's used in almost every class
be good with this and you will pass
part of legend part of lore
fixing one can be a chore
Last edited by thelittlestoneever; 09-18-2012 at 10:06 PM.
Thank you again. This is a poem about two of the four houses. the other two will be in my next poem. This is Slytherin and the Gryffindor Welcome to our house
our blood beats red and gold
this house is not for the meek
but for the brave and bold
we all have a role to play
we all have a part
we are not only brave
but chivarlous at heart we're ambitous and sneaky
our crest bears a snake
we're not all bad mind you
we housed professor snape
potions is our classroom
and it's the best class
you must be smart and careful
in order to pass
our house bears a lion
roaring our with pride
in order to explore sometimes
we let the rules slide We're not just good at potions
but good at everything
it was us who made up
"Weasley is our king" you made up a poem
our guys fought the dark
we fought the final battle
and we fought it hard Slytherin housed snape though
really good at heart
he just loved lily
hated to see them apart To say it in closing
Gyffindor's the best
if you dissagree with us
we'll hit you with a hex
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Welcome To My World - Sa9+ 
you always seem to have something kind to say! This is a short poem, but I like it, and I hope you do too. Enjoy 
