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)

Oh, wow! It's great!
I wish I could write like that!
Post your other ideas!
You captured Harry's feeling really well!
I like this stanza:

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 love it! Post more soon please!

Nice work, Sir Spots... I think you did a good job capturing Harry's anguish... and I think that Quidditch will always be a bit bittersweet for him. Especially considering his broom was a gift from Sirius.

(Psst... I'm a poetry snob... and I like your poem. It actually scans. Go you!)

Wow, Sir Spots! That was really good. I really enjoyed your poem. I can't wait for your next one.

*turns on track topic option*

Thanks Erin, Kris and Sarah, I appreciate your support, the next one will be coming shortly....


Sir Spots

Bravo! Bravo ! Excellent poetry Sir Spots! Please post more ! :flowersmile:

why thank you Angel, here's my next piece called


Memory

He saved my life, I know not how
I wasn’t there to see,
when I awoke, just two of us
the third, a memory

They say he fought a basilisk
with tools both new and old,
they say he came alone and scared
my Knight of Red and Gold.

A sorting hat, from days gone past
and Fawkes, from Dumbledore,
he slain the snake with jeweled sword
from Godric Gryffindor.

They say the fang would kill him sure
if Phoenix tears didn’t heal,
but if he had, how could I live,
with such a weight to feel.

He knows not how I’ve loved him such
since first I heard his name,
back in our house, then in the halls
I wish he felt the same.

He picks me up and carries me out
to everyone’s surprise,
I wonder what has happened there
to see it in his eyes.

I long for him to tell me
that he’d do it all again,
that love is what he has for me
his love until the end.

But I must wait for now to see
if I am what he craved,
or was it just a school in fear
that caused me to be saved.

So close to love yet still I wait
and hope he’ll come for me,
for of that day he saved my life…
it’s just a memory.



Sir Spots

when i was reading your poem i reeli felt like I was in Ginny's shoes ... its really AMAZING how you express a character's point of view through poetry :flowersmile: :flowersmile: :flowersmile:
keep them coming !

Yes, you've done a wonderful job expressing the inner feelings of the characters, so far. Kepp up the good work!

Yep yep yep... Nice work again, Sir Spots. Ginny is my FAVORITE character, and I think you captured her here very nicely. You have to wonder what was going through her head as she was leaving the Chamber of Secrets. I'm sure she was so embarassed and horrified at what had happened, but there was Harry - who she had this giant crush on - saving her.

... thanks for the PM.

:dance_banana: :dance_banana: :dance_banana:

Oh my dear dancing banana!

:dance_banana:

Thank you for making me click this link Sir Spots! I love the poems and I am in AWE at anybody who can write as beautifully as you. Poetry... gah! I can't grasp it... I'll stick to my fanfics I guess. Anyway, great work. Loving Ginny's character certainly helps me appreciate 'Memory' even more... :cat:

I can't wait to get more!

Thanks everybody, here's one that actually appeared as a cheer for the Quiditch match that's taking place between Gryffindor and Slytherin, note that if you're not in Gryffindor don't take offense, it's all in good sport


Gryffindor Cheer

Porskoff Ploy
and Wronski Feint
they’re the moves
that we can make

Plumpton Pass
or Sloth Grip Roll
whatever it takes
to score a goal

Gryffindors
of red and gold
in this match
our lead we’ll hold

No loops or tackles
will scar our name
Gryffindors
will win the game!


Sir Spots



stay tuned, soon a Limerick about our dear friend Hagrid.....

*runs around the room with excitement*



That was a really good cheer. (And I'm in a good position to judge- I was an actual cheerleader for six years!)

Reaqlly good! I look forward to more!

thanks, Erin, Kris, Roxanne and Angel

this next one is my attempt at a Limerick, you know...

there once was a girl from nantucket.....

anyway let me know if you like the format, its a little more difficult
than what I'm used to....



Hagrid

His name is Rubeus Hagrid
gamekeeper is his vocation,
he’s vast like a tree
and the first that you’ll see
upon arriving at Hogsmeade’s train station.

Big hearted, he’s gentle and dear
his task is to escort you here,
“first years” he’ll call loud
near him, will you crowd
with excitement, caution and fear.

At Hogwarts he can be found
in a hut, at the edge of the grounds,
with his crossbow and quill
or a cauldron of swill
and fang, his loyal boarhound (hey that’s me )

While dangerous his creatures can get
for the record, no one’s died yet,
Norbert, Beaky and fire-newts
even Blast-Ended Skrewts
And Fluffy his three-headed pet.

In the Forest, are the wild and the tame
and the Centaurs who know him by name,
Aragog and the Thestrels
Hippogriffs, Grawp, unicorns
I’d steer clear if its all just the same.

As a Giant his trouble it seemed
was to find one to make his heart beam,
but she came in from France
“clear the floor”, watch them dance
his love’s name is Madame Maxime.

A truer friend, you’ll never need
with Hagrid, he’ll take your lead,
he’ll battle your foes
then get pink in the nose
with some fire-whiskey and malt meade.

For his name is Rubeus Hagrid
takes care of the students, you’ll see,
none’s better for sharing
or wild beast caring
or keeping the game, than he.


Sir Spots

That was AWESOME :sorcerer:

I was really looking foward to that one and you definitely delivered. You are so talented.

thanks Kris,

more to come soon (I take requests too)


Sir Spots

In that case. I'd like to see something about Snape. It could be a bit of a challenge, but I think you're up to it

Thanks Kris (thy challenge accepted) by the end of the weekend...


Angel, thanks to you too, you are too gracious


Sir Spots

wow, they're fantastic :flowersmile: :flowersmile: i like the Hagrid one

I LUV IT!!! POST MORE!!! :flowersmile: Pleeeeeezzeee?!

Sir Spots, your work is superb and therefore they deserve praises !

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Enough praises? No?
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How about that? Too bad, my hand is cramping.

I'm blushing :wub: see *coughtellyourfriendstoreadcough*


Sir Spots