Davina's Poetry Fault - Sa13+
 

Thousands of years the stone walls stood
Knowledge it Imparted
Four wizards and witches came together for a greater good
So Hogwarts school they started..

Now centuries later Hogwarts still stands
Meeting the needs the young wizards demand
The brave are here, the loyal, the true
Cauldron's bubble perfecting Droo's brew
For Slytherin the green, has cunning at it's best
They are proud and noble as the snake on their crest
Ravenclaw the blue has smarts and wit
If you have memorized your spells, in this house you'll surely fit
Gryffindor house those of strong will and mind
The scarlet clad lion will always defend their kind
Hufflepuff the yellow house, is home to the hard working and fair
If you belong in Hufflepuff you'll always have friends who care
So enter these walls and sit on this stool
I am the sorting hat, a most knowledgeable tool
I've never been wrong, I'll place you right
Whether you're ambitious, caring, brave or bright!

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Voldemort's Oebsssion

Unicorn's blood will sustain my being
The omen of bad luck will not deter me killing
I'll have control from Quirrell's head
Flammel's life stone will be mine in his stead
Though Harry Potter thrawted my plot
I will have revenge on his damned lot
The chamber shall I open with naught but a memory
Tom Riddle's soul will I unbury
A young girl's secrets would have given me matter
But my basilisk was killed, I'm once again hindered by Potter
Here comes wormtail a most cowardly thing
Maybe he can take my luck for a spin
In a graveyard of stone I regain my body
Then I offed a gangly kid named Diggory
The Wizarding world can't know that I am back
I will off the mudbloods when I attack
The Order of Pheonix will suffer a tragic bend
As Kreatcher the house-elf saw to Sirius' end
My plan's in place, I am almost ready for war
The army is gathering from both near and far
The time has come when good and power must meet
I have them at my mercy, they tremble at my feet
Dumbledore has rotten, victory is at hand
The good men are falling, the battle is almost won
But here comes Potter and his army of the Hollow
The bitter pill of defeat I will for the last time swallow

Helga Hufflepuff musing after she takes a chance telling Salazar Slytherin that she's in love with him and is rejected.

To Silence the Heart

It will cry for you but I will not listen
The ache will be numbed by hard cold resentment
Scream as it might, I will not listen
Because the heart will be silenced.
It cherished you and held you dear
You ignored it and scoffed at the offer of forever
Slowly you chipped away at it's corner stone until it crumbled into pieces
Long I toiled to rebuild and strengthen
I allowed it to love and want you after each hurricane
Every time I mop up the flood of tears
Scream as it might, I will not listen

Dumbledore talks to a 6th year Tom Riddle about Time and growing old

Time to Regret

Like a summer's breeze it whistles away
"Gone in an instant"like the word smiths say
Just as a rose only lasts two days
For the same we write an ending to plays

Time misleads and lures you in
It will leave you dizzy in a twisted spin
Time is master and always will be
Time holds the key to our destiny

Why then do we flirt and drink with team
When we know it robs of every dollar and dime?
It tricks you into feeling in control
While with every second it binds your soul

I love them!!! You're really good ;)

Very good Davina, I really like them.

thank you both very much ^.^

Minerva's Dumbledore

His twinkling blue eyes warm the coldest winter nights
Tender words and a comforting look calms the scariest frights
Fifty years of service feels like naught but a day
He was an outstanding leader all the way
As I watched him teach, I admired more
Great feelings developed that I never felt before
He was the king of Hearts and I was the Queen of Spades
We could never be, Oh I wished my feelings would fade
But stronger they grew as did his power and lore
While my heart was heavy with the feelings I bore
Many women loved and boy did they lose
He was oblivious to love so Albus did not choose
In late night meetings I would always steal a glance
While you talked about dark wizards and taking our stance
In those dark days we fought side by side
More than once I almost told the secret I held in side
Now here I am sitting by your tomb stone
So angry that you have left after you promised I would never be alone
But I never told you what I should have said
No I never told you my sweet Albus, and now you're dead
No bitter tears will bring you back
And i regret not telling you for that simple fact
Sleep dear Albus you deserve your rest
Just always know I love you, you were truly Hogwart's best

I love that, it's gorgeous! You're really good!

thank you so much! It means a lot

sixteen year old Arabella Figg on being a squib at Hogwarts

Don't tell me that everyone has been here
Don't try to tell me that there is some hidden meaning to
this meaningless existence
To ask is to be scoffed at
Unstructured, freedom, seven lines, not eight
Neither English nor Italian
Purpose? What purpose?
Why try, when all I accomplish is mediocre?
But then, don't try...then what?
Suicide? Out of the question
The meaningless existence continues
Free flow, open form, no rhythm
"It's not like you"
What then is me? Again I ask, who am I?
No answer? Thought so.
Liar
I laugh in the face of those who say nothing is impossible
A lot of things are
I dream of flying, but does that mean that if I jump from the roof on a broom
I will make it?
Bull
Life is short, sixteen, unaccomplished floater, again mediocre
Born into a society I resent and reject
Selfish? Ungrateful? Shut up
I title myself the big dreamer
But that is all I have..dreams
No means to an end
Lots of friends, but that one friend is missing
Bitter? Yes I am bitter and I'm tired of trying
I'm tired of being lied to and I'm tired of lying
I'm sick of your methods of caring
And I'm sick of not knowing how to care
I'm tired of being second best
Fed up with being used and run over
Every rose has thorns
Well this blue rose has one too many
Had it up to here with wearing this facade
Over used an empty smile and mirthless laughter
What happened to, "Your eyes are windows to your soul"?
Are my eyes so dark that no one can see me hurt and unhappy?
Why had He not established perfect balance?
Why do some starve while others over indulge?
Why does the genius in one make him crazy
when the other struggles to read?
Why then am I here?
What purpose do I serve?
I am not suppose to be here at this stage in my life according to my dreams
Yet here I am
Who am I?
I will call myself...untitled

Dobby Does

Dobby works because that's what house-elves do
Dobby brushs and polishes master's shoe
Dobby cooks and Dobby cleans
Dobby keeps master happy by whichever means
It is a house-elf's job to labour every minute of the day
Though Dobby likes to do that his own way

That was ADORABLEEEEE
*snugs dobby!*

Oooh thank you guys, he ish adorable isn't he? ^.^

Memoirs of a HufflePuff

Is it the thought of leaving your halls?
No longer walking your halls,
That got me feeling me feeling...so lonely,
Can't take you with me, got me wishing..'If only'

Talking about days of yellow and black
Sneaking out late, getting caught while coming back
Masterson's dog and days by the lake
Please turn back time, for Merlin's sake!

Parchment and ink, muggle pens and paper
Behind your walls Hogwarts, is where I feel safer
Seven years have gone by so fast
Corridors to the grounds are now in my past

Stop me now! Before I begin to cry
Tate oh please don't make me say goodbye
This has been memoirs of a hufflepuff
Farewell aduei, I have cried enough

Awesome Davina! That was really nice.

Thank youuuu :)
That was all Rhea lol

Quidditch Bliss

The cool wind on my face, as I zoom through the air
One hand, no hands, I fly without fear
Opposition on my tail, I wonski faint and loose them
Coming back up I catch a glimpse of the game gem
Wings fluttering brilliantly I look around for the seeker
Then had to dodge a bludger sent my way by the beater
Quidditch is not a game for the faint hearted
You have to be on constant vigilance once the game gets started
The quaffle ball is hard and round
Keep putting it through the hoops until the snitch gets found
Quidditch is quite a thrilling game
I'm sure every house player in some way feels the same
It is a sport to thrill, entertain and excite
There's never a dull moment once you take flight
There will never be a game that I will love more
Quidditch is the sport that the magical masses adore

Dav! These poems are amazing! <3 I especially loved Minerva's Dumbledore [sad, but incredibly sweet. :loved: I always sort of wished something would happen with them.] Dobby Does [overall adorable] and memoirs of a Hufflepuff.

Aww thanks Chelle!! :glomp: I really appreciate your comments :)

great poem