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Well... here goes! Sa 13+ No i'm not a poet. But I am a writer. Translation: I need to practice poetry and this seems like a good place to do so! Other notes: My general theme (other than HP world) is writing poems about spells and charms and potions and just NOT characters. (now watch this devolve into all character based poems...) Also sorry if any are short. This poem thing is new to me. If you happen to be reading this and wish to request/ give me a spell/charm/potion/non-character to write about PLEASE DO NOT BE SHY. COMMENT. CRITIQUE. or something. *sigh* Cheering Charm If you're sitting in class and you're feeling depressed and you're watched far too closely to make a good jest Then the spell that you need is not far away A Cheering Charm's in order for a much better day Text Cut: Table of Contents |
I love it, I LOOOOOVE it! Welcome to the Script Cript, I hope you'll post lots of poems! I can't wait to read them. Don't forget to follow the rules and have fun!!! |
To make the flames for which we are all so fond Just say the word and with a flick of a wand Some heat and warmth may be felt Where only cold and darkness dwelt However words of caution are at hand There are few things this flame cannot withstand With that in mind use this spell well To make a Cold Fire flame call Bluebell Just a comment here: This poem was originally written for another thread |
I love it! Keep it up! |
Aaah, these both sound lovely! The rhyming is great! Um, if you're looking for requests, how about a talking mirror (like the ones at the Weasleys') or a Pepperup Potion? :) |
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Thanks :glomp: |
It’s a great day here for a match One that will end with the Snitch being snatched Puffers and Claws are on for the day, Let’s get the game started, wouldn’t you say? It began with Ravenclaw and a goal Before Badger Beaters decided to bowl Two Chasers had to give pause to their flight Avoiding that Bludger with all of their might Wait, wait, what’s this? The whistle is blown It appears bad sportsmanship was shown A pause in the game and a player is out Oh common, it’s your fault, there’s no need to pout The game continued, Hufflepuff takes the lead With brooms whizzing by all at a top speed Whoa! That was a shot the Keeper just blocked I bet you that Chaser was a little bit shocked We’ve had a sighting of the elusive Snitch Just now above the Quidditch Pitch The Seekers race, speedy and lean, To where the golden flash last was seen If you ever had doubts in Team Hufflepuff It’s obvious now that they aren’t full of fluff It looks like they’re up by a hundred and fifty Unless Ravenclaw gets some points in a jiffy The spectators roared, even Gryffindor came To watch the conclusion of this epic game The Eagle- eyed Seeker really fought To Ravenclaw, the Snitch was caught This means it has finished in a dead heat A comeback like this is hard to beat The players were great and the commentary fine But for now I must go, I’ll see you next time. |
Achoo! Goes the Professor Achoo! Goes the Nurse Achoo! Goes the Student The cold's getting worse The mandrakes are ready So's the bicorn horn Heed Hipworth's recipe And a potion is born Please drink up the potion Else the cold will spread Steam may pour from the ears But none are sick in bed |
I like this! Good job! |
Fingers twitching Nervous ticks How can such a thing cause such tension? |
A man with the surname of Figg Flew with a sting of billywig Though he thought it nice He wanted down in a trice But alas he was caught on a twig! |
Very VERY good!!! I'm loving these! |
Moonlight shines on the lake below Something's happening at the old willow Just tap the knot, don't bother with please Now the tree is frozen, despite the breeze At the base of the motionless trunk Into the floor a trapdoor sunk Revealing a tunnel with a dirt floor And a ceiling so low it makes walking a chore Quick! Step into the tunnel, the tree is alive but the whipping branches are soon put out of mind For far in the distance a howl is heard Was it made by something wolfish and furred? At the end of the tunnel lies the Shrieking Shack It looks like a werewolf now has a good snack! |
With a core of Pheonix she can perform spells of all kinds At eleven inches long a good medium of extravagance and refined With a wood of Ebony her imagination can't be chained And a Slightly Springy bounce her aspirations are not too strained |
^ I love your poem. That's the first wand poem that I've read. :) |
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