Potter Poetry, Week One

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs

by Seven87Eight

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs,
Four friendships, true and strong
Noble Gryffindors each one,
How did we go so wrong?

The times we spend at Hogwarts School,
I knew you all so well
But one was never what he seemed,
Could any of us tell?

Another two were strong and true,
Brash, perhaps, but good
So keen to help each other out,
Do anything they could

I was Moony, last one left,
How strange that it should be
When all of this was over with,
The last one there was me.

Not all of us are dead and gone,
But I mourn all the same
For two dead and one who tarnishes
The good Marauder name

First went Wormtail, filthy rat,
Who turned from early on
Though still alive, he’s better dead
And from my heart is gone

Dear Prongs fell next, at paw of rat
Defending to the end
A noble stag with life cut short
By one he called a friend

Now Padfoot, too has joined his friend
And left me here alone
I never thought I’d see the day
When all my friends had gone.

Now what of Moony, last one left,
Just what can he do now?
All I can do is sit and cry,
And wonder, simply, how?

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs
Four Gryffindors of old
Where once I felt your warm embrace,
There now is naught but cold

The best of friends, the worst of foes
It now is all the same
Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs
We have ourselves to blame

We should have seen, we should have known,
Now I just sit and sigh
Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs,
It’s time to say goodbye.

Ravenclaw Anagram Poem

by Hippiegirl8

Rich in knowledge, that’s for sure

Acedemics are what we adore

Veridicial wits are what we treasure

Essential is cunning beyond measure

Nothing could look at us and say we haven’t got the smarts

Clever, well endowed (but never proud), and skillful in the arts

Level headed thinking is what we admire

Avast understanding we strive to aquire

With these life lessons, you might find, you’ll get what you desire

Ode to Luna Lovegood

by Eustace Madden

The Hogsmeade crescent moon shone bright
As I stepped off the train.
The Thestrals stood in quiet gloom
On ground soaked thick with rain.

I climbed into a coach and saw,
To my superb surprise,
A girl with long and straggly hair
And large protuberant eyes.

Her wand was placed behind her ear,
Her Quibbler upside-down;
Butterbeer corks adorned her neck
And dripped onto her gown.

I stared as though I was transfixed,
My heart began to swell,
Her dottiness was enchanting
Just like a Veela’s spell.

Then suddenly, she spoke to me
In a soft and dreamy tone.
She knew my name, my year, my house.
She was brilliant, yet alone.

Students steal my things, she said,
And hide them round the school.
But to a soul so innocent
How can they be so cruel?

I told her she had stole my heart.
She said, Don’t worry, friend.
You’ll get it back. Things will work out.
It all does in the end.