Harry Potter Poems

Feeling a little more strong with his clothes all back on, Harry felt a bit more enthused. He didn’t open his mouth to ask what it’s about, But his mind was no less confused. Then they tied his arms with

About the book – Ray Mootrey, first time author and poet has captured elements of new-age spirituality in an exciting post-apocalyptic science fiction fantasy. HARRY THE MOLE is an epic poem; the story of a reluctant hero who overcomes his

I used to run far from reading, School didn’t dispel that feeling. Until your words worked open that door Hogwarts, I could never have explored. Your words were already read by them all I was curious but careless most of

Life is a pendulum That swings between Life and death With rhythm of the heart Open to the river of life Fling into its music Each passing moment Spicing up life with love Life is not infinite Every skip of

“You’ll be safe, I promise”, reassured his mum. “But its not you who’ll end up sat on your bum!” A conversation they’d had most every week but it didn’t make his knees feel any less weak. “Now come along, Harry,

Hi Daniel, There once was a man living high on a mountain whose name was Harry Mt. St. Helen was threatening to blow its top, and everyone started to worry Harry had been there 60 years and thought he would

(1) Poetry is holding eternity by its front curl, each time it passes through a transitory flicker. It is seeing all winters in just a refraction of a water drop. It is your face blushing whenever a firefly flames its

Is it near the fringes of the metropolis Concrete, near the shapeless brink of muddy smell, near the unfringed openness where saltish waves begin to kiss? Can it be saved, since it is sadly snarled, crumpled, half-eaten by a warped

Santa ! Santa ! Please come today, As a wish my heart wants to convey, I want a robot car Lamborghini less the none, With one Thor’s hammer and a laser gun, The same suit that Harry Potter wear, With

Why it should happen the parting of ways? Between the will to arrive and the goal? Between the unlearning and contempt, lies a tale. Terror. Petrifying fear ………., doggedly I was defending the door. Inspite of the terrible blows I

A toxic tongue laps the ocean and fish goes to sleep at bottom. I do not know from where to start. A distraught candle flickers. The blast victim was pregnant and the foetal head got severed off in womb. There

The weeping of a mother The hard, cold face of a heartless father Poor little you, barely kicking inside Mama is about to throw you aside Let’s not blame mama, good beautiful mama Let’s blame papa, for his empty promises,

During the time before television came to our home, My dad sat there in his car on a dark Southern night. And I was somewhere close by, enjoying a wonderful Game of Major League Baseball on the radio. O, there

I’m not my own kind, but a unique human I can’t settle for good, when I can be awesome I have a smile that is charged and infectious I dance with absolute abandon and joy I’m a free soul with

Will the Twenty First Century be the end for Homo Sapiens? Can human minds and psyches stand up to the speed of change being metered out? Today, we make more decisions in a day than were made one hundred years

A child runs fast to catch his school bus While he is still chewing on a bread crust He throws down his heavy bag Even though he has forgotten Three books, his lunch box and his badge He scratches his

Oft have I heard the preachers say, ‘Time n tide wait for none ‘ This is false, quite untrue, ‘Cause time n tide do wait for someone Memories flash, moments of joy, A glint of smile, a fateful cry; your

That essence Those hands, that body that caresses who breastfeeds us that gives us life starting an eternal struggle who always leaves his teachings Their loves his consolations That essence that multiplies in the sister, in the aunt, in the

World and Time, you monkeyed Me into a decrepit and cold-moneyed Ape – How, transmigrated old babe, I grow distantly hard as a nail And thereby hangs the tail-end of my tale: Fate – Hangs me upon a use-by date;

turn up the stereo so everyone goes to hear the song of lil Pump know bust up the beat to promote its tempo take you to places you need to go flirting with fire coming down to the wire a

“Innocence looks through a window of crystal clear glass, there is no reflection, just perfect vision of clarity….. For it is through the eyes of a child that truth is captured, no shadows of grey…just pure simplicity. A child’s soul

What can sound better than birds? Chirping on a bright sunny morning. And clouds dancing without a care, In the hazy sky above. What can look better than flowers? Blooming in all their glory and fragrance. And bees hovering above

Under the warmth of summery stars And old, bored ceiling fan That help the heat descend From our cemented roof Onto our old wooden bed, Let us put our past and our clothes Behind the night. Let us play the

Oh God, you amuse us, you are ever so funny You take pains to make our day warm and sunny; Then you give us the night, soft and soothing as honey Prolific gifts you give us, without charging a penny.

I hope that one day this new generation which has access to the accumulated knowledge of almost every generation before will learn the pleasure of sitting outside on a warm summer’s night in near-perfect darkness and telling stories not in

O my Valentine….a sound with pleasant smile For the sad faces It seems like exile Having a relish love They look like a dove Taste you too…. Nothing I can do That’s so peculiar That’s so unfamiliar Except you, nothing

Today, my friend, You mirrored those hurts, Those painful struggles, Those heartbreaks, sighs and cries, Yet, you hid your tears, Smiled, And even laughed, Cracking jokes, As if I don’t know What you helplessly tried, Dear dear friend, I know

As long as I am breathing Till the moment I am alive I will not lose hope I will fight, I will strive Unless my eyes are closed forever Until the time of my life is over my belief will

My get up and go has got up and gone, Today is here and yesterday’s gone, I should be grateful that I opened my eyes, I should be thanking God I’m alive. I have so many plans I must fulfil,

I knew one day will arise Nothing to be so surprise All I will lose you being mine Love in my heart won’t ever shine I believe I did nothing wrong Staying in love with you so long Wish I

Black and white Like the colour of the colobus in Colorado Make me of Black Magic think. Witches that bring about white things. Black and white How can black ever rule the white? When even the darkness vamoose From the

Alone to witness the crash I invited the moon to walk with me on the harsh terrain of the agony of a poem, I wanted to give it as a collateral for a shadow, who has moved away from me.

I love you as one loves strange islands, unknown, unheard, mysterious as unread letters. I love you as one loves certain mornings, happy to be introduced, to be part of their birth. I love you as one loves birds, their

Rebel without a cause and bad to the bone In his white tight t-shirt and back pocket comb Oooh well I think you were one real cool dude… But of course there was more to you than That ever did

The skies smiled above, The moon peeped through the cracks, Clouds black than usual, A new life arrival waited, A pain so enormous, She bore it courageously, This life had to survive, This life wasn’t hers anymore, But every ones’

Crimson tulips,scarlet roses, Snow-white roses with beautiful posies. Gorgeous fairies in flamboyant gowns, Always cheerful and happy,they never frown. Yellow buttercups and pink azaleas, Hibiscus and bright coloured bougainvilleas, Spreading on the walls of the lush green lawns. As if

Most dabbled indulgences are not means to any end Attempts just plain perhaps for old afflictions to mend Each day breaks new dawn again onto the cyclical night Waited more than my share for reversal of chronic plight Weary of

While the last hours set in motion I lend my memories for praising The moments of the year for dazing Much as I was stumped in my action. It isn’t the best I’ll ever come across; I bet, it’s the

The Sun on my hands a shaft of light from somewhere. I first felt the warmth then the heat, the hands perspire the ray lights up countless jewels Diamond crusted gloves on moulded clay. Hands caressed each other, for time’s

Sperms spilled on thighs When moon was hung over trees To engage reverberations, Contesting erratic moods Outside echoes Stitching white milk into black tears, It was not for the deliverance From pain of separation And drink the eyes: The waves

All I feel is sorrow. Without your love I am sure there will be no tomorrow. Your love seems to only bring me pain. It is like a stinging rain. You lie and cheat. All I feel is utter defeat.

Please don’t stop me, my love, let me lie down and kiss the ground, let me taste the taste of freedom on my tongue and remember my past no more. Let my tears mingle with the sand and the sun