The Collective Works of Harry Potter's Poetry

Hello to the reader,

My name is Harry Potter, and I am hoping to sign up for the Poetic Alley Poetry Association, or the PAPA, next month. I have gathered together a few poems I have written over the years, and I would like to get feedback on them. I hope you enjoy the seventeen poems I have in this set, plus a few random comments I have thrown in. Please tell me whether these are PAPA material or not.

With regards to the fact that you are reading,

Harry J. Potter.

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Wnad Wand

My wand is a lovely Wnad

What is a Wnad, you say?

A Wnad is me

A Wnad is you

A Wnad is a wand

And I love my Wnad

Like I love my wand.

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Ma Likki Likki

I traveled to the island

Of Likki Likki

For my vacation this year.

I went with a dog

A cat and a goldfish

Who ran away last year?

When we came back from

Likki Likki.

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Schnoogle

In the muggle world

Is there muggle magic?

In the magic world

Are there wizard technologies?

Well,

Schnoogle whoever said that.

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Quesadilla Pasa?

I love quesadillas

When I sit at my desk

And eat

And eat

I like to eat cheese

In the Great Hall

And eat

And eat.

Pasa the time?

I need

To eat

And eat

And eat.

Drinking Cards

When you play rummy

Do you play rum?

When you play gin

Do you play Ginny?

Wait, don't answer that question.

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On Guard

Every time I wear my cloak

I am on guard.

Every time I see my folk,

I am on guard.

Every time I see a girl,

I am on guard.

Every time I'm about to hurl,

I am on guard.

Every time I go in class,

I am on guard.

Every time I wipe my...eyes,

I am on guard.

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Evil

People talk of evil

But people never fight it.

People fear evil

But people are never near it.

People want to be evil

But they will never be it.

I have known true evil

And it is one ugly guy.

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Freckles

Freckles are red dots

That cover faces.

They look funny

On my best friend

And his sister.

But I don't care

Because freckles are not contagious

And they

Will

Never

Hurt

Me.

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Pensieve

Pensieve, Pensieve, in the bowl,

Who has magic, which is dull?

Can I be who people think?

Or shall I pour you and have a drink?

I make no sense, do I?

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My Name (Acrostic)

Hair of black

Arry to French people

Runs really fast

Rides a broom

Young.

Poots a lot

Only I can beat Voldemort

These eyes are green

This scar is annoying

Everyone stares at me

Realize it's not because I'm cute.

....

Even though I am.

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Dudley

Dudley is ugly,

Dudley is fat,

Dudley is stupid,

And tough, at that.

Dudley is pinkish,

Dudley is blond,

Dudley hates sports,

And alas, he is wrong.

Dudley hates you,

Dudley hates me,

Dudley is coming,

I suggest we flee.

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Boing

Springs go 'Boing'

Strings go 'Boing'

Rubber bands go 'Boing'

Farts go 'Boing'.

...

Wait...what?

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Boy and Dragon

When Fliggy Moop was little

He always wanted to fly

But he was small and not so tall

An ordinary guy

And then one day he found a rock

And polished it with glee

That night a dragon hatched from it

And it was set free.

Fliggy watched it fly around

And wished that he had wings

So that, he too, could fly like that

And see very many things.

Alas, one day, the dragon grew.

And it was bigger than his house.

So Fliggy Moop hopped up on it

He looked smaller that a mouse.

As the dragon flew, Fliggy did

And when the dragon slept

Fliggy Moop lay down to sleep

After that, he never wept.

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Time Turner

Time Turner,

Back Turner.

Time Turner,

Will Turner.

Time Turner,

Pancake Turner.

Time Turner,

Car Turner.

Time Turner,

Wand Turner.

Time Turner,

Wnad Turner.

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What Happens?

What happens when...

Milk goes sour?

What happens when...

Rolls go dour?

What happens when...

A wand snaps?

What happens when...

The wind flaps?

What happens when...

I bore you to death?

What happens when...

Hey, really, I'm not boring you, am I?

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Young and Old

Me, young

You, young

Us, young

Antiques, old

Hogwarts, old

Polyester zipper jackets, old

Babies, young

Saplings, young

Flower buds, young

Geezers, old

Coca Cola, old

Platform shoes, old

The dead, unknown

Life, unknown

It all, unknown

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The End

The end of a life

The end of a car

The end of a sentence

The end of a word

The end of a relationship

The end of a friend

The end of a war

The end of a utopia

The end of a bigot

The end of a bread roll

The end of a pizza

The end of an ice cream carton

The end of a doctor's appointment

The end of a movie

The end of a performance

The end of a segment

The end of a wall

The end of a line

The end of this set of poems.

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Hello to the reader again,

Thank you for reading my poems. There is a review button below, and I hope you will give me feedback on whether my poems are good enough for PAPA.

I will thank each and every person who reviews these poems in my next set, which (hopefully) will be entered for the PAPA Pot Luck Dinner next month.

Your names will, I repeat, WILL, be mentioned in poems, and I wish you happy writing!

With more regards than the last time,

Harry J. Potter.