Poems about Harry


№ 1196139

Effing Harry

He sees in you
What you always
Wanted to be seen as


Its both awesome
And annoying

Get a Harry in your life


Author: Samuel Jones-Gallagher
Date: 25/03/2020

№ 1189706

I'm a Harry Potter Fan

Harry Potter marathons

Keeps my mind going strong

Feeds my imagination

Hogwarts is my destination

Fun times can be found

Magical abilities will abound

Harry has a path to follow

Leading up to Deathly Hallows

Ron and Hermione his best friends

Stick with him to the bitter end

Dumbledore a blessing to behold

Guides Harry as his life unfolds

Snape was such a scoundrel

Turns out he's quite wonderful

In the end you will see

There's nothing better than family

fan,  harry,  potter.

Author: Teri Bennett
Date: 19/03/2020

№ 1179193

My Slam Poem About Harry Potter

The gusts of wind rustle through his dark hair as he rides his broomstick
In the search of the golden snitch – In the search of the ferrety golden snitch.
And in his mind whizzes past an image – at lightning speed, very swiftly,
As his expert eyes go after the small shiny metallic ball.

The Nimbus 2000 he once owned has now been replaced with another
In the attempt to make him quicker – In the attempt to make him quicker.
His eyes look like his mother Lily's – His father James was a Seeker,
This is an analogy of a natural case of heredity in Harry.

The old broomstick Nimbus 2000 he owned was broken into pieces
In his third year at the school of magic – In his third year at Hogwarts.
Dementors attacked him – in the Quidditch pitch during a match,
And he fell several feet below from air before Dumbledore saved him.

harry,  poem,  potter,  slam.

Author: Au MEr Atul Kaushal
Date: 10/03/2020

№ 1175082


You are the Austin to my Uniqua
You meet me in the backyard
Pablo watches from inside the house
Tasha cries in the corner
And your still here
But Anthony's not


Author: foot fat
Date: 06/03/2020

№ 1163766

Harry the artist

Little harry hare he just long to be

A very famous artist like those from history

He bought himself some paints and a canvas too

Then he bought some colors there were quite a few

Got himself some brushes and an easel stand

Everything he needed he was in command

He sat down by the river with its scenery

Then began to paint an artist now was he

He painted all the background as far as he could see

Then he painted birds sat up in a tree

He used many colors to make his painting bright

With a big blue sky with lots of clouds so white.

He felt very proud about his painting skill

Painting works of art gave him such a thrill

He took it to an auction the bidding it went high

Up and up it went nearly touched the sky.

The little hare was happy very rich was he

He had got his fame like those from history

artist,  harry.

Date: 25/02/2020

№ 1154578

When Harry Met Sally Syndrome Rant

/* sigh */

I shouldn't have to worry much
About inviting a colleague out to lunch.
I shouldn't have to second guess
Whether or not to wear a dress.
I shouldn't have to keep open doors
Regardless if it's mine or yours.
I shouldn't be concerned with what you'll think
If I make a comment on your ink.
I should never have to hesitate -
A beer after work is not a date!!!

I just want to be totally genuine
And know you guys can just be friends.
It's lonely always being the only girl -
This stupid dance just makes me hurl.

I just wish I could finally be free of
This fear of giving you the wrong idea.

harry,  met,  rant,  sally,  syndrome.

Author: Jeannie Kristufek Hawrysz
Date: 16/02/2020

№ 1121263

This poem is for Harry.....

What Harry says I dont have a clue...
I do not understand its point of view...
Hungry perhaps? but haven't I just fed you?
Tell me Harry... I really don't know what to do

All you do is play and sleep
You MEOWS till its time for you to eat
One day you scarred my tender back
No peace at all when I watch T V

I walk to the kitchen you follows me around...
On the dining table you walk round and round...
I am mad, Throw you to the ground...
You keep coming back and your eyes... your eyes are so wide and round...
Oh Harry come around...
And fight again for a position upon my head...

harry,  poem.

Author: Sharina Saad
Date: 17/01/2020

№ 1107231

Battle Brave Young Harry Potter

He approached the castle, wand in hand,
That cool, dark, and creepy night.
The Dark lord's presence fouled his thoughts,
He felt something was not quite right.
Through fire, wind, earth, and water
Battled brave young Harry Potter.

He had a plan ready for him
But not alone would he stand
For with his friends at his back
They would rid the darkness from this land.
Through fire, wind, earth, and water
Battled brave young Harry Potter.

Tricked by those who still walked the dark path
He watched his god-father breathe his last
Then picked up his wand from where it lay
And readied for a mighty blast.
Through fire, wind, earth, and water
Battled brave young Harry Potter.

The dark lord cast at the same time
Brave Harry held his wand true and right
As the spirits of all the Dark lord killed
Were released, at last, into the night.
Through fire, wind, earth, and water
Battled brave young Harry Potter.

battle,  brave,  harry,  potter,  young.

Author: Arun Ajmera
Date: 04/01/2020