MOD NOTE: From this point, let's try having separate threads for "H/H Poems" (this one) and "H/H Songs".
Related Thread: H/H Songs & Poems Archive III
~gal-texter 23Feb2004
Because It's Pumpkin Pie
- two poems, one from Hermione and one from Harry
Full Version: Poems - your H/H Poems
Yep, another poem. I actually wrote this on Monday but haven't had time to post it here. So here you go 
Short, weird poem from me. In Harry’s POV about him and Hermione. Yet another plot bunny that wouldn’t leave me alone.
One
I like to think of us as one.
One.
A mere simple number that can change everything we know
and the world – just like that
In one minute.
One second.
One millesecond.
One time, it doesn’t matter
A mere number that means so little, yet means so much
Something that’s significant to most people and insignificant to others
To me, it’s significant
Such a small number can mean so much, can mean so many things
all at once
One and one make two –
A half and a half make a whole.
One is a whole; one thing.
One whole.
Two people acting as one, sharing the same thought, the same feeling
the same knowing of something
Two people as one.
That’s why I like to think of us as one -
we are One.
Hey Lally! How have you been?
And that's good to hear - but hey, we've been waiting for this contest for ages, so we didn't waste any time entering. *grin*
Short, weird poem from me. In Harry’s POV about him and Hermione. Yet another plot bunny that wouldn’t leave me alone.
One
I like to think of us as one.
One.
A mere simple number that can change everything we know
and the world – just like that
In one minute.
One second.
One millesecond.
One time, it doesn’t matter
A mere number that means so little, yet means so much
Something that’s significant to most people and insignificant to others
To me, it’s significant
Such a small number can mean so much, can mean so many things
all at once
One and one make two –
A half and a half make a whole.
One is a whole; one thing.
One whole.
Two people acting as one, sharing the same thought, the same feeling
the same knowing of something
Two people as one.
That’s why I like to think of us as one -
we are One.
QUOTE(Lally)
i also dropped by to marvel at how this thread has grown, and to encourage all the regular posters to this thread to work on their entries and post them to the "submissions" thread as soon as they can. some of you have already done so, and i have to say that it felt really good to see your work there 
.
.Hey Lally! How have you been?
And that's good to hear - but hey, we've been waiting for this contest for ages, so we didn't waste any time entering. *grin*
Reality
Her mouth tugged into that wondrous smile
A gentle curve
Slowly she whips her head around
This makes him forget
Of any bland thought
What he was going to do today
Or what his actions of yesterday caused
His hands grasp his seat tightly
A numb feeling passes over
Yet he gapes and does not notice
For his gaze is following her every move
The flowing pattern of her movements
The glow emitting from her
Her perky nose
And the curling luminous hair
Perhaps she wasn’t what men envisioned
On those lonely nights
Where a glass of vodka sat by their hand
Or the illusions he once had
when he dreamt of she
The one whose face was masked
The dreams that made him scream
Out to the darkness of the canopy sky
Maybe his artificial influence of exactly who she was
Were not correct
Maybe he dreamt of a blonde hair woman
With eyes of sea colored blue
Yes
But this made the difference
Of recognizing reality from mere mirages
Watching her casually lick her lips
And her ink stained hands grasping that quill
How much did he now crave
To be be part of that charm bracelet she cherished deeply
How much did he want her to smile back at him
With that added in secretive twinkle of knowing
Knowing what was felt between him and her
He preferred her wild brunette curls
Her smoldering eyes
To those of that presented woman of the media
She was his
As he was hers
And the difference between his once naive fallacy to this actuality
Of him and her
Made up for his wishful thinking
If his hopes were actually turned into
Reality
A/N: My plot bunnies struck again. Anyway this was my submission to the Poetry contest. I am now regretting sending it in.
Her mouth tugged into that wondrous smile
A gentle curve
Slowly she whips her head around
This makes him forget
Of any bland thought
What he was going to do today
Or what his actions of yesterday caused
His hands grasp his seat tightly
A numb feeling passes over
Yet he gapes and does not notice
For his gaze is following her every move
The flowing pattern of her movements
The glow emitting from her
Her perky nose
And the curling luminous hair
Perhaps she wasn’t what men envisioned
On those lonely nights
Where a glass of vodka sat by their hand
Or the illusions he once had
when he dreamt of she
The one whose face was masked
The dreams that made him scream
Out to the darkness of the canopy sky
Maybe his artificial influence of exactly who she was
Were not correct
Maybe he dreamt of a blonde hair woman
With eyes of sea colored blue
Yes
But this made the difference
Of recognizing reality from mere mirages
Watching her casually lick her lips
And her ink stained hands grasping that quill
How much did he now crave
To be be part of that charm bracelet she cherished deeply
How much did he want her to smile back at him
With that added in secretive twinkle of knowing
Knowing what was felt between him and her
He preferred her wild brunette curls
Her smoldering eyes
To those of that presented woman of the media
She was his
As he was hers
And the difference between his once naive fallacy to this actuality
Of him and her
Made up for his wishful thinking
If his hopes were actually turned into
Reality
A/N: My plot bunnies struck again. Anyway this was my submission to the Poetry contest. I am now regretting sending it in.
Loyality
The darkest clouds could come our way,
Blow the fiercest winds they may,
They won't lift my feet though,
I'm by your side, and I'll never let go.
Though the moon may never show again,
The light you bring will always remain,
I hope you see the love I hold for you,
In return, I hope you love me too.
Even if love you do not hold for me,
Let me be loyal, I will except it for thee,
I care for your happiness, I'll sacrifice my own,
I love you too much for you to be alone.
My new poem. I tried to get every two lines to rhyme...I think I did. It's from Hermione's POV. It's my guess on what she is doing. She tries to get Harry with Cho, when she actually likes him.
The darkest clouds could come our way,
Blow the fiercest winds they may,
They won't lift my feet though,
I'm by your side, and I'll never let go.
Though the moon may never show again,
The light you bring will always remain,
I hope you see the love I hold for you,
In return, I hope you love me too.
Even if love you do not hold for me,
Let me be loyal, I will except it for thee,
I care for your happiness, I'll sacrifice my own,
I love you too much for you to be alone.
My new poem. I tried to get every two lines to rhyme...I think I did. It's from Hermione's POV. It's my guess on what she is doing. She tries to get Harry with Cho, when she actually likes him.
*claps* Lovely poem yet again, soccerchick. And you rhymed every two lines, just to let you know. And, er, wow - it's been a while since I've submitted anything, hasn't it? Well, here's a poem that I wrote over vacation to sustain you all . . hopefully. It's depressing, but oh well - it has a semi happy ending. This is from Harry's POV - about him leaving Hermione.
Goodbye
The moment has finally come.
I'm going
and there's nothing more to say
except to bid each other adieu, a final farewell
a slight wave of the hand.
Or waving madly.
I don't want to leave -
I'd rather stay here for the rest of my life
Here. My home. Here with you.
But I know I can't.
I can't stay here.
It'll be torture
yet heavenly.
I can't stay
no matter how much you plead
how much you cry
I need to move on.
I have to let you go
even though
without you, I can't live.
We can't live without each other.
Now the time's come
I need to go
although my heart
tells me to stay.
My body's protesting
yet my feet are moving
Moving me far away from you
I can see
the tears in your eyes
that are threatening to spill any minute
Don't cry.
Don't cry for me.
Don't cry for yourself.
Don't cry for us.
Please don't cry.
Just don't.
One moment
and I didn't even know then
that we were saying goodbye.
What a fool I was then.
An utter fool.
No need to lament anymore now.
Why am I getting closer to you
instead of moving farther from you?
Then we both discover
It's hard to say goodbye.[/b]
And love the avatar, soccerchick.
Goodbye
The moment has finally come.
I'm going
and there's nothing more to say
except to bid each other adieu, a final farewell
a slight wave of the hand.
Or waving madly.
I don't want to leave -
I'd rather stay here for the rest of my life
Here. My home. Here with you.
But I know I can't.
I can't stay here.
It'll be torture
yet heavenly.
I can't stay
no matter how much you plead
how much you cry
I need to move on.
I have to let you go
even though
without you, I can't live.
We can't live without each other.
Now the time's come
I need to go
although my heart
tells me to stay.
My body's protesting
yet my feet are moving
Moving me far away from you
I can see
the tears in your eyes
that are threatening to spill any minute
Don't cry.
Don't cry for me.
Don't cry for yourself.
Don't cry for us.
Please don't cry.
Just don't.
One moment
and I didn't even know then
that we were saying goodbye.
What a fool I was then.
An utter fool.
No need to lament anymore now.
Why am I getting closer to you
instead of moving farther from you?
Then we both discover
It's hard to say goodbye.[/b]
And love the avatar, soccerchick.
Just thought it would be nice to share poetry that remind us of H/Hr...
To start...
I don't think I'm allowed to quote all of it here, so read the extract and whizz over to Minstrels to read the rest of it... it simply gives me warm and fuzzy feelings!
An extract from
Being Boring by Wendy Cope
...
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.
There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion-I've used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last,
If nothing much happens, I'm thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you're after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.
...
To start...
I don't think I'm allowed to quote all of it here, so read the extract and whizz over to Minstrels to read the rest of it... it simply gives me warm and fuzzy feelings!
An extract from
Being Boring by Wendy Cope
...
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.
There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion-I've used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last,
If nothing much happens, I'm thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you're after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.
...
*can hear people groaning* Yes, I'm back with another poem. Sue me for writing so much. 
This is based on my feelings for someone I know in RL. A bit angsty, but oh well. This is from Hermione's POV.
Hopeless
As I sit here writing this out
on a plain piece of paper –
it may seem that nothing special’s written out
To you it might not appear that way
Just a plain old piece of paper
with scribbles on it
and neatly folded where the red and blue lines
match up.
I’m honestly at a loss for words.
I don’t know what to say, what to write
on this dinky white piece of paper.
Should I write nonsense? Humor? A poem?
Thoughts fill my mind
always coming up with new questions
and other things to fill up a page.
What should I write to a person like you?
A bucktoothed nerdy bookworm
is all I am
I’m nothing special.
No, certainly not.
Why would you like me?
There’s plenty of other girls to choose from, all of them pretty
nice, smart and athletic.
What more could you ask for?
They are something
while I’m nothing.
Any sane boy, such as you, would be glad to
be with a girl like that
not some nerd outsider like me.
And I’m glad you see that,
even though I pretend to be glad
Besides, the very atrocious thought, let alone idea,
of us together, you and I,
is nothing but merely a fading dream that
I still clench desperately at
trying to grasp it, trying to make the dream real.
Sure, there’s nothing more that I want, other than
seeing you happy
even when it’s not with me
and instead someone else.
Still it makes me wonder –
how a person like you
would fit together with a geeky outcast like me.
Something worth wondering, isn’t it?
You, who lead such a carefree life
and do nothing except unknowingly, inadvertently torment me every single
day
with your presence
and the feelings you invoke within me –
go together with me,
the ugly outcast bookworm?
How completely laughable.
How ludicrous.
There’s a chance of it happening though, us.
But I doubt it’ll happen. Especially now.
Maybe it’ll happen, but you don’t want it to happen.
Maybe I should stop this constant hoping,
that one day soon you’ll see me
and accept me the way I am.
Maybe it wasn’t meant to happen after all.
There’s no use trying to pretend anymore.
I realized something, and here I am, trying to write it out to you.
Courage fails me to write it.
So what’s the point of all this rambling, you ask.
Just get to the point. It’s not that hard.
It doesn’t take much time.
And what am I doing writing this to you for?
No matter how much I want to, I can’t write it out.
No matter how much I try, I can’t write it.
No matter how much I have to, I can’t.
What I’m feeling. My feelings for you.
Feelings that have long been
harbored in my heart
kept secret
waiting for the right time for me to express them
aloud.
Feelings that I have never stopped feeling.
Denial didn’t help. It only made me realize
what exactly I feel for you, how deep my feelings go.
You’re shaking your head in disbelief as you read this, I know,
but it’s the harsh truth. I mean every word.
And it won’t stop me from saying what I have to say.
I’ve thought about it for a long time, believe me;
I just can’t help the way I feel
nor stop what I’m feeling.
It’ll always be there.
And although you don’t want to know it,
I have to say it
even if my feelings aren’t acknowledged or
returned by you.
Something compels me to say it,
and although you have to know, I need to say this.
So forgive me, if you have a heart to
since I have no idea how to say this
yet I have to say it.
I don’t care about your reaction, whatever it may be.
I just have to say this.
Before I summon the courage to, I have to ask you something
Something that I’ve been wondering for a while.
Your answer, whether it’d be harsh or not, will ease my mind.
If you decide not to answer, it’s perfectly fine with me.
Do you think of me as a somebody?
A person?
I’ll know your answer, if you give me one, whether it’d be a yes or a no.
Call it intuition, if you’d like.
Time’s running out,
and I have to lay my heart out on the table
ignoring the highly likely chance of being rejected.
Say to you what I’ve been feeling for the past five years
towards you
So now here I ask you, pencil trembling in hand as I write this, albeit shakily,
and awaiting your answer.
If you don’t have an answer, I won’t disturb you any longer
than I have already.
So here I ask, awaiting your reply –
Would you think of me as hopeless
since I’m in love with you?
Me is starting to like "Goodbye" better now. *sigh*
- Nitya
This is based on my feelings for someone I know in RL. A bit angsty, but oh well. This is from Hermione's POV.
Hopeless
As I sit here writing this out
on a plain piece of paper –
it may seem that nothing special’s written out
To you it might not appear that way
Just a plain old piece of paper
with scribbles on it
and neatly folded where the red and blue lines
match up.
I’m honestly at a loss for words.
I don’t know what to say, what to write
on this dinky white piece of paper.
Should I write nonsense? Humor? A poem?
Thoughts fill my mind
always coming up with new questions
and other things to fill up a page.
What should I write to a person like you?
A bucktoothed nerdy bookworm
is all I am
I’m nothing special.
No, certainly not.
Why would you like me?
There’s plenty of other girls to choose from, all of them pretty
nice, smart and athletic.
What more could you ask for?
They are something
while I’m nothing.
Any sane boy, such as you, would be glad to
be with a girl like that
not some nerd outsider like me.
And I’m glad you see that,
even though I pretend to be glad
Besides, the very atrocious thought, let alone idea,
of us together, you and I,
is nothing but merely a fading dream that
I still clench desperately at
trying to grasp it, trying to make the dream real.
Sure, there’s nothing more that I want, other than
seeing you happy
even when it’s not with me
and instead someone else.
Still it makes me wonder –
how a person like you
would fit together with a geeky outcast like me.
Something worth wondering, isn’t it?
You, who lead such a carefree life
and do nothing except unknowingly, inadvertently torment me every single
day
with your presence
and the feelings you invoke within me –
go together with me,
the ugly outcast bookworm?
How completely laughable.
How ludicrous.
There’s a chance of it happening though, us.
But I doubt it’ll happen. Especially now.
Maybe it’ll happen, but you don’t want it to happen.
Maybe I should stop this constant hoping,
that one day soon you’ll see me
and accept me the way I am.
Maybe it wasn’t meant to happen after all.
There’s no use trying to pretend anymore.
I realized something, and here I am, trying to write it out to you.
Courage fails me to write it.
So what’s the point of all this rambling, you ask.
Just get to the point. It’s not that hard.
It doesn’t take much time.
And what am I doing writing this to you for?
No matter how much I want to, I can’t write it out.
No matter how much I try, I can’t write it.
No matter how much I have to, I can’t.
What I’m feeling. My feelings for you.
Feelings that have long been
harbored in my heart
kept secret
waiting for the right time for me to express them
aloud.
Feelings that I have never stopped feeling.
Denial didn’t help. It only made me realize
what exactly I feel for you, how deep my feelings go.
You’re shaking your head in disbelief as you read this, I know,
but it’s the harsh truth. I mean every word.
And it won’t stop me from saying what I have to say.
I’ve thought about it for a long time, believe me;
I just can’t help the way I feel
nor stop what I’m feeling.
It’ll always be there.
And although you don’t want to know it,
I have to say it
even if my feelings aren’t acknowledged or
returned by you.
Something compels me to say it,
and although you have to know, I need to say this.
So forgive me, if you have a heart to
since I have no idea how to say this
yet I have to say it.
I don’t care about your reaction, whatever it may be.
I just have to say this.
Before I summon the courage to, I have to ask you something
Something that I’ve been wondering for a while.
Your answer, whether it’d be harsh or not, will ease my mind.
If you decide not to answer, it’s perfectly fine with me.
Do you think of me as a somebody?
A person?
I’ll know your answer, if you give me one, whether it’d be a yes or a no.
Call it intuition, if you’d like.
Time’s running out,
and I have to lay my heart out on the table
ignoring the highly likely chance of being rejected.
Say to you what I’ve been feeling for the past five years
towards you
So now here I ask you, pencil trembling in hand as I write this, albeit shakily,
and awaiting your answer.
If you don’t have an answer, I won’t disturb you any longer
than I have already.
So here I ask, awaiting your reply –
Would you think of me as hopeless
since I’m in love with you?
Me is starting to like "Goodbye" better now. *sigh*
- Nitya
Being Boring by Wendy Cope
If you ask me 'What's new?', I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it's better today.
I'm content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.
There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion-I've used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last,
If nothing much happens, I'm thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you're after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.
I don't go to parties. Well, what are they for,
If you don't need to find a new lover?
You drink and you listen and drink a bit more
And you take the next day to recover.
Someone to stay home with was all my desire
And, now that I've found a safe mooring,
I've just one ambition in life: I aspire
To go on and on being boring.
from Minstrels
If you ask me 'What's new?', I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it's better today.
I'm content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.
There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion-I've used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last,
If nothing much happens, I'm thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you're after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.
I don't go to parties. Well, what are they for,
If you don't need to find a new lover?
You drink and you listen and drink a bit more
And you take the next day to recover.
Someone to stay home with was all my desire
And, now that I've found a safe mooring,
I've just one ambition in life: I aspire
To go on and on being boring.
from Minstrels
<a haiku... so no names given>
Lightning Strikes Once More
Into the Bookworm's Great Heart
With True, Pure Magic
Lightning Strikes Once More
Into the Bookworm's Great Heart
With True, Pure Magic
These two pomes were quoted in my posts on bluebell charm in pumpkinpie's army forum.
| QUOTE |
| I hid my love by John Clare 1793-1864 - an English poet I hid my love when young while I Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly I hid my love to my despite Till I could not bear to look at light I dare not gaze upon her face But left her memory in each place Where ere I saw a wild flower lie I kissed and bade my love goodbye I met her in the greenest dells Where dew drops pearl the wood bluebells The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye The bee kissed and went singing by A sunbeam found a passage there A gold chain round her neck so fair As secret as the wild bee's song She lay there all the summer long I hid my love in field and town Till e'en the breeze would knock me down The bees seemed singing ballads l'er The fly's buss turned a Lion's roar And even silence found a tongue To haunt me all the summer long The riddle nature could not prove Was nothing else but secret love |
Why, Harry? We all know you love her, no need to hide it anymore.
young - best friends since 11, that was young.
bluebell charm - Hermione's speciality.
lion - Griffindor house symbol.
summer - dwelling in his feelings during the summer before his sixth year at Hogworts?
another great classic verse mentioned the bluebell:
| QUOTE |
| If Only Thou Art True George Barlow (b. 1847) -- British poet IF only a single rose is left, Why should the summer pine? A blade of grass in a rocky cleft; A single star to shine. —Why should I sorrow if all be lost, If only thou art mine? If only a single bluebell gleams Bright on the barren heath, Still of that flower the Summer dreams, Not of his August wreath. —Why should I sorrow if thou art mine, Love, beyond change and death? If only once on a wintry day The sun shines forth in the blue, He gladdens the groves till they laugh as in May And dream of the touch of the dew. —Why should I sorrow if all be false, If only thou art true? |
Too ture, Harry. Hermione is your only star, your single bluebell... Shouldn't you havd realised it sooner?
hey,, i wrote this poem sometime last year.. i just registered so i only posted it today..
BTW, its in hermione's pov..
You Finally Said, I Love You
The stars tonight were unusually bright,
They reflect your eyes, just right.
So green,
Yet never unseen…
We sat beside the lake,
Thinking what’ll be our fate…
The lake’s so clear,
As our thoughts stayed unclear…
You held my hand,
Through the years…
Waiting for your chance,
To remove my greatest fear…
You were there,
Through the hardships,
And through the cheers…
You never left my side…
Always there…
Always there…
Your smile changed my life,
You grin makes my sun rise…
Your words enlightens my day,
“So beautiful,” you always say…
Suddenly,
As you turned to face me ever so slowly…
You gently tilted my face for me to see you smiling weakly...
As you leaned down not so swiftly,
My heart continued to pound very fiercely…
My eyes fluttered close,
As I felt your lips upon mine…
There were no fireworks in my mind,
As I expected…
My brain wasn’t shutting down,
As I predicted…
There were only two things…
Happiness… and contentment…
I slowly opened my eyes,
As we reluctantly pull apart,
I could still feel your warm breath against my lips,
As your smile quickly melts my heart…
My mind and soul joined together,
As I joyfully read your lips,
“I love you,” you finally said…
My tears started to pour out…
And our destinies reunited as one…
Because I realized:
We had fallen in love with each other…
Yet again…
BTW, its in hermione's pov..
You Finally Said, I Love You
The stars tonight were unusually bright,
They reflect your eyes, just right.
So green,
Yet never unseen…
We sat beside the lake,
Thinking what’ll be our fate…
The lake’s so clear,
As our thoughts stayed unclear…
You held my hand,
Through the years…
Waiting for your chance,
To remove my greatest fear…
You were there,
Through the hardships,
And through the cheers…
You never left my side…
Always there…
Always there…
Your smile changed my life,
You grin makes my sun rise…
Your words enlightens my day,
“So beautiful,” you always say…
Suddenly,
As you turned to face me ever so slowly…
You gently tilted my face for me to see you smiling weakly...
As you leaned down not so swiftly,
My heart continued to pound very fiercely…
My eyes fluttered close,
As I felt your lips upon mine…
There were no fireworks in my mind,
As I expected…
My brain wasn’t shutting down,
As I predicted…
There were only two things…
Happiness… and contentment…
I slowly opened my eyes,
As we reluctantly pull apart,
I could still feel your warm breath against my lips,
As your smile quickly melts my heart…
My mind and soul joined together,
As I joyfully read your lips,
“I love you,” you finally said…
My tears started to pour out…
And our destinies reunited as one…
Because I realized:
We had fallen in love with each other…
Yet again…
"My words are all there
in everything I do
if you look closely
you'll see all the clues"
----------------------------
"I'm waiting for you
In my little world
I'm wishing for you
In my sweet dreams
Hold me so tight
Save me from all evil
Hold me so close
and love me forever"
I know this is not that good....compared to yours but is jsut something I wrote during my literature class
bad me 
ETA: Couldn't add an other post so I'm editing this one to ad this little stuff I've wrote the other day:
“Try”
I’ve tried to change the world after understanding I couldn’t change myself. Should be the other way around coz the world was first before me. But I keep trying and keep failing. Now, I’m a bossy know-it-all just looking for my hero. I’ve tried to found him thought he was somebody else. But tired of trying I’ve fallen for the most unbelievable one…you. Not the willing but the marked one. I’ve tried to took the easy way out but I’ve found myself trapped here with you nobody else. How could that be? Coz I’ve tried to change what no one can change…love (itself). I can even change the time and make my mind but I’ll keep trying to change my heart and keep failing miserable. Coz there are some things that are meant to be even if we try…and you are one of them.
Enjoy!
People! We need more poems!
in everything I do
if you look closely
you'll see all the clues"
----------------------------
"I'm waiting for you
In my little world
I'm wishing for you
In my sweet dreams
Hold me so tight
Save me from all evil
Hold me so close
and love me forever"
I know this is not that good....compared to yours but is jsut something I wrote during my literature class
bad me ETA: Couldn't add an other post so I'm editing this one to ad this little stuff I've wrote the other day:
“Try”
I’ve tried to change the world after understanding I couldn’t change myself. Should be the other way around coz the world was first before me. But I keep trying and keep failing. Now, I’m a bossy know-it-all just looking for my hero. I’ve tried to found him thought he was somebody else. But tired of trying I’ve fallen for the most unbelievable one…you. Not the willing but the marked one. I’ve tried to took the easy way out but I’ve found myself trapped here with you nobody else. How could that be? Coz I’ve tried to change what no one can change…love (itself). I can even change the time and make my mind but I’ll keep trying to change my heart and keep failing miserable. Coz there are some things that are meant to be even if we try…and you are one of them.
Enjoy!
People! We need more poems!
Here is an H/Hr poem that I just wrote. Kind of bad, but it will do.
My Angel
My angel is not an ordinary one
With hundreds of suitors, radient as the sun
She’s not what most men would think of as pretty
And she’s not all that funny or particularly witty
She’s loud unevasive and bold
Can sometimes be cold
She’s brilliant, ‘tis true
When you don’t have a clue
But she thinks she is right
Her voice can have a bite
Yet my angel is my everything
She fills my every being
She’s one of a kind
With her brilliant mind
I’m lost without her
I know that I need her
She’s all that I am and want to be
With her beside me, I finally see
Together we’re one and so much more
I cannot wait to see what’s in store
My angel is not an ordinary one
With rippling muscles he strengthens for fun
He doesn’t always do quite what he should
His work doesn’t seem to be what it could
He’s quiet and evasive, holding things in
It takes some work to bring out his grin
His future’s uncertain, he really could die
For reasons I won’t say ‘cause you know why
He builds up a wall
He’s scared of it all
Yet my angel is my everything
He fills my every being
There’s none like my Harry
More special than a fairy
More brave than any creature
In many ways my teacher
The one who makes me calm
He’s like a magic balm
He’s mine and we’re one
Our lives have just begun
My Angel
My angel is not an ordinary one
With hundreds of suitors, radient as the sun
She’s not what most men would think of as pretty
And she’s not all that funny or particularly witty
She’s loud unevasive and bold
Can sometimes be cold
She’s brilliant, ‘tis true
When you don’t have a clue
But she thinks she is right
Her voice can have a bite
Yet my angel is my everything
She fills my every being
She’s one of a kind
With her brilliant mind
I’m lost without her
I know that I need her
She’s all that I am and want to be
With her beside me, I finally see
Together we’re one and so much more
I cannot wait to see what’s in store
My angel is not an ordinary one
With rippling muscles he strengthens for fun
He doesn’t always do quite what he should
His work doesn’t seem to be what it could
He’s quiet and evasive, holding things in
It takes some work to bring out his grin
His future’s uncertain, he really could die
For reasons I won’t say ‘cause you know why
He builds up a wall
He’s scared of it all
Yet my angel is my everything
He fills my every being
There’s none like my Harry
More special than a fairy
More brave than any creature
In many ways my teacher
The one who makes me calm
He’s like a magic balm
He’s mine and we’re one
Our lives have just begun
My second poem of the night.
Despair and Hope
Where do I go, where do I turn to
Nothing is there, no one can see
The future is looming, closer every day
It brings with it my destiny, to kill or to die
How can I do it, how can I stop him
Is it even possible, why must this be me?
I cannot tell, none could understand
The things that I fear, what I must do
A shadow of me is all that they see
A hero, a baby, they don’t see the man
They want me to do what they cannot do
Yet the hound me and hate me and worship me too
Even the ones who see past all that
Don’t see the pain, don’t see the fear
All are blind, I am all alone
I need help, I cannot do this all
Alone no more, there is one who is there
A woman who sees, a woman who knows
My logic, my rock, my comfort, my need
The one who forces the truth from me
Who sees past the things that I want
To see the things I need
She gives me strength to persevere
She gives me hope for a future and life
Forever suddenly doesn’t seem a dream
I want to live, have kids, grow old
With her at my side, anything is possible
A life of surprises, each day at a time
Hermione, my Hermione, my one and only love
I want you to know all that you mean to me
I want you to know that without you I am lost
But together we can survive, one being stronger than two
Despair and Hope
Where do I go, where do I turn to
Nothing is there, no one can see
The future is looming, closer every day
It brings with it my destiny, to kill or to die
How can I do it, how can I stop him
Is it even possible, why must this be me?
I cannot tell, none could understand
The things that I fear, what I must do
A shadow of me is all that they see
A hero, a baby, they don’t see the man
They want me to do what they cannot do
Yet the hound me and hate me and worship me too
Even the ones who see past all that
Don’t see the pain, don’t see the fear
All are blind, I am all alone
I need help, I cannot do this all
Alone no more, there is one who is there
A woman who sees, a woman who knows
My logic, my rock, my comfort, my need
The one who forces the truth from me
Who sees past the things that I want
To see the things I need
She gives me strength to persevere
She gives me hope for a future and life
Forever suddenly doesn’t seem a dream
I want to live, have kids, grow old
With her at my side, anything is possible
A life of surprises, each day at a time
Hermione, my Hermione, my one and only love
I want you to know all that you mean to me
I want you to know that without you I am lost
But together we can survive, one being stronger than two
QUOTE(star22 @ Aug 25 2004, 12:34 PM) 
My Angel
That was sweet. I love how you have them talking about each other. Not just Harry talking about Hermione or vice versa.
Mod Note The following 2 posts come originally from this thread:Harry's Subconscious feelings towards Hermione, H--->Hr in OOTP. Since the PA Forum is not for posting poems I've moved these posts into this thread ~Mirtilla
I love this essay, but it kinda struck me funny today because today I was writing a poem about Harry's subconscious feelings, and this came along. Kinda funny...anyway i love all these examples...here's my poem if anyone wants it by the way lol.
Do you believe in magic?
The wonders that love can bring
He does, and he knows it
But only in his subconscious mind
Everything she’s done for him
Everything he’s done in return
A kiss on the cheek, a cling of the arm.
But only in his subconscious mind
If she fell, would he fall harder?
If she cried, would he be crying too?
If she died, he would die
But only in his subconscious mind
Has he fallen head over heals?
For she’s the voice in his head
The one who’s in his heart
But only in his subconscious mind
~MirtillaI love this essay, but it kinda struck me funny today because today I was writing a poem about Harry's subconscious feelings, and this came along. Kinda funny...anyway i love all these examples...here's my poem if anyone wants it by the way lol.
Do you believe in magic?
The wonders that love can bring
He does, and he knows it
But only in his subconscious mind
Everything she’s done for him
Everything he’s done in return
A kiss on the cheek, a cling of the arm.
But only in his subconscious mind
If she fell, would he fall harder?
If she cried, would he be crying too?
If she died, he would die
But only in his subconscious mind
Has he fallen head over heals?
For she’s the voice in his head
The one who’s in his heart
But only in his subconscious mind
Thanks Harry_n_Hermione4ever_. That's a really nice poem that you've written there. I like the way you haven't made it rhyme since that would make it daft and detract from what the Harry/Hermione relationship is; A meaningful and beautiful love story that is key to the plot as opposed to a humourous side plot.
jatkinson.
jatkinson.
Here is a poem I wrote while thinking about the importance of Hermione in Harry's life. This poem is in Harry's POV. It is about "coming back to life" following the death of Sirius:
Reborn
So this is how a hollow heart is filled,
With sweetest dreams, that gather all around,
The empty places left by grievous woes,
And warm the heart where gross despair has chilled.
Turning slowly to the warming sun,
Like a flower - drawn by glowing rays,
Sadness fades and sleepless nights give way,
Yielding thus to time's fast, ceaseless run.
You- the sun- refuse to let me hide,
Withdraw from earth- and turn to self reproach,
Washed by tears- caressed by soothing touch,
All I need is gathered in your eyes.
This pow'r within- with love- I take my stand,
I am strongest when I hold your hand.
This is the first poem I have wrote in a long time. I hope it's okay.
bugaloo37
Reborn
So this is how a hollow heart is filled,
With sweetest dreams, that gather all around,
The empty places left by grievous woes,
And warm the heart where gross despair has chilled.
Turning slowly to the warming sun,
Like a flower - drawn by glowing rays,
Sadness fades and sleepless nights give way,
Yielding thus to time's fast, ceaseless run.
You- the sun- refuse to let me hide,
Withdraw from earth- and turn to self reproach,
Washed by tears- caressed by soothing touch,
All I need is gathered in your eyes.
This pow'r within- with love- I take my stand,
I am strongest when I hold your hand.
This is the first poem I have wrote in a long time. I hope it's okay.
bugaloo37
Wow! You guys are like all... pro poets! Lol... Well... I must confess... a while ago, during Hurricane Frances, I was bored out of my mind, and I thought up something... which I found kinda amusing. So I typed it up... Mind you... it's not meant to be serious or anything...but it's good for a laugh... hope you enjoy.
If you show a Harry/Hermione shipper a hug, then they'll want a kiss.
A kiss that does not hit the desired mark, but nevertheless, a kiss.
For a while then the shipper will be quite happy.
But soon they'll want something a bit more sappy.
Perhaps now, another kiss, but this time, one that does not miss.
After this, then, finally the shipper will be in complete and utter bliss.
So be wary, dear author, when you show a Harry/Hermione shipper a hug.
And throw in a woman who can turn herself into a bug.
Or include a crying girl named Cho.
And advice from a 'friend' that made the shipper go 'whoa'.
But don't forget, the time he felt such relief.
An emergance of feelings perhaps... that is the shipper's belief.
So be careful, when you leave clues so slight.
Because after a while the shipper will want to know that they were right.
If you didn't catch on... the book 'If You Give a Mouse a Cookie' , gave me this idea.
~Haley
If you show a Harry/Hermione shipper a hug, then they'll want a kiss.
A kiss that does not hit the desired mark, but nevertheless, a kiss.
For a while then the shipper will be quite happy.
But soon they'll want something a bit more sappy.
Perhaps now, another kiss, but this time, one that does not miss.
After this, then, finally the shipper will be in complete and utter bliss.
So be wary, dear author, when you show a Harry/Hermione shipper a hug.
And throw in a woman who can turn herself into a bug.
Or include a crying girl named Cho.
And advice from a 'friend' that made the shipper go 'whoa'.
But don't forget, the time he felt such relief.
An emergance of feelings perhaps... that is the shipper's belief.
So be careful, when you leave clues so slight.
Because after a while the shipper will want to know that they were right.
If you didn't catch on... the book 'If You Give a Mouse a Cookie' , gave me this idea.
~Haley
Alright- I'll give it a try....
And when he said he loved me-
My heart skipped a beat.
And when he held my hand-
Adrenalin rushed through my body.
And when he kissed me-
Fireworks flew.
It's like all my life-
I've been waiting for him.
If he was the one-
Why was he taken away?
It wasn't fair-
It should have been me.
It was supposed to be me and him-
Forever.
Forever has faded-
A part of me has died.
Nothing came measure the pain I felt-
The pain I still feel.
My shoulders are heavy-
My head hangs low-
I will never feel the same.
But who does when they lost their soul mate?
So- what did everyone think? Im Hermione's point of view by the way!
And when he said he loved me-
My heart skipped a beat.
And when he held my hand-
Adrenalin rushed through my body.
And when he kissed me-
Fireworks flew.
It's like all my life-
I've been waiting for him.
If he was the one-
Why was he taken away?
It wasn't fair-
It should have been me.
It was supposed to be me and him-
Forever.
Forever has faded-
A part of me has died.
Nothing came measure the pain I felt-
The pain I still feel.
My shoulders are heavy-
My head hangs low-
I will never feel the same.
But who does when they lost their soul mate?
So- what did everyone think? Im Hermione's point of view by the way!
hi i started this poetry sanctuary so to all my shippers have fun with your poetry i'll start first.
author:harryandhermionesdaughter
date:6/01/05
title:kiss of an angel
pov:hermione
ship:pumpkin pie
the kiss of an angel,
his halo so low,
dangles inches above him; he's walking slow,
my heart skips a beat,
he leans in slightly above my lips,
clasps his hands on my hips,
holding me gently and close,
i feel his love and security the most,
when our lips finally meet i feel a spark of energy,
whispering in my ear that he loves me,
i love him i truly love him,
he brightens my day when it's dim,
he wipes away my many tears,
caused by silly fears,
moving my hands slowly to his neck,
embreacing the moment that shines through,
with all of my heart i love him i do,
now its clear he loves me too,
well thanx, if some ppl would put in what they thought it would be brilliant,
bye~h/hrsdaughter
author:harryandhermionesdaughter
date:6/01/05
title:kiss of an angel
pov:hermione
ship:pumpkin pie
the kiss of an angel,
his halo so low,
dangles inches above him; he's walking slow,
my heart skips a beat,
he leans in slightly above my lips,
clasps his hands on my hips,
holding me gently and close,
i feel his love and security the most,
when our lips finally meet i feel a spark of energy,
whispering in my ear that he loves me,
i love him i truly love him,
he brightens my day when it's dim,
he wipes away my many tears,
caused by silly fears,
moving my hands slowly to his neck,
embreacing the moment that shines through,
with all of my heart i love him i do,
now its clear he loves me too,
well thanx, if some ppl would put in what they thought it would be brilliant,
bye~h/hrsdaughter
MOD NOTE: merging this into a related thread. Poetry contest, anyone?
~gal-texter / Pen May 2008
Note: I just capitalized it - easier to read ~ Fire 08
hey ppl,
just here to put poetry for fun insted of a compitition alright ill start.
for hermione/harry shippers
Its a dream come true,
Book six comes out in July 16th of 2005!
Wars will arise toward those in Good Ship to Pumpkin Pie,
Some will be rivals and stay that way,
But it is really Hermione's choice,
Hermione is smart brilliant and bold,
Known to do what she's told,
But behind the halo is the horns,
Now some want Ron to be her man,
And others want it to be harry,
To be honest if it were Ron it'd be quite scary,
Some say Hermione will go for the safest bet,
But we know her better than the rest,
She'll take a chance,'
To have Harry's romance..
how was it i dont really even like it
~gal-texter / Pen May 2008
Note: I just capitalized it - easier to read ~ Fire 08
hey ppl,
just here to put poetry for fun insted of a compitition alright ill start.
for hermione/harry shippers
Its a dream come true,
Book six comes out in July 16th of 2005!
Wars will arise toward those in Good Ship to Pumpkin Pie,
Some will be rivals and stay that way,
But it is really Hermione's choice,
Hermione is smart brilliant and bold,
Known to do what she's told,
But behind the halo is the horns,
Now some want Ron to be her man,
And others want it to be harry,
To be honest if it were Ron it'd be quite scary,
Some say Hermione will go for the safest bet,
But we know her better than the rest,
She'll take a chance,'
To have Harry's romance..
how was it i dont really even like it
Title: Voldie's on the run
Author Name: Catfang6
Category: General HP
POV: Pigwigeon (told ya it was wacked out)
I once was a little chirppy bird,
weasley told me to shut up and not say a word.
so I flew to hedwig and i said:
he's a coming in on code red-
he gonna get Harry,
but he he gets hit by a curse that makes him weary.
Volie's on the run,
with out a wand or gun
and a goin' down
when he enters town.
the story gos on,
everyone's playing quidditch above the lawn.
so i flew to crookshanks and i said:
he's a coming in on code red
he's gonna get harry,
but gets hit by a curse that makes him weary.
Voldie's on the run,
with out a wand or gun
and a gonin' down
when he enters town
Voldie's on run,
without wand or gun
and a goin' down,
when he enters town.....
I once was a little chirppy bird........
I hope ya liked it. Now that i have it writtten down it seems a little more of a song...
Anyways, thanks for reading.
Tell me what you think....
Author Name: Catfang6
Category: General HP
POV: Pigwigeon (told ya it was wacked out)
I once was a little chirppy bird,
weasley told me to shut up and not say a word.
so I flew to hedwig and i said:
he's a coming in on code red-
he gonna get Harry,
but he he gets hit by a curse that makes him weary.
Volie's on the run,
with out a wand or gun
and a goin' down
when he enters town.
the story gos on,
everyone's playing quidditch above the lawn.
so i flew to crookshanks and i said:
he's a coming in on code red
he's gonna get harry,
but gets hit by a curse that makes him weary.
Voldie's on the run,
with out a wand or gun
and a gonin' down
when he enters town
Voldie's on run,
without wand or gun
and a goin' down,
when he enters town.....
I once was a little chirppy bird........
I hope ya liked it. Now that i have it writtten down it seems a little more of a song...
Anyways, thanks for reading.
Tell me what you think....
merged with similar topic - PK mods
do you have any poems youd like to share? well here you can let out all yor feelings in a fourm of a poem...Heres mine
Title: Pumpkin Pie forever( or Harmony)
By: HHrsdaughter
Bows may be broken, Sterns may be bashed
Sails may be ripped with a slash,
yet we sail amongst the rest knowing in our heart and mind were better than the rest.
There is no need to scream or shout,
we know were right without a doubt,
We do not gloat nor do we cry,
along the lines of dissapointmeant is where we lie.
in the end we all know...who will win friend or foe.( H/Hr: freind R/Hr or H/G :foe)
so dont jump just yet, for our journey is set...
we will fight and never rest until our ship has sunk.(which it hasnt officially!)
dont worry folks 'cause in the end we'll be making that slam dunk!
do you have any poems youd like to share? well here you can let out all yor feelings in a fourm of a poem...Heres mine
Title: Pumpkin Pie forever( or Harmony)
By: HHrsdaughter
Bows may be broken, Sterns may be bashed
Sails may be ripped with a slash,
yet we sail amongst the rest knowing in our heart and mind were better than the rest.
There is no need to scream or shout,
we know were right without a doubt,
We do not gloat nor do we cry,
along the lines of dissapointmeant is where we lie.
in the end we all know...who will win friend or foe.( H/Hr: freind R/Hr or H/G :foe)
so dont jump just yet, for our journey is set...
we will fight and never rest until our ship has sunk.(which it hasnt officially!)
dont worry folks 'cause in the end we'll be making that slam dunk!
Hey, very nice! excellent rhyming too. ive never tried writing ship poetry, i guess in times like these we certainly need it.
QUOTE(harryandhermionesdaughter @ Aug 14 2005, 06:45 PM)
do you have any poems youd like to share? well here you can let out all yor feelings in a fourm of a poem...Heres mine
Title: Pumpkin Pie forever( or Harmony)
By: HHrsdaughter
Bows may be broken, Sterns may be bashed
Sails may be ripped with a slash,
yet we sal amongst the rest knowing in our heart and mind were better than the rest.
There is no need to scream or shout,
we know were right without a doubt,
We do not gloat nor do we cry,
along the lines of dissapointmeant is where we lie.
in the end we all know...who will win friend or foe.( H/Hr: freind R/Hr or H/G :foe)
so dont jump just yet, for our journey is set...
we will fight and never rest until our ship has sunk.(which it hasnt officially!)
dont worry folks 'cause in the end we'll be making that slam dunk!
Title: Pumpkin Pie forever( or Harmony)
By: HHrsdaughter
Bows may be broken, Sterns may be bashed
Sails may be ripped with a slash,
yet we sal amongst the rest knowing in our heart and mind were better than the rest.
There is no need to scream or shout,
we know were right without a doubt,
We do not gloat nor do we cry,
along the lines of dissapointmeant is where we lie.
in the end we all know...who will win friend or foe.( H/Hr: freind R/Hr or H/G :foe)
so dont jump just yet, for our journey is set...
we will fight and never rest until our ship has sunk.(which it hasnt officially!)
dont worry folks 'cause in the end we'll be making that slam dunk!
That was an exellent poem!!!!!!
5 thumbs up.lol.I've tried to write poems myself but I never rhyme, I'm better at writing fanfics.
Title: Feel
By: Hermione Granger ( me harryandhermionesdaughter)
I watch as he sits by himself in his little space.
I watch him in tanquility the at ease look on his face.
I watch him like a turning book ,different everyday.
Theres so much i have to say.
He sits there thinking but of what i do not know.
He sits there emotionless his emotions are hard to show.
I think of him everyday and yet i dont know why,
everyday i think of him as the perfect guy.
He's a gentlemen for one, He stuck up for me when things just werent right.
He wouldnt let people insult me without a fight.
I try to think of him friendly but my mind just wont respond.
I try to think of him just a friend but it just wont work.
I dont know whats wrong with me i've changed so much.
For some reason all i want to do is feel his touch.
My heart my mind im so confused.
I told myself to stop but my mind refused.
And now all i want to know is if he feels this way.
All i want to know is could he ever say,
The words deprived of him when he was so young.
All i know is my feelings arent close to done
By: Hermione Granger ( me harryandhermionesdaughter)
I watch as he sits by himself in his little space.
I watch him in tanquility the at ease look on his face.
I watch him like a turning book ,different everyday.
Theres so much i have to say.
He sits there thinking but of what i do not know.
He sits there emotionless his emotions are hard to show.
I think of him everyday and yet i dont know why,
everyday i think of him as the perfect guy.
He's a gentlemen for one, He stuck up for me when things just werent right.
He wouldnt let people insult me without a fight.
I try to think of him friendly but my mind just wont respond.
I try to think of him just a friend but it just wont work.
I dont know whats wrong with me i've changed so much.
For some reason all i want to do is feel his touch.
My heart my mind im so confused.
I told myself to stop but my mind refused.
And now all i want to know is if he feels this way.
All i want to know is could he ever say,
The words deprived of him when he was so young.
All i know is my feelings arent close to done
Pretty poem! I'm a writer myself, so I think I'll make one too! But first before I start writing, I need a question answered....
What are the color of Ron and Hermione's eyes? I know Harry's is green, but I'm stumped with the other two. I'm not sure if I'm just blind or JKR really didn't say.
Any help would be welcome!
What are the color of Ron and Hermione's eyes? I know Harry's is green, but I'm stumped with the other two. I'm not sure if I'm just blind or JKR really didn't say.
Any help would be welcome!
QUOTE(Azalea @ Aug 27 2005, 08:26 PM)
Pretty poem! I'm a writer myself, so I think I'll make one too! But first before I start writing, I need a question answered....
What are the color of Ron and Hermione's eyes? I know Harry's is green, but I'm stumped with the other two. I'm not sure if I'm just blind or JKR really didn't say.
Any help would be welcome!
What are the color of Ron and Hermione's eyes? I know Harry's is green, but I'm stumped with the other two. I'm not sure if I'm just blind or JKR really didn't say.
Any help would be welcome!
Hermione's eyes are brown and Ron's eyes are blue.
QUOTE(kristina2477 @ Aug 28 2005, 10:53 AM)
Hermione's eyes are brown and Ron's eyes are blue.
Thanks so much kristina2477! I finally made a poem! Excuse me for the crappiness, but that's all my mentally drained brain can come up with for now. Who knows? I might just post more.
Can You Hear Me?
Many different songs
In this world I’m born
With little light to shine
On one who’s heart is torn
Do you hear my voice?
Walk along my path
And you will clearly hear
These voices in my head
Resonating near
Can you hear my cries?
But I cannot translate
These sounds that echo loud
With all my might I try
But no meaning can be found
Do you hear me calling?
And yet there’s one of truth
A hymn of warmth and bliss
Set to wrap around
On those the light had missed
Can you her my pleas?
Hear the shouts of flame
Listen to the air
Heed those cleansing drops
Regard the earth so fair
Do you hear my song?
Doubts that once controlled
My mind with endless lies
Victorious is the light
Gone are frightened cries
Can you hear me?
Her voice so crisp and clear
A melody so true
Embrace me with your smiles
My hope now rests in you
At last you hear my voice
Symbolism rocks my socks!
QUOTE(Azalea @ Aug 27 2005, 05:26 PM)
Pretty poem! I'm a writer myself, so I think I'll make one too! But first before I start writing, I need a question answered....
What are the color of Ron and Hermione's eyes? I know Harry's is green, but I'm stumped with the other two. I'm not sure if I'm just blind or JKR really didn't say.
Any help would be welcome!
What are the color of Ron and Hermione's eyes? I know Harry's is green, but I'm stumped with the other two. I'm not sure if I'm just blind or JKR really didn't say.
Any help would be welcome!
ron: blue
Hermione: Brown
thanx for checking out my sub-forum thing!
Azalea That was an awsome poem you've got to be older than me.
I love poetry! keep it up you guys!
SHIP~
I offer you pumpkin juice with some pumpkin pie,
Because we know the pairing that we just cant deny.
Harry and Hermione: more than just friends,
Ron and Hermiones not the way it ends.
JKRs being to obvious thats the one thing she hates.
Shes keeping all her good ideas boxed up in iron crates.
Shes holding out on us just for now,
and if you ask me how i will reply,
because my ships H.M.S Pumkin Pie.
I love poetry! keep it up you guys!
SHIP~
I offer you pumpkin juice with some pumpkin pie,
Because we know the pairing that we just cant deny.
Harry and Hermione: more than just friends,
Ron and Hermiones not the way it ends.
JKRs being to obvious thats the one thing she hates.
Shes keeping all her good ideas boxed up in iron crates.
Shes holding out on us just for now,
and if you ask me how i will reply,
because my ships H.M.S Pumkin Pie.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Good Shippers are smug now,
But soon they'll sink, too!
*bows* Thank you, thank you. I know, I'm a genius
Ok, real attempt:
I miss you
Not too long ago it seems,
I was haunted by my dreams.
Words of comfort you tried to convey,
And I knew you were here to stay.
But things now are not what they used to be.
It seems you've changed... or is it me?
At times I know you refuse to believe
What I say, what I achieve.
Where is your faith? Where is your trust?
Has 6 years' worth, all turned to dust?
I won't accept it, it's all not true.
It cannot be. This isn't you.
I wish I knew how to let you know,
I feel you've left me, unfairly so.
I need your help, support and understanding.
I need you now, my destiny notwithstanding.
How else can I make it clearer than this:
If I had to do the 2nd Task again,
It's you, Hermione, that I would most miss.
***
Ok, so it's a little angsty, but, eh, blame the chocolate
It's also in Harry's PoV, in case it wasn't clear Post-HBP, of course, because I didn't feel that Harry and Hermione were as close in this book.
Violets are blue,
Good Shippers are smug now,
But soon they'll sink, too!
*bows* Thank you, thank you. I know, I'm a genius
Ok, real attempt:
I miss you
Not too long ago it seems,
I was haunted by my dreams.
Words of comfort you tried to convey,
And I knew you were here to stay.
But things now are not what they used to be.
It seems you've changed... or is it me?
At times I know you refuse to believe
What I say, what I achieve.
Where is your faith? Where is your trust?
Has 6 years' worth, all turned to dust?
I won't accept it, it's all not true.
It cannot be. This isn't you.
I wish I knew how to let you know,
I feel you've left me, unfairly so.
I need your help, support and understanding.
I need you now, my destiny notwithstanding.
How else can I make it clearer than this:
If I had to do the 2nd Task again,
It's you, Hermione, that I would most miss.
***
Ok, so it's a little angsty, but, eh, blame the chocolate
It's also in Harry's PoV, in case it wasn't clear
Post-HBP, of course, because I didn't feel that Harry and Hermione were as close in this book.
awsome poetry!
In times of need, and despiration, you were by my side.
I know you'd stay with me even through the highest tide.
You are my salvation my light,
Your the only person thats right.
When i needed you most you were right there.
When everyone else turned their backs you were the only who cared.
I thought at first those others were for me, but like a blind man healed am able to see,
I found those others werent meant for me.
All i can say is i found your light and love.
You stayed with me when things got rough.
now hermione there are things i dont want to be left unsaid,
because i'd rather not find out when one of us is dead.
I love you is all ive got to say and i cant think of a better way.
In times of need, and despiration, you were by my side.
I know you'd stay with me even through the highest tide.
You are my salvation my light,
Your the only person thats right.
When i needed you most you were right there.
When everyone else turned their backs you were the only who cared.
I thought at first those others were for me, but like a blind man healed am able to see,
I found those others werent meant for me.
All i can say is i found your light and love.
You stayed with me when things got rough.
now hermione there are things i dont want to be left unsaid,
because i'd rather not find out when one of us is dead.
I love you is all ive got to say and i cant think of a better way.
We looked up at the sky together,
the stars that shined so bright.
But it could never be brighter than your light.
WE shared a dream, We shared a night.
Love is special to us how bout you,
If its not it should be too.
the stars that shined so bright.
But it could never be brighter than your light.
WE shared a dream, We shared a night.
Love is special to us how bout you,
If its not it should be too.
Obsession
Your obsessed with books but im obsessed with you,
I love every little simple thing you do.
you turn you head and i just gaze memorizing all your features from you sweet pink lips,
To your perfect sandglass hips.
I hope you know i love you,
I hope you know i care,
I hope you know there isnt a person able to take your place.
I hope you know your the only one who sends my mind into space.
I hope you know that even though you think your never good enough, i think your perfect in every single way.
I hope you know i've loved you til this faithful day.
When i come to say i love you with all my heart.
I always have right from the start
Your obsessed with books but im obsessed with you,
I love every little simple thing you do.
you turn you head and i just gaze memorizing all your features from you sweet pink lips,
To your perfect sandglass hips.
I hope you know i love you,
I hope you know i care,
I hope you know there isnt a person able to take your place.
I hope you know your the only one who sends my mind into space.
I hope you know that even though you think your never good enough, i think your perfect in every single way.
I hope you know i've loved you til this faithful day.
When i come to say i love you with all my heart.
I always have right from the start
Here's another one.
Random Passerby
Walk along the halls
Of Hogwarts and you’ll see
Many things occur
And what they seem to be
On a night of stars
I walk along once more
And see a dazzling sight
Against the scarlet door
Passionate they were
Their love so pure and strong
The pain now washed away
Nothing could go wrong
I watched with eyes so wide
Frozen in my spot
Warmth I felt from them
I felt my cheeks turn hot
Their forms against the night
Glowed with light intense
Their souls now mixed as one
Love’s pure innocence
Arms around the other
Their love was one of bliss
Tenderness so smooth
Exchanging their first kiss
I decide to leave
And breathe a heavy sigh
I’ve watched love’s purest form
As just a random passerby
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Not exactly direct to the point... but you should get the picture right?
Me? I'm a measely 15 year old girl who's an aspiring writer (in her wildest dreams). Maybe I'm older, but I love your poetry!
Random Passerby
Walk along the halls
Of Hogwarts and you’ll see
Many things occur
And what they seem to be
On a night of stars
I walk along once more
And see a dazzling sight
Against the scarlet door
Passionate they were
Their love so pure and strong
The pain now washed away
Nothing could go wrong
I watched with eyes so wide
Frozen in my spot
Warmth I felt from them
I felt my cheeks turn hot
Their forms against the night
Glowed with light intense
Their souls now mixed as one
Love’s pure innocence
Arms around the other
Their love was one of bliss
Tenderness so smooth
Exchanging their first kiss
I decide to leave
And breathe a heavy sigh
I’ve watched love’s purest form
As just a random passerby
---
Not exactly direct to the point... but you should get the picture right?
QUOTE
That was an awsome poem you've got to be older than me.
Me? I'm a measely 15 year old girl who's an aspiring writer (in her wildest dreams). Maybe I'm older, but I love your poetry!
QUOTE(Azalea @ Aug 28 2005, 09:31 PM)
Me? I'm a measely 15 year old girl who's an aspiring writer (in her wildest dreams). Maybe I'm older, but I love your poetry!
again awsome and you are older im merely twelve! but awsome poetry heres some
by i am wanting to be a writer too!
title: Not even the brightest star.
Not even the brightest star could replace my love for you,
I love all that you do,
My heart is beating along with yours, we share one rythm,one beat.
You stood by me when no one else would,
You belived in me when not even i could,
and thats why not even the brightest star could take my love away.
title: the kiss of an angle
The kiss of an angle,
His halo so low.
Dangles inches above him he's walking slow.
My heart skips a beat,
He leans slightly above my lips.
Clasps his hands on my hips,
Holding me gently and close.
I feel security ,and love the most,
finally our lips meet,
I love him I truly love him,
He brightens my day when its dim.
He wipes away all my fears,
and catches all my free falling tears.
I pull away ever so slowly,
moving my hands to his neck,
embracing the moment that shines through,
with all my heart i love him, i do,
and now i know he loves me too.
Ohh... wonderful poems! I love each one of them! 
Mine's a little angsty and I hope no one would mind so much. Here's what I've got:
There’s the kiss of the century,
it’s happening right before her eyes.
And there’s the boy that she loves,
on the arms of someone else –
and suddenly his eyes is on her
and she doesn’t know what to do,
what to say, if she could ever do
or say anything ever again.
He looks at her and she has no choice
but to be happy for him.
So she beams up at him,
she’s beaming at him, beaming, beaming,
until everything about her cracks
and falls quietly away.
I don't know why I ever came up with that. It's kind of sad in the end, I guess. Oh, well. LOL. Must've been one of those times I wished I knew what was going on in Hermione's mind.
I did wrote a sort of knee-jerk reaction poem after everything that had happened with the release of HBP, but it's in my journal, where I think it should stay. LOL.
I love each one of them! Mine's a little angsty and I hope no one would mind so much. Here's what I've got:
There’s the kiss of the century,
it’s happening right before her eyes.
And there’s the boy that she loves,
on the arms of someone else –
and suddenly his eyes is on her
and she doesn’t know what to do,
what to say, if she could ever do
or say anything ever again.
He looks at her and she has no choice
but to be happy for him.
So she beams up at him,
she’s beaming at him, beaming, beaming,
until everything about her cracks
and falls quietly away.
I don't know why I ever came up with that. It's kind of sad in the end, I guess. Oh, well. LOL. Must've been one of those times I wished I knew what was going on in Hermione's mind.
I did wrote a sort of knee-jerk reaction poem after everything that had happened with the release of HBP, but it's in my journal, where I think it should stay. LOL.
it was alright...
Heres another one.
Darkness (hp Pov)
I fear the darkness, and all it brings.
I hear you voice and how it sings,
You free me, and my soul,
to free me was your goal.
I thank and charish you for it,
I love you is all i say,
I only hope you do too.
i love you and all you do.
This is only from me to you.
Heres another one.
Darkness (hp Pov)
I fear the darkness, and all it brings.
I hear you voice and how it sings,
You free me, and my soul,
to free me was your goal.
I thank and charish you for it,
I love you is all i say,
I only hope you do too.
i love you and all you do.
This is only from me to you.
title: untitled
The wind caresses your face as you sit in peace.
Your the person who made her crying cease.
All you do is care without a doubt.
only once did you shout.
You lernt your lesson then, and appologized heartily.
Loving how you and her were ment to be.
They say there are anvils but they are just a myth.
Theres nothing to be afraid of as long as you have love and care.
Theres nothing to be afraid of if you help each other when in dispair.
The wind caresses your face as you sit in peace.
Your the person who made her crying cease.
All you do is care without a doubt.
only once did you shout.
You lernt your lesson then, and appologized heartily.
Loving how you and her were ment to be.
They say there are anvils but they are just a myth.
Theres nothing to be afraid of as long as you have love and care.
Theres nothing to be afraid of if you help each other when in dispair.
This is just a poem I started to think of while reading this. It's not the best one of written because i haven't really written H/H poems before. I've written a song about their relationship but never a poem. So here is my attempt at one.
Jealously Regretting
I was in his arms
I saw her in yours
I wanted to be freed
He is my friend
But you are more
I can see that in divine eyes of green
I do not love him
The way I love you
How I hate that girl that you kiss so!
With a swish of red hair
And a smug little smile
Reminding me of what I let go
If I made a mistake
It was with you
I was afraid to let my feelings be heard
And now I am stuck
With someone else comforting me
Oh, how I wish it was you!
Jealously Regretting
I was in his arms
I saw her in yours
I wanted to be freed
He is my friend
But you are more
I can see that in divine eyes of green
I do not love him
The way I love you
How I hate that girl that you kiss so!
With a swish of red hair
And a smug little smile
Reminding me of what I let go
If I made a mistake
It was with you
I was afraid to let my feelings be heard
And now I am stuck
With someone else comforting me
Oh, how I wish it was you!
Crazybeautifulangel that was alright but i think i want to hear one of your songs as long as its writing its alright. besides poems can be songs! so lets see some.
Now, in the dark of my own room,
the tears fall freely.
I cry in my sleep,
I was wrong,Im not meant for him,
you were my light, my soul.
I've never felt like this before.
My heart aches, my mind racing.
All i can say is im sorry i never meant be so wrong.
Now your with her and i dont know what you'll say.
you'll proably look at me in digust and turn away.
I can only hope you love me the way i love you;
i know i was wrong but so were you if you had feelings for me you should have said so,
I can never let it go,
I miss and need you now,
help me see again, lead the way.
i hope you feel the same is all i can say
Now, in the dark of my own room,
the tears fall freely.
I cry in my sleep,
I was wrong,Im not meant for him,
you were my light, my soul.
I've never felt like this before.
My heart aches, my mind racing.
All i can say is im sorry i never meant be so wrong.
Now your with her and i dont know what you'll say.
you'll proably look at me in digust and turn away.
I can only hope you love me the way i love you;
i know i was wrong but so were you if you had feelings for me you should have said so,
I can never let it go,
I miss and need you now,
help me see again, lead the way.
i hope you feel the same is all i can say
I was walking along the corridors to potions class,
What i saw i could not just pass.
Two sharing their first kiss.
sweet as it was i couldnt just stay.
What i saw i could not just pass.
Two sharing their first kiss.
sweet as it was i couldnt just stay.
Love
It is to care for them,
to charish to hold,
to make them warm when they feel cold.
To hold them down, whent they get mad.
to cheer them up when they are sad.
To know its true, to say i do
If I had you
And you had me
And love divine
Would conquer all
If understanding love
Could live on
It would be
Harry and Hermione!
i know that it sucks a bit but i wrote it in like five minutes!
And you had me
And love divine
Would conquer all
If understanding love
Could live on
It would be
Harry and Hermione!
i know that it sucks a bit but i wrote it in like five minutes!
That was a really good poem! Here is mine
When you fall
When I break down
When everything's chaotic
When I love you
And you love me
Everything
Will Be Alright
When you fall
When I break down
When everything's chaotic
When I love you
And you love me
Everything
Will Be Alright
Three words "I Love You" by HHRsdaughter
Harry dear you must understand,
You've got to open up, take her hand.
dance with passion, dance with heart.
Dance a dance with a whole not part,
let the world just disapper,
let the love all start here,
show her the best time of her life,
help her with stuggle and strife,
lead the way, be her man,
show her that your not a one night stand,
make her breathless, and speechless, take her breath away.
show her the best time of her life say the three words you have to say.
Harry dear you must understand,
You've got to open up, take her hand.
dance with passion, dance with heart.
Dance a dance with a whole not part,
let the world just disapper,
let the love all start here,
show her the best time of her life,
help her with stuggle and strife,
lead the way, be her man,
show her that your not a one night stand,
make her breathless, and speechless, take her breath away.
show her the best time of her life say the three words you have to say.
awww... I really loved reading those poems... 
well, I tried to write one and it's from Harry's perspective.
Hmm... I think I'll just post a poem of Hermione's POV in the distant future.. hehe.. I hope you'll like it.
well, I tried to write one and it's from Harry's perspective.
To Hermione
‘Tis poem I’ve writ for thou
Who has cast a delightful zeal to life,
To thine grace, I bow.
***
A passing sigh,
The warm breeze whispering nigh
The aftermath of a white lie,
A hasty drink of whiskey and rye
And of celestial poise, thy form utterly cries.
Akin to the tart sweetness of a beloved’s wish
Wouldst Love’s hand play upon thine's leash for me?
Alas, it hast not ariseth.
Thence thine beauty within dithers to fade
Thy lovely and vestal flame—
Becometh solely staid.
You aren’t all but a dame.
***
Hereth a friend’s portait of thee,
Of truthful words, and palpable glee.
Shalt thou art to be precisely described by me?
A word.
Seraph.
‘Tis poem I’ve writ for thou
Who has cast a delightful zeal to life,
To thine grace, I bow.
***
A passing sigh,
The warm breeze whispering nigh
The aftermath of a white lie,
A hasty drink of whiskey and rye
And of celestial poise, thy form utterly cries.
Akin to the tart sweetness of a beloved’s wish
Wouldst Love’s hand play upon thine's leash for me?
Alas, it hast not ariseth.
Thence thine beauty within dithers to fade
Thy lovely and vestal flame—
Becometh solely staid.
You aren’t all but a dame.
***
Hereth a friend’s portait of thee,
Of truthful words, and palpable glee.
Shalt thou art to be precisely described by me?
A word.
Seraph.
Hmm... I think I'll just post a poem of Hermione's POV in the distant future.. hehe.. I hope you'll like it.
Oooh I'm loving all the poems! I can't write one now though, since I still need to catch up on my original story.
And Feldspar, the use of Old English (is that what it is?
) in yours adds a new flavor.
H/Hr forever!
I can't write one now though, since I still need to catch up on my original story. And Feldspar, the use of Old English (is that what it is?
) in yours adds a new flavor. H/Hr forever!
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