Best Harry Potter Poems

Flying on a broomstick, taking the Knight Bus
Arriving on the platform without any fuss
Visiting Warner Brothers for a fan was a must
In the magic and the mystery we all did trust

A Wow! As we entered the magnificent Grand hall
As soon as we saw it, we...

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Harry Potter and Dumbledore

Two young Boys from Baltimore
Loved Harry Potter and Dumbledore
One boy said “I’m a Wizard
The Other turned into a Lizard
A Lizard and a Wizard in Baltimore...

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Its book day at school
My son's all excited
He can dress up in character
From his favourite book
"Hooray" he says
"I'll go as Harry Potter"
"Hmmm are you sure"
"Yes daddy, it's dress up day"
"But Harry Potter" I say
"I love it" he says
"You love the films you mean"
"Yes I love...

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the Harry Potter
breezing into mega mall
I lost my first son...

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now that it's over
it all starts again
with the flick of a wand in hand
yes there were many but they were not band from the country 
Which craft and Wizardy 
there's a Z on his pretty little head
He's back
lord voldemort
he's back
he's grown up with Haggred the...

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Harry Potter is in the world to stay, a wonderful read that entranced me one day.
A casual conversation with a daughter led me to buy the first book on a Thursday.
I read for eight hours, entered a whole new world, and sighed deeply, often in...

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Millions of people generated off the same idea,
Just like animals it's hard to be here,
Many live off perception to never see with their eyes,
That's like a name tag to many of us guys,
But listen closely as my words will jump out to ear,
Have you ever...

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Harry Potter a boy with no real family
Living under his cousin’s stairs, in a closet’s gizzard.
Shunned and shut away as a nambly-pambly
In another world, a known, famous wizard.

Hagrid helps him get to Hogwarts where he meets lifelong friends
Ron Weasley and Hermoine Granger, a muggle-born witch.
Daring...

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I was born  
a feathery technicolor cloud-
a sparkling shroud of shimmying neurons.  

A pen erected. 
A flashing sabre  
scissoring the blank,  
pasty face  
of a novel page,  
clean as chaste honeymooners  
until they glowed in their first heat....

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now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a...

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Where magic thrives in peace, Yet no human ever beholds
Of witches, wizards, wands, it is, A miraculous story that unfolds. 

He who mustn't be named, Power above all who desired
His own life, instead he claimed, When his curse backfired.

However lived the little one, Whose death...

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I never read fiction, Persnickety told me.
I urged her to read Harry Potter and she laughed.
A kid’s book! I am twenty-six-years old!
You would love it, I said.
I would not, she replied.

Five years later her cats were Hermione and Ron.
Her parrot had been renamed Dumbledore.
And she...

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The sorting hat knew me well.
I had a pet Basilisk and knew where they all dwell.
I speak parcel tongue, but I do not like Malfoy
I am waiting, barely breathing.

The sorting hat is making all kinds of noise, like a raid 
Spitting and snorting, I close...

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Don’t look in the mirror I cautioned myself
As if a basilisk was going to paralyze me at any second
I have read of them, and they eat mammals.
I wondered if this one would have to cut me up first
I am pretty big to gulp in a...

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Being a parsel-tongue, I knew I was Slytherine, of course.
Dressing in scales and slithering would give it away though.
So I dressed as my patronus, seventeen-hands high stallion horse,
Entering the Great hall with mask that had a green neon glow.

Hermione was not easily found, but I...

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