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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.

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Written by
Atul
35 / M / Indian
Published
Apr 3, 2013
Lines·Words
12·158
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My HP Poem #155 For My Childhood Phantasm Harry Potter

Potter Fans Know What I Mean, We Thought Him To Be Real - At Least For That Short Span Of Time!

© Atul Kaushal

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