"muggle" poems
Dear Ronald Bilius Weasley
No matter what others say
I will always be your fan
You are such a marvellous character
Not perhaps, a perfect one
But a character with flaws
So real, and so beautiful
That we can totally relate to it
In your first year at Hogwarts
You played a game of chess
In such a magnificent manner
That even the Russians of the Muggle world
Could not have done any better
In your second year at Hogwarts
You faced your greatest fears
With a courage and nerve
That Godric Gryffindor would have been proud of
For the sake of your best mates
In your third year at Hogwarts
You almost ruined a friendship
For the sake of a rat and a broomstick
But you made amends for it
By standing up to a notorious murderer
That too with a broken leg
Again, for the sake of your best mate
In your fourth year at Hogwarts
Again, there was a misunderstanding
That threatened to derail a strong friendship
But you were there for Harry
When it truly mattered
There was also some ugly ****** jealousy
As your teenage hormones took centrestage
But at least you got an inkling
That you and Hermione
Were made for each other
In your fifth year at Hogwarts
There was a lot you had to put up with
The constant bullying of the Slytherins
Especially during Quidditch matches
The temper tantrums of your best friend
And finally, the evil Dolores Jane Umbridge
Initially, due to your nerves and insecurities
Your Quidditch performances went from bad to worse
But then, you finally showed us
The stuff you were made of
Saving goals left, right and centre
And to cap it all
You bravely fought a dozen Death Eaters
Yet again, for the sake of your best friend
Finally, we come to the war
Due to your never-ending insecurities
And anxiety for your family
Worsened by a dreadful locket
That contained a part of Voldemort's soul
You briefly deserted your best mates
But returned when it mattered the most
Even saving Harry's life in the process
And then, as you destroyed that darned locket
You finally conquered your fears
And transitioned successfully to manhood
Finally, during the Battle of Hogwarts
You showed us your sensitive side
A side that we had never seen before
As you displayed your concern for the house-elves
Precipitating your first kiss with Hermione
Later on, you lost your dear brother
But continued to soldier on bravely
Even standing up to Voldemort himself
Hence, dear Ronald Bilius Weasley
No matter what others say
I will always be your fan
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 9:28 AM UTC
Cocky?
I beg to differ
There is someone out there
that is much better than me
So I don't believe, for one second
that i'm...
Conceded.
A word applied
To the beautiful people without
beautiful minds, embraced
by the ones less intellectually fecund
than they are...
Brazen.
Polished? I am.
Your feelings? Your worries?
******* I disregard not with brashness
But with angelic cause as my own problems
are significantly more...
Tectonic.
Shifting focus from
your meager existence
as my shear presence fills this page
Outraged? You created these proems
when daily topics I...
Eclipsed.
Full moon rising.
The lighthouse to your sinking vessel
I am not the best, but I am the best of
the better of you and your kind, lower-class
no offense, I speak...
Truth.
And the pain it brings
I don't worry about such things
I don't discount, but I do surpass
Their muggle mind with poise and sass
Dare I say I'm not cocky, just...
Confidently better than you.
Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 12:29 PM UTC
A loud knock,
was what I heard.
At this hour of the night,
who might that be,
I wordered.
Begrudgingly,
I opened the door,
only to meet a giant,
and all so hairy man,
(not in a **** way though).
Hey young lady,
I'm Rubeus Hagrid,
here to pick you up.
You are not a muggle,
you do not belong here.
There is a school for you,
Hogwarts is its name,
school of witchcraft,
and wizardry,
(not a regular school per say).
We better hurry up child,
or the train will leave us.
It awaits at Platform 9¾,
and if we are not on time,
Dumbledore will have my head.
If we are late,
you will miss the sorting hat,
which makes me wonder,
are you a Slytherin,
or a Gryffindor.
Anyway hurry up,
so go on and pack.
I would give you my wand,
but you do not know how to use it.
Do not look confused my child,
instead be happy.
being a muggle is no fun,
you will realise soon.
So hurry up lets go,
( I already hear snape grumbling).
$angila$
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 9:19 AM UTC
You're a wizard, I should know.
Capture my thoughts with memory spells,
Enrapture my eyes with the charms of yours, and
quicken my beats with a grin of your lips.
Gravity ceases with a snap of your fingers.
Yes, you're a wizard, I whisper,
because no muggle could possess the magic
hold you mantain in my self.
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
my eyes beg to be shut but my mind
has stapled them open. Poison oak
from two months ago now, burns
as my nails rip into it, soothe it.
The fan rumbles ever on, my feet down
from the mountain, my bruises
remarking subtly of my struggle.
I'd **** for a sleep spell, but I'm just
a ***** muggle. Huddled up with pillows as my cuddle buddy. For fuck's
sake, let me sleep, let me sleep, let me
sleep.........love me?
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 3:30 AM UTC
I’ve learned to live without you
More and more each day.
I try to put a poem up
But get a Bad Gateway.
When at last I get on site
My write goes straight to ‘draft’.
Trying to get it on my page
Takes every ounce of craft.
Is it even worth my time
When everything’s a struggle.
When I can’t post the words I pen
I feel just like a Muggle.
Other places on the net
Will post the things I write
So I just may go over there
And tell Hello, Goodnight.
ljm
Apr 24, 2022
Apr 24, 2022 at 10:50 AM UTC
Sometimes when I look back at my life I think of how I could've changed those couple of hiccups, those little decisions I made that would later blow up in my face. Yeah those kind of hiccups. I know you can't ever take it back but the guilt and shame that weigh heavily on my brain, and I can't seem to escape it even if I changed my name. What to do, reality checks are hard, so I try things to escape it but it digs itself in me like a sharp glass shard. Pain has no love, it seeps into my very soul, so I accept it even though it hinders me from reaching my goals.Living with regrets, man my life was such a mess, but I pretended it was good even though I knew it was a mess. Father figures never there for most of it, and even with all those years of involvement, I still don't know how to deal with all of this. Living with regrets, living with inner demons, living with the consequences that you can never out run. Addictions, my entire ancestry has always been victims and initiators, life for me has always gone up and down like an elevator. Life has so many twists and turns like a roller coaster, learning when to pick a fight, and when to back out, can people can b e unpredictable monsters. Looking at life through my window while the wind blows, life changes, its time to get out on adventures like billow. Life is what you make it,you make the decisions that will determine if its going to be awesome or basic. People may never understand, and you may not either, you can leave or you can continue staying where you are. Regrets, upset, tried many outlets but I perpetually seem to have a bad day, its so easy to just let everything go array. It takes time and effort, its a constant struggle, you just have to keep pushing forward, don't let yourself become a muggle. Living with regrets, wondering if you'll ever be forgiven, but if you never do things to gain their trust again, you be stuck in that would've, could've, should've prison. Just because you didn't do it then, doesn't mean you can't now, I don't want o hear no excuses like why or how. The past is the past can't do nothing to redo it. Before you ask for forgiveness, you must forgive yourself for your mistake. Never will know if you don't try,you don't have to live with regrets, if you truly give it a try.
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
I want a girl who loves God,
likes baseball, and is the other pea in my pod.
I want a girl who finds sarcasm funny
and isn't focused all on money.
I want a girl whose smile shines bright
and who knows I'll be there for her day or night.
I want a girl who likes to snuggle,
and knows the difference between mudblood and muggle.
I want a girl who had similar television taste
so I know my shows won't be erased.
I want a girl who is tough but sweet
and is so fine she can't be beat.
I want a girl who understands why the last line was clever
and likes that I'm one of the most romantic people ever.
I want a girl who likes participating in every sport;
she doesn't have to be good, just give a good effort.
I want a girl full of internal beauty
but most of all I want a girl who wants me.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 4:12 AM UTC
Too much time we've spent apart
it's like a splinter in my heart
festering and going septic
making my mind act like a sceptic
does she doesnt she I'm I wrong
if only I could bite my tongue
I know these voices love their lies
so why the tears wept from my eyes
spend time with me and let me snuggle
free my mind of this **** muggle
give me peace and say you love me
cause time apart is it's own insanity.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
i'm a selfish muggle
i wouldn't be any better.
because you're mine
every part of you every piece is meant to me mine.
your smile
your breath
your kiss
your hug
your laugh
your voice
your eyes that sparkle everytime you heard our song.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC
Daughter of Death Eaters
By Gemini Lestrange
My name is Gemini,
I am the daughter of a death eater,
And another one,
I grew up only being told that pure-bloods were better,
And that muggle-borns should die.
But I was never given a reason why,
It was always, we are superior
We are better,
We are greater,
We are grander,
I could on with adjectives that they used.
I always would ask why,
I never knew my parents,
They are locked up and the key was thrown away,
When I was young,
I was told the tales of their brilliance,
But I would ask them
How could they be brilliant if what they did got them put in Azkaban?
I was cursed for that,
Because being a child of a death eater,
Isn’t all sunshine and daisies,
We are curse if we dare question our parent’s beliefs
The beliefs that are imprinted on our heads,
From the moment we can start to understand.
It’s all we ever knew.
And then when we turn eleven,
And get sent off to a school,
Where all the things we are told to hate are there,
And when people tells us are beliefs are wrong,
How are we meant to respond?
I’m not saying we are right,
Because we are not,
But choice do we have, but to keep telling our self’s,
That are parents were right,
Because the ones who could help us turn us away,
They give us no choice,
But to go down the path of darkness,
To join the people we despise,
You say it’s our fault,
That we could have chosen differently,
But you don’t understand,
How you made us believe that was our only choice.
I am the daughter of a death eater,
And I will not go down that path.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
I have no expectation for things to last.
Everything has a clock, an expiration date, an erosive half-life.
After taking stock of my current relationships,
I realized I'm hesitant to invest in people
because I don't think people will stick around.
People change.
People leave.
And for people who don't deal with change well
like me
that means
a sort of implosion.
Humans constantly assume different roles.
Mothers become grandmothers,
friends become strangers,
brothers become fathers.
With that, even family will leave you behind--
out of sight out of mind.
And I haven't been thought of in such a long time
I begin to think
no one will ever see me again.
Now I'm just wishing I can be useful in some way, so I can stop feeling like the world is tired of carrying me.
I sit,
watching people pass by as their world changes,
and mine falls apart.
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
World War this, Critical think that
For what? Me ain' kno no white man struggle.
Might as well be the business of a muggle, juggle
the thoughts leading to actions,
leading to memories,
Of greater things than this chair
this table
this paper.
Yes paper, we all need paper.
Fixes all problems, makes all faker.
All prophesized by a great man, Weber.
See the fornification of men onto women must be of great importance to the survival of a familial structure which opposes the direction humankind pushes societies boundaries.
STOP. I blacked out.
What the **** just came out my spout...
Nonsensical happenings in a blackboard dreamland
Chalk dust monsters attack.
I react.
Evil vampires swoop
Come try to **** my blood
Impossible.
My veins are dry.
Zombified, I am.
I’m sorry teach,
You took it all already.
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 11:18 AM UTC
Since I started the first
I wanted to finish n read all the rest
As time passed by I completed all seven of it
There was a happy end in it
But I wanted it to last no matter what happened next
But that never happened
So I read and reread
And still read it with teardrops in my eyes
I see happy faces around me
But I could never be a part of the crowd anyway
Coz I wasn’t a muggle anymore
I am the greatest wizard of all
In some phase I meet people like me
That wants more to be seen
Than just seven of it
And read it till our hearts contained
I hear a new one is coming
No one can really understand the feeling
Unless u r one of me
Who is smart enough in hiding identity
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
This world, these creatures and me
I wonder if all of this is a dream
Where I run on a road of darkness
Trying to follow that gleam
So I may finally get out of this atrocity
Where I can not even scream
I do not know if I can achieve
These set points and goals
I do not know if I can win
In all of this struggle
It's like being in a world of wizards
When you know you are a muggle
But still I have to try
I have to breathe
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
The last time that I
Was banished to the
Time Out Corner
It was because
I wouldn't read
I didn't want to read
You couldn't make me read.
Then I met a boy.
He had black messy hair
Bright green eyes
And a scar in the shape
Of a lightning bolt
On his forehead.
He was the boy who lived
Then I met a boy
He had ginger hair
Connect the dot freckles
And hand-me-down robes
He was a Weasley.
Then I met a girl
She had auburn hair
An eager intellect
And muggle parents
She was a mudblood
They hindered the dark lord
They slaughtered the basalisk
They rescued the prisoner
They witnessed the return
They battled the dark arts
They cried for the loss of their leader
They lost and they won.
And they moved on.
They are grown up now
I am out of the
Time Out Corner
And in the library
Constantly
Because I'm always reading
I always want to read
You can't make me stop reading
The boy
The boy
And the girl
Are grown up now.
And I am grown up too.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
I don't believe what pretty girls say,
Because all they do is with your head play,
So let go of mine, it's not a soccer ball,
For your lies I won't fall,
Fool with me and a fool you'll be
Because the joke's on you; you'll see,
I'm not one to smile forever
If you think you'll get away with your endeavor,
You're following a road with a dead end
And this message to you I will send,
There isn't a road for us to share together
If you won't be honest to the letter
Because I can't go around crossing your T's
Ambling around on my hands and knees
Looking for things that aren't there
While you just sit there and stare
Letting me fumble, tumble, struggle
Withholding your magic; I a mere muggle
Not knowing all the little secrets
That hide behind all your regrets,
Trying so desperately to measure up
To another who's already filled your cup,
So I won't let you keep toying with me
When there's plenty more fish in the sea...
APAD13 020 - © okpoet
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 3:01 AM UTC
Oft too a flyer.
Thrown to the wolves as lions approach,
Never just left alone.
Kicked out of the club for being too drunk,
The ghosts have stolen your phone.
In this midnight hour a traffic cone,
Is thrown through a greenhouse window, waking up the neighbourhood.
They all see you walking back home;
“He’s up to no good.”
Cans on strings as letters of complaint leap,
Along the local grapevine.
Playing the telephone game, muggle messages,
They all watch and pass a guilty verdict; eye for an eye.
You stand accused of drinking legal beer.
Social complaints against late night cheer.
Revelry is not welcome here,
At the cul-de-sac at the end of the road of fear.
So scared of youth because envy gets old.
So cold to you because you smile like a fool.
So angry! About nothing.
The rain pours down, feel water proof.
So pointless to have a conversation,
When you are thirty five percent proof.
The drunk is a punk to conservative ways.
They would never be that drunk in their day.
They only ever drank every time they got paid
And every day is now a liquid lunch.
Do you remember an Irish coffee breakfast,
After the after hour’s club?
Now a fine brandy, a sherry or two when visiting;
Or are you so drunk you are still misremembering?
I am righteous! Pride takes me to church!
To drink the blood and fall asleep
And because whiskey is the only thing that gets you forward,
You lurch!
And stumble over all the pews.
You end with an almighty crash!
Make up, slapdash,
You landed at the altar and got up to say “I do.”
You got in your car and now you are so sure;
Oh so sure, that you are pure.
You are better than they are…
Really?...
You?
And later as you blow into the straw,
You realise you are not so sure,
That you can see a way out of this.
Why not arrest them! Instead of me!
Those stupid drunken kids!
They vandalize and disturb my peace!
What about me! I never did a thing!
I only had a glashh or six (laughs)
And there wasn’t a…er, a lasting damage.
I’m not a drunk!
I think!
I think…
I think I love you…
What place is this...?
Where am I...?
Hey!
Who are you! To arrest me! For being drunk!
The following day, you wake up and say…
What time is it?
Excuse me officer…
What day is this?
It’s Tuesday.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
Deep in the mustard of fairy tales
And thanks to my imagination , I'm a muggle in a tangle of daydreams
Someone, please, reach Into this sandwiched mess of hope scribbled in permanent marker and
Rip
The thoughts that fog the city lights and clarify the stars above my head
Because I fear if I keep pretending not to believe I'll realize
And all I've ever been afraid of will never come Alive
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
Got to pay to assimilate,
such is norm to systemically fumigate.
What is this watergate? Cause it’s a scandal, that most can’t handle. But might as well bend over and take the paddle.
Man, it’s a struggle to be deemed a muggle.
For these harry potters have cast a shadow that transforms us into cattle.
Yeah, but I’m the problem, I’m an *******
I’m the backwards rezneck uncle, **** how hypocritical...
Yet typical!
Change is impossible,
words are rhetorical,
for people’s essence is made up of tainted molecules.
Greedy follicles putting each other in hospitals.
How despicable! And for what? Dimes and nickels!
It’s just negative effects that tricked down!
Thats the truth about the trickle down effect,
where wealth doesn’t actually pour down.
It just stays at the top,
but the top don’t care, even when those in poverty continue to drop.
We are just assets whose blood and tears are used to feed the cream of the crop.
But even if you become aware of this truth, the fact of the matter is you won’t stop!
Man isn’t this priceless being in a state of crisis?
Thou foul mindless hath now also turned eyeless.
Thine pompous righteousness has cast us into silence even though more evidence comes into brightness.
Poor wretched highness, whose woes become timeless.
Whose actions hath left coloured folk flightless.
That hath left kids in foster homes parentless.
What a scoop that was, wasn’t it?
So tell me was it all worth it?
For this isn’t a time to continue being spineless!
This isn’t time to suppress your ill vices that hath given us paralysis.
I don’t need a analysis to prove that our system profits the best for whiteness.
So why continue to fight this?
So why continue to mock us and rebuke us?
For no matter how much you apologize to us it is meaningless.
For I want to see actions instead of bribe money in attempt to keep us silent!
But I won’t be keep quiet not in the very slightest.
So do your best, for what more can you do to us.
When your viruses didn’t exterminate us, genocide didn’t work on us, residential schools didn’t work on us, the sixties scoop didn’t work on us, and your jails can’t hold us?
And Even your God can’t **** us!
In fact it seems like your God has chosen us!
And you’re just a shell less indecisive vermin like Pontius Pilate! But we shall rise up on the third day and take the keys away from thou foul arrogant degenerate!
And you will no longer have power over us!
In this I pray in Jesus name amen!
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
Pity me,
Pity me not.
A simple game,
Is all I've got.
Will you find woe in my struggle?
Or is everything I juggle,
Part of normal life for a muggle.
Where's the magic I've heard of,
Silent midnights full of love,
A siren's seductive song.
Searching for it,
I end up crashing,
Shored upon the rocks.
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 9:02 AM UTC
I am a muggle born,
I am not a wizard,
i am the one that saw one,
There was a crash outside.
A flying motor vehicle,
with a huge man atop of it.
I cat turned into a woman,
a vary old man was there.
A boy was left on the porch.
I am a muggle,
Not a wizard.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC