Tired, tired, I’m getting tired, my love.
Waiting, waiting, always waiting, my dove.
Another year, another tear, and still nowhere near.
Your face, your heart, the revoltingly beautiful smell (and taste) of your fart.
Feel, feel, the gingery feel, my love
Aching, aching, my heart is aching, my dove.
Its just a game of cat and mouse, like a gun and a rose,
You pretend you don’t love me, but my heart, it knows
Hating, hating, how your girlfriends are hating us, my love
Desperate, desperate, they’re so desperate to keep you, my dove
Leave them, denounce them, sack them off right now,
Run into my arms, my gingery freckly arms, I’ll show you how!
The end, the end, the end of this poem, my love
My love, my love, it never ends, my dove
Zero – hard to get is getting old now! It has been six years! Just admit that you love me, then we can be together forever. FOREVER. AND EVER. How I yearn for your stench.
From the love of your life,
Every Valentines day, you eat so many chocolates that you are almost always on deaths door. But somehow you pull through like the gluttonous little fatty bum bum that you are, and tease the Grim a long-awaited reaping. I envy your ability to teeter on the edge of death without actually passing into the nether realm – you told me that each valentines day, this proximity to ghostliness grants you an inner eye. You once predicted the death of Big Sue the spider, and it came true. I asked one of the Divination professors about your powers, but she said you were just having hallucinations from eating too much chocolate – then she asked me how I was able to talk to mice, and I told her, the same way we talk to ourselves. I think she knew what I meant. I hope you like the new Boggart Award – I thought it would make a nice bed for you. My other one is a spider basin.
From Dot Foul x
Thank you for being you, unchangeable
Ever the person you were
And yet so very changeable
And now the person you are
Thank you, for loving me
For fighting on regardless
For the future we now see
Thank you for the compromise
For the delicate balance
Of no longer being a prize
But yours, and your equal
To my better half,
You know I don’t know how to maneuver this romantic mush, but I’ll give it my best shot.
You’ve stuck me in detention more times than I can count, you get stroppy over the most ridiculous things, you make me duel Slytherin tw*ts, your friends are bloody annoying, you whisper in Specks’ ear to make me jealous, you never do my laundry and have made it clear you never will, you’re a ‘strong, independent femi-witch’ – whatever that means – you force me to go to Mythology… all in all, you’re an almighty pain in the arse.
And still… You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. Hope you know that I know that.
HOGWARTS! It comes that time of year again
When we submit to Cupid’s Corner,
But if it’s left to you sorry lot
There’ll be not a single stunner.
It lies with me to teach you all
Something about proper meter.
While I’m being frugal here,
It’s nothing like your excreta.
The notes on the roses
Have been sickly sweet.
But I’m afraid I have standards,
And they’re rather hard to meet.
Just think before
You send a rose:
Are loved the most.
Just look at this,
Four beats a line,
Nice and simple
And sounds sublime.
So there it is,
My rant is done.
Go forth and write
And have some fun.
Thank you to: Perse & Tara, Adam, Aisling, Ahreum, Aryiana, Chloe & Caleb, Charlie, Endeavour, Eric, Essa, George, Kamila, Kora, Phoebe, Selenity, La Lune & The Raven Quill.
The Owl Post would not be what it is without you all.
Thank you to: Charlotte, George, Karam, & Selenity, Aisling, Desiree, Morgan, & Travis, Aryiana, Claudia, Elodie, & Mariette, Alex, Archie, Ignatious, & Michiyo.
You all do an amazing job
From Saffron and Jesse
To those who love after me-
To the girl he will marry,
I ask that you understand his temper.
He is all rage at times
And while it seems like he might
Desire a fight
Sometimes, what he really needs
Is a gentle heart.
Learn how to tell the difference
Fight when he needs it
And give in when he doesn’t.
He will love you all the more for it.
To the girl she will snog,
She has the face of an angel,
And she kisses like a devil.
But she longs for something more
Even if she won’t say it.
Don’t ever betray her trust
She deserves so much better,
And she’ll never forgive you.
To the next on his list,
I beg that you are patient.
He’s a hurricane
And he needs a hurricane to love him
He will try you
And get on your nerves
He will make you scream
And maybe break his nose
Have a little patience.
Or maybe a lot.
To those who I loved,
For lessons taught,
And battles fought
Side by side.
And I am so, very sorry.
For all the pain
And a note to myself-
To Marley Larkspur,
Well, this is odd. Don’t know if Father would approve of me sending this to another boy, but I want to. I enjoyed getting up to mischief with you. You’re the Sytherin I want to be like. I don’t know what else to say. Hope we can be really good friends or something soppy like that? As long as we don’t set fire to anything, we won’t get caught right?
Roses are read,
Violets are blue.
Your hair is beautiful,
But not as beautiful as you.
We met upon a Quidditch pitch,
The weather cold are chilly.
I asked you to go to the dance,
I tried not to look silly.
So when I see you in the school,
My heart becomes a-flutter.
I can’t think of another rhyme,
Do you like peanut butter?
Please be my cupid sweet Saffron,
I think that’s what the muggles say..
And I will be your protector,
Until my dying day.
All my love from now until forevertimes xxx
There you were,
You snarled, razor sharp beak
and threatening talons.
I held my ground.
In myth she is more than Hades’ damsel.
Queen of the Underworld
I had a forked tongue and serpent eyes.
A band of flowers about my brow.
And I thought
You are for me.
I felt full of black lilies and buzzing bees.
Rumbling in me whenever you were near.
And you lured me with pomegranate seeds.
The Queen became Cerberus-
Became Persephone again.
I missed the winter
But it seems to have passed me by
The tale of two worlds sounds much simpler than you think.
Just take a moment to hear the clutter of the lives they could not link.
A fairy tale untold to be unfold.
It wasn’t so heartwarming, as it turned quite cold.
Two kingdoms of the mind that were built quite in height, came tumbling down on only the wrong and nothing was right.
The kingdom’s were built on a foundation, to rule them both together brought the families no satisfaction.
Carelessly protecting the right of passage, all the while their love could not send a message.
The kingdom’s stood tall for them as it was their obligation.
Their people to come first between lunation.
Fowl and dark in protection the beast had gotten.
At the shadows of luminous light their mind they had forgotten.
Forever the beast between the two kingdoms will be.
A wild spirit into the night, just maybe.not as smart as the vine wood tree.
He gave his time for what he had.
What could possibly interfere was his dear old grand dad.
She wasn’t a saint herself you see.
Trouble she sought out in a certain society.
Their differences are what drawn them together.
This was their beacon, this was their falling, proceeding the astrological weather.
A facade they proceeded.
Time apart is what was needed.
To leave the territorial water.
To not destroy what was left, and left for the slaughter.
A grim tale of love found and lost you have heard.
A story for all of lessons to learn.
To remember the cliche as all will be okay.
The tale of a heart from rise to fall.
It’s been to have loved and lost, than nothing at all.
To everyone who sent roses, thank you for spreading the love
To my cupids, thank you for your wings
To He with Bad Timing:
We’d be together right now.
When you wait too long the moment will pass you by. It’s unfair, you telling me your feelings now but at least here I can admit… a part of me loves you still.
This is my final year at Hogwarts and you all have made it a rather eventful year, well past 7 years honestly. Thank you for helping me grow and I want you to know our interactions have helped to shape me to be the woman I am today.
A Poem For Selenity.. with a message. (126.96.36.199.188.8.131.52.4)
It’s not hard to see,
When I look through my eyes,
I see beauty beyond compare.
Love runs through my veins,
Loudly and true,
Maybe next time, you’ll see me there.
At a later date,
Kindness will prevail,
Enveloped in a love to share.
I’m sorry I shied away,
That at day at the hearty party,
Up the stairs I saw you pass unaware.
Perfect and stunning in that dress,
To your hand I wanted to reach,
Only nerves caused just a stare.
You made my heart race, and like a fool I did stumble,
Once again missing my chance,.
Utterly buckled I hid with a mumble,
In my tangled emotions I dance.
Now you are my love and that is true,
Therefor no longer shall I hide.
I belong with you, that’s what I feel,
Making it obvious and showing with pride.
Even though you are taken I’ll wait and stay true, I LOVE YOU.
P.S. You know I’m not brilliant with poems..but I do love to add hidden notes, it’s not strong or as clear but the numbers above will help. You know who I am.. I just..should have approached you that night at the hearty party, but you went off to get him and I’d never want to get in the way of your happiness, my timing is poor but my love is rich.
Signed… A. F. B
Roses are red,
or purple or pink.
Girls are snogmonsters,
and boys stink.
To the three-headed
and your feminine wiles:
Cheers to all of the
broken limbs and smiles.
To the ninja
with grumpiness abound:
I’m sure I can find some emotional laxative
To the girl who
from cameras does not shy:
Keep your lips off my sister
unless you want a black eye.
But I would be lying
if I said I did not enjoy
This Valentine’s season
and the crazy you deploy.
So I’m growing my hair
and writing these words
because I care a lot
for you silly turds.