Tag Archive: Poetry


The Girl On Fire & The Boy With The Bread
Revolutionaries in the Time of Bread & Circuses

May The Odds Be EVER In Your Favor

For those of you who, like me wear proudly the golden Mockingjay pin, and are therefore a passionate Hunger Games Fan, you know that this craze is taking aim and captivating our nation. The story of The Girl On Fire and The Boy With The Bread is so incredibly written, and once you turn that first page, you shall never stop. Susanne Collins is a master in her craft, a specialist in suspense. Every chapter leaves you hungry for more 😉 I think that, like the story of our dear Harry Potter, this series (3 books in all) will be an instant classic and a story that is told for hundreds of years to come. a legacy of literature, a crossover of artistic integrity and popular culture is coming, and I could not be more thrilled. These are the kind of books that truly leave an impression.

So I present the first, in I’m sure, many poems about the phenomenon to come. Inspired by The Hunger Games, a short piece, “May The Mockingjay Fly Forever, ”

With the shine of golden mockingjay pins, the fight for our freedom, and lives begins.

A Girl On Fire will take aim against a colorful enemy’s cruel ire. With quick precision, we’ll make the decision to fly against our foes, strike hard against our hunger and woes, and we will not surrender to those who wear the rainbow wigs.

The Capitol can fall, but only if we don the emblem and hear the call…. The song of shattered candy hues of glass, echo in our midst, our freedom to live is nigh, sweet taste for which, we could have only wished!

Alongside our Leaders, Spirited Katniss, and Sweet Peeta, we will let our hearts and hungers lead us, and through our passions, they shall free us.

Down with the Capitol, we raise three fingers, to the girl that taught us all,

To fight for our rights, to fight for life, love, and other such worthy endeavors.

We sing a song of battle tonight.

May the Mockingjay Fly Forever.

*Written in Honor of The Hunger Games Movie Opening At Midnight Tonight*

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Beauty That Defies The Cold

A fair tide, and a fine afternoon to you, fellow blog adventurers! ^_^

I’ve been inspired by my English Literature class as of late, learning about the Romantics, their love of nature and their poems personifying the sublime! I wrote this about a week back, as I awoke to find the world sparkling with snow. I felt myself, as I’m sure Wordsworth, and Blake did when greeted with a majestic scene of natural beauty, overwhelmed with emotion. So I would like to present you my first ever poem written in the romantic style, “Mystic Is My World In Snow.” I hope you feel moved, and even inspired to write about your own flourishing natural world, enveloping you in lovliness!

Dress my world in brilliant white
Paint today in snow to wonder and delight
Let sparkling magic fall and adorn my hair
Let its ethereal beauty linger there.

Oh sacred secrets of the sky
I cannot deny your ultimate sublime
You take the everyday, and with your Cloudy Climes
And glowing Snowshine Skies
Create a wintry wonderland before my eyes

Mystic is my world in snow
Warm feelings alight, my heart is aglow
For all is right, and gone is woe
When snowflakes swirl and dance aside my window

Like children we delight in the gorgeous white lovliness
Everything softens, everythings brightens, gone is all ugliness
Love is a snowstorm, wild and wonderfully warm
Lips pressed to lips, snowflakes kiss
Our cheeks so tenderly
What could be amiss

When all is bliss?

Dress my world in brilliant white
Let us live forever in this majestic sight
Sparkling drifts, whispers the words that we only know
When we feel a reaching warmth in falling snow

Beauty that defies the cold.

The Boy Who Lived Becomes Legend

Dear Readers:

I hope you all enjoyed my last post, in which I hopefully showed you how I implement emotion into my writing and try to make the reader feel what I feel, take them there with me, in fact. In keeping with this Harry Potter type theme, (I’m afraid insane fan girl doesn’t even BEGIN to describe my feeling towards J.K. Rowling’s epic masterpiece) today, I’m going to share with you my first attempt at an epic poem. I wanted to see if I could take seven books, accompanied by eight movies, and trasnform them into a poem that had just as much feeling, suspense, granduer and poetic grace as the series.

I hope you enjoy it, I’d like to think of it as my tribute to JK’ Rowling’s wondrous work, and as always I would very much like to hear your thoughts, opinions and criticisms.

Happy Reading, let your writer be your guide, and don’t be afraid to lose yourself, and indeed find yourselves in a story. Now, watch before your eyes as A Boy Who Lived becomes a Legend.

Ten years ago as we well know…. a boy became a wizard in The Socerer’s Stone.

A year older then, wand raised with no regrets, he boldly took on his darkest enemy in The Chamber of Secrets.

Daunting dementors, and taunting rivals, whirling at him in the third year at hand, he uncovered the past, and discovered a man, a Prisoner of Azkaban. To the Dursley’s he never did wish to go back, once met he his godfather, the noble Sirius Black.

Fighting dragons, rash wild branches, and mermaids in the toss and toil of black waves, not to mention a twisting tangle of a maze, was naught compared to what young Harry would face upon being stolen away to a forlorn dark grave. Losing dear friend, a most horrid sight to see, t’was the wrongful end of dear Mr. Diggory. So happened this ressurrestion of a dark enemy’s ire, how Harry did suffer at the whim of The Goblet of Fire.

Age fifteen, no longer a boy but a man, Harry is haunted by dreams from a most pale, deathly hand. Oppressed by authorative tyranny, such wretched pink villainy, He stood up against a sickly sweet horror, with an army of friends named for his hero Dumbledore. Loss struck him yet again, as noble Sirius Black met his untimely end. Shattered, and broken, he sought revenge, yet instead found a token that would pit him once more, against the monster of a man who murdrous murders adored. Neither can live, while the other survives, one must prevail, as the other dies, Harry Potter so painstakingly picked, to save the wizarding world in The Order of the Phoenix.

Dear chosen one, facing the trials and triumphs of love, wonders what awaits him as sixth year comes. An old school foe, fallen from his playful arrogant ways, treads ever more into darkness, with a poisonous plot at play. Eaters of death, mark the young aristocrat as their own, as an evil power ascends higher to the throne. A dark lord rises, a great wizard falls, a surprise assassin, a daunting call. Harry’s screams echo in that hallowed hall, lost so many loved, now the man who taught them all. The true pain of impending hardship hits, darkness decends at the doings of A Half Blood Prince.

Forced into hiding, the hero’s disguise cloaking his many friends, they do fly off to safe digs, yet is lost a funloving flighty fowl, his faithful owl, Hedwig. All that is familiar is lost, very lives could be the cost. A snapped wand, a frozen pond, same mind, different faces, unfamiliar lonely places. A row with a red-haired weasely, always moving, searching for soul pieces, no one said it would be easy. A child’s story could so cleverly hold a living mystery, a stone, a wand, a cloak owned by the Pevril Brothers Three. The search thickens, yet Harry’s heart quickens, as he is brought to a place he longed to avoid. The sprawling mansion owned by the family of Malfoy. Torture and tears, realized fears, threats and argument of a sacred sword, not to mention a death that left them sobbing, everyone forced to bid farewell to a helpful house elf named Dobby. Horcuxes hunted, an dangerous race run, who can predict what is to follow, death can be mastered only by he, who possesses the Deathly Hallows.

Deathly Hallows: The End is Near! Wizard & Muggle Alike Unite!