D&D Haikus

I was scrolling through a D&D group on Facebook (can’t remember which one because I have joined so many) and someone posted a comment asking people to write a Haiku about their character; I wrote 3 for the post, but there’s going to be more to come.

Ria – Aarakocra
Are you scared to fly?
Here’s a big rock for you, dwarf.
Feel better now, friend?

Anja Sand – Halfling
You want to be an
idiot? Okay. That’s fine.
I’ll sit back and watch.

Adelaide Walter – Human
I will give you a
hand. But time is money. What’s
in it for me, hmm?

I entered a poem into a Poetrynation contest!

Monria Titans Poetrynation

Monria Titans
Poetrynation

20150408- I wrote a new poem!

20150408 [22:01] Wednesday

Black and white;
Day and night;
Wrongly that is all in sight.

Day and night;
Dark and light;
That is not it; that is not right.

There are grey areas in between
That for many remain to be seen.

There is dusk and there is dawn;
They are both nature’s pawns.

Not everything is black and white,
Nor is everything bathed in light.

Thanks to objects blocking light’s might,
Shadows are always there before the light.

Light is not the fastest thing out there,
For darkness is always waiting for light to get there.

Light is good; dark is evil.
“You are dark, you work for the devil!”
Light is judgmental and must lose the shovel.

Too much light can cause a burn.
Light at night makes us toss and turn.
When are we ever going to learn?

There are grey areas in between
That for many remain to be seen.

Not everything is night and day,
Good and evil is not the only way.

“Evil” is not the only way to be;
Nor is “good” the only way to see.

There is dawn and there is dusk;
Remembering this is a must.

Not everything is black and white;
Not everything is in plain sight.

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Would you please help me come up with a title?

Would you please help me come up with a title?

Hands- light palms, dark back, large, strong;
Gripping and guarding the weapon.
Green blades surround them all;
When and where will he begin his assault?
He throws the weapon; his comrade reclaims it.

Touchdown.

The Goddess of Ice

The Goddess of Ice

The Goddess of Ice,
The controller of ice,
The creator of ice.

She and her cousin Water,
Give each other the cold shoulder.
It never seems to falter.

The beauty of Ice’s hair,
Her pearly white hair,
Gleaming in the moon’s glare.

The beauty of her eyes,
Her light grey eyes,
Watching the snow.

When she’s mad,
The snow turns,
To hail.

When she’s sad,
The snow rushes,
And becomes a blizzard.

When she’s happy,
The snow,
Gently falls.

Her attacks,
Are strong,
And deadly.

Her eyes glow,
Her arms rise,
The snow swirls and becomes sharp ice!

Her arms lower,
The snow rushes towards the target.
A deadly blow.

The she is gentle,
And she goes away.
Disappears into the snow.

The Goddess of Ice,
The controller of ice,
The creator of ice.

The Goddess of Nature

The Goddess of Nature

The flowers, the trees.
Created by one woman;
The Goddess of Nature.

She protects the flowers,
And the trees.
She laughs with the birds,
And runs with the bees.

She controls the seasons,
To represent the others.
Her beauty is shown,
In the plants; in the flowers.

Her glistening brown hair,
Highlights of green,
Flow as she runs with the hares.

Her brown eyes glisten.
As she runs in the fields;
She lays in the grass.

She is angry,
When people cut down trees.
The plants and animals comfort her,
But she still cries.

The Wind brings her flowers.
Nature smiles and is back on her feet.
She is ready to get through the rest of the day.
She continues to play with the animals.

Her happiness causes everything to bloom.
She is kind and gentle;
She hides in the trees.

The flowers, the trees.
Created by one woman;
The Goddess of Nature.