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?

This 14-Year-Old Boy Just Wrote The Most Important Poem Of The 21st Century

This 14-Year-Old Boy Just Wrote The Most Important Poem Of The 21st Century

Our Generation

WORLD •  • FEB 27, 2014 – 9:48AM

If you’ve ever lost faith in this generation or the next one, this 14-year-old boy may give you just enough hope to get through the day.

Derek Nichols decided to post a poem written by his younger brother, Jordan, who seems to be wise beyond his years.

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.

The Goddess of the Flames

The Goddess of the Flames

The fires!

Controlled by the goddess,
The inventor of the flames,
The wielder of the heat.

Her eyes make her look evil.
The red flames in her eyes,
Can be angered easily.

When angered,
Volcanoes erupt,
Cities crumble.

Never sad, though.
If there is a forest fire, she helps put it out.
If angry, makes it worse!

When filled with happiness,
She helps the campers with their campfires.
Then becomes upset when it is doused with water.

Her attack,
Deadly,
Frightening.

Her eyes become blood red,
She is engulfed in flames,
She puts her hands out in front.

Whoosh!
The fires shoot out of her hands!
They zoom onto their target.
The burning victim shall never again see water.

Hard to believe,
But she then becomes calm.
And somewhat kind.

She disappears in a puff of smoke,
Where she was standing,
She is no more.
Her beauty to be seen,

Another day.