A HAIKU YOU WILL WRITE
AND POST IT HERE TO BE JUDGED
THERE WILL BE PRIZES
The theme of the contest is "The Ironsong Tribe"
Post an entry and we will judge them all and reward the ones we find most worthy.
Remember the Haiku 5/7/5 syllable format and get to work.
Anything tribe related is fair game.
Good luck!
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Lady Bard of Ironsong
My strength is unmatched;
My quickness legendary;
Chuck Norris I am.
Arthas the Lich King;
Fears Ironsong the mighty;
Ironsong is Strength.
Sreng and Meathook run
Deny any and all fault
Resurrections INC
Brothers in arms laugh
Round a warm winter campfire -
Ever-changing kin
Blade of Iron wrought
Tempered in one thousand dreams
Sings a Song of hope
And another I thought of that should not count:
Never knowing peace
Forever at the vanguard
Shields of Ironsong
Run, Alliance Run
For there is no place to hide
For Gra'zak is here
Wardrums beat loudly
The call to arms has begun
Lok'tar Ogar, Horde!
Di-Di-Dispaya
Always singing and dancing
Voice of Ironsong
Vigilant Kosath
Ironsong's backbone and shield
Defend the clothies! (lol)
Iron to smite our foes
Song to lighten the tribe's heart
Red Ironsong Hammer
A troll haiku:
Da elfie girl dance
in da fountain in da glade.
Da troll tug his ears.
As one we gather;
Sharing sorrow, sharing joy;
The Tribe's pulse beats on.
When with Ironsong
Melikar will talk of pants
This is no surprise
*bows politely*
~Preylee
vile betrayal-
on the snows of Agranthar
dragonfire blooms
Big big bada-boom
Such pretty colors we make
We got explosives
Before Thrall we stand,
Resolute in Winter's Grasp,
The Tribe shall not fall.
some personal ones:
Anca the hunter -
Childe of Thunder, Childe of Storm,
Knows more than she shows.
Skrap and Anca make
for a scary team: Boom, stomp,
boom, stomp, all day long.
No more White Lady,
'Spaya always sing for Tribe.
'Spaya Anca's friend.
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Pronunciation:
tetsuka no hi
koori no gajyou
muchi wa nai
Translation:
Ironsong's Fire
(and the) Citadel of Ice
The Scourge is no more
(I chose here the definition of Scourge as "whip," not "plague." It works for the rhythm, and evokes the idea that they are Arthas' weapon)
In Melikar's dream
Silken stitch and pleated hem
Oh the joy of pants!
This poem was inspired by the first moot I attended.