Quidditch Haiku

Soaring through the air
Vision suddenly turns red
A bludgers flies on

Red and black and blue
Gryffindor v Ravenclaw
I don't mean our robes

Exhilaration!
And now the game is over
Wait…that's not a Snitch

Pretty girl in stands
I sail into the goalpost!
I meant to do that.

Monetary pride
We all got new Shooting Stars
Too bad we can't fly

Fly! Fly like the wind
That Seeker can really go!
Oh, his tail's on fire

A roar from the crowd?
I feel electrocuted
Or was it thunder…

Beauty of Winter
The world is frozen in ice
We fly like snowmen

Even though I lost
They need not hang me from here
I'm afraid of heights

Other Quidditch Poetry

From the Referee
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
All good Chasers go to heaven
7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Beaters always get the fun
A B C D E F G
All the Keepers get in free
G F E D C B A
Too bad Seekers never play

From the Seeker
7 5 3 4 6 1 2
Chasers aren't always true
2 6 3 7 4 1 5
Beater barely stay alive
B G C F D A E
Keeps and Seekers cannot flee
C A B E A D F
And everybody hates the Ref.

From the Chaser
Seekers always hover, Refs are never nice
That poem isn't good enough for you to write it twice

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