The Unorthodox Foal In Box
by 20003425

To you I am a gift,
But when comes the day
When you stop your play
And end my endless shift?

Do you ever feel guilt?
For I am no rose;
My spirit forever flows,
I am unable to wilt.

This smile is stitched on.
Will you put me in your Safety Deposit Box,
Throw me away to rot?
Soon enough, I’ll be gone.

I am not a toy to throw away.
In this box I sit alone,
The only space I call home,
So play with me till my edges fray.

I have been a foal without friend,
Meant only to be tossed,
Perhaps carelessly lost...
Please don’t let this be the end.

The Secret Poet
by Kefzer

I spend all day 
And most nights in my kitchen, 
But when I have a moment 
I quickly jot things down on napkins
And hope that, for a brief moment, 
I will be remembered
For my work with words instead of bread.
Baking is its own art, satisfying in itself,
Pulling those hot loaves 
Out of the oven will never get old.
Carefully icing sugar cookies in colors so bold.
They catch the stingiest customer's eye;
Even a Fresh Baguette 
Requires attention and care.
Like any other artist, 
I look for inspiration everywhere.
But wouldn't it be the talk of town if I,
The Breadmaster,
Won the Poetry Contest?

Balloon Pop Daily
by Elanestia

Oh, simple daily...
how I love to have you here.
If only the 
sound of popping 
did not fill me
with such great fear.

Oh, brand new daily...
your sound is music to the ears
of every passing 
Neopian
without my strange
balloon-pop fear.

Yes, sweet bright daily...
you make us smile from ear to ear,
But this one finds
that your popping
is not something
I'd like to hear.

So, kind young daily...
I hope you will not be upset
that, when I come to meet you,
the mute setting will be set.

Because, my daily,
I hope you don't think it's rude,
but no matter how I fear you,
it's okay -- you give me food!

Wraith
by Scathachs

Wraith,
Black and purple.
The colours of despair,
Gripping endlessly
At the back of your hair.

Fright,
It’s ghastly.
Swooping by,
Leaving those violet rings
Of darkness, more despair.

Fleeting,
You thought you saw it.
A shadow;
Was it even really there?
Uncertainty ebbs.

Look over your shoulder --
Look once, look twice.
The cold night suits it...
There’s a noise,
But it’s only your Mootix.

Quicken your pace,
There’s something there.
Gallop along now
To your warmly-lit home
And hide away safely
Beneath the stair.

The sunlight will come,
And not a moment too soon.
You’ll stick your head out
From your locked room.
Relief....

Oh Meowclops, Where Art Thou?
by Meowclopspurrcat

Oh Meowclops, where art thou?
I am forever in pursuit
Of your one-eyed gaze and clever smile.
Oh, the epitome of cute!

Your grace and glamour is unsurpassed,
Your cunning is well-known,
You keep an eye on everyone,
From no trail you are thrown.

Your eyes--pardon, eye on the prize,
Your small mouth ever-open,
In Sophie’s Stew, I can count on you
When, for high scores, I’m hoping!

How, through the years, I’ve longed for you,
Your sweet little paws and tufted ears.
To my namesake I stay true
While I save up through the years!

Though your presence is rare
(Through the Trading Post I must comb),
I’ll eventually find you there
And bring you to our home!

Oh Meowclops, where art thou?
Your presence will be sought
Until at last, when I save up,
To your new home you’ll be brought!