Dull World
By Reannradcliffe937

The wind did whistle through the trees,
The branches gripped the frosty air.
Shadows suffocated roots,
The deathly chill no-one could bear.

But here a creature could be found,
Trudging through the fallen leaves.
It was dull against a duller world,
And its tormentor would not leave.

"Be gone foul thing that taints my being,
Bring back what I had before.
Splashes of colour on my self,
Give me all that, then give me some more!"

But dullness stepped just out of reach,
To safety in the black-grey night.
The Mynci tried with all his being,
But life just left him black and white.

And still he stalks his tormentor - dullness,
Whenever the colour has gone from his eyes.
Wanting the colour to fill up his cheeks,
So he can be happy and match with the sky.

Ode to the Lab Ray
(With Apologies to my Kougra)
By Shineko

I took you to the lab ray,
To see what it would do.
It worked, for you are Halloween,
When once you were just blue.

I understand now why you fear
That yellow Scorchio.
With just one zap, and just one more,
He's changed all that you know.

I love the colour changes.
I love when your stats raise.
I love to drag you to that ray
With every passing day.

But now you are disgruntled.
Your colour brings no joy.
You're lost, for you are now a girl,
When once you were a boy.

The Discarded Magical Blue Grundo
Plushie of Prosperity
By Einestages

Upon a silky cloud he sits,
His bluish coat is torn to bits.
His button eyes stare blankly down.
His mouth is pulled into a frown.
Never moving, always still,
He waits upon his cloudy hill.

Neopians come by each day;
They walk past him, go on their way.
"He's just a plushie; he can't talk!"
They say as past his spot they stalk.
They never care to ask him why,
He always sits there with a sigh.

Neopia is magical:
No single day is ever dull.
If you believe that this is true,
Go to Faerieland, I dare you!
He's longing for your care and love.
He'll smile if you look close enough!

A Poet People Poem
By Weaponstar

A tale long, a story short,
This means nothing to our court.
Hat on feet, scroll askew,
No problem sir, do pass through.

Poet is no middle name
It is a title, and comes with fame.
Appearance matters not a bit
Your song must flow, and be well writ'.

Be well writ', I say to thee
It's no good writing with a tree.
Nor can you have, among your lines
Words that puzzle great great minds.

These words we use so often now
Are gifts all, from "vale" to "Kau."
Stowed within our vocabulary
The power to make, all true merry.

So come now you, come and sing,
Peasants dancing aside their king.
Many tales, all told in rhyme,
What better way to pass the time?

Food and drink is here in case
For one may tire, of the chase.
Around the woods all day and night
Passing through, from dark to light.

Though one may leave, we stop you never
We are many and here forever.
Sing long and loud, the sky is alight
For many things are now at flight.

Cast aside your pride and such,
Shyness banished, or shut in the hutch.
We are one and joined like this,
Laughter rises, like bubbles of bliss.

Come find us, seek us out,
Call for us and back we shout.
Hats and scrolls, tomatoes banned,
Please join in and take our hand.

Upon the Sea
By Flamebaby386

A wise old Krawk of many years
Sat down one day to talk to me.
He had a peg leg two feet long
That bumped and creaked unyieldingly.

He said to me, "Now looky here,
You're young and fearless, this is true!
But let me tell you of the days
I sailed the great ol' ocean blue!"

I rolled my eyes and looked away,
But he continued with his tale,
"Let me begin back in year 2,
For that is when we first set sail...

"I was once a headstrong captain,
Passing orders to my deckhands.
Everything was going fine,
Until we set back for Krawk Island.

"You see, we traveled far and wide,
To sell our rare and helpful wares,
Yet coming back that stormy night,
I doubt that I've been quite so scared!

"The storm was raging violently,
It shook our ship as best it could.
My friends pleaded to head on back,
But make it through the storm, I would!

"The mast had fallen, breaking through
The wooden frame of my fine ship.
And even more frightened was I
When fast our sails began to rip!

"I knew for sure, our time was done
For we would never make the fight.
When wow! For there in front of me,
Within the fog, I saw a light!

"A gorgeous faerie in the sky
Reached out and grabbed on to my hand.
I don't remember much of it,
But then I woke upon the sand.

"My friends and I, we all were safe,
For surely we were saved that day.
I don't know how or even why,
But boy, am I glad anyway!"

The Krawk got up, and then I thought,
What wonderful, strange things to see,
When you are on a merchant ship,
And while you're floating out to sea!