Poetry

	To Jhudora, Not On Her Day Today is not Jhudora Day and so I will write A poem of Jhudora, but not the one you might think. It won't be hard edges, it won't be Illusen, But instead the softer daydream behind a blink. by agedbeauty
	Terrors of the Carnival I found myself there once, in error, in that land of forgotten meaning; Lost amid those lurking terrors, I felt certain I was dreaming. by sir_serene
	The Great Petpetpet Haiku Marathon - Part 1 There are so many Neopian Petpetpets Let’s introduce them by hanna_banana
	The Yurble Farmer Have you met the Yurble farmer Who lives just north of Meridell? If you visit him at Meri Acres, He will have many stories to tell. by tatyanne
	Arty’s Neopian Garden Centre Arty’s colourful gardens are a sight to see! by supremity
	Terror Reckons, Treasure Beckons Terror’s precipice is the highest peak, each crevice concealed by its mightiest mystique. Deep runs the recess into the interior, seeping into pieces that are far inferior. by periodicage
	The Altador Cup: Dacardia Summer! It's been a great weather on Tales of Dacardia, Celebrating many years, celebrating with Baelia! Baelia has turned into a Rainbow Faerie: Iridesia. The rainbow colours glow within the Grey Faerie criteria. by profebest
	What’s in a Name? I contemplate my existence, my purpose, my place, Which can be quite a struggle with an ever-changing face. Still, I persist; by hfallyn
	Cheryl Shelly the Slushie Slinger As The Month of Relaxing draws near, Cheryl Shelly knows that her days of relaxation will be put on hold. by weiyannn
	The Crumpetmonger’s Quiet Secret Rarely do poets hide what their hands or hearts desire, Each sweet I crave I bury deep, lest gossip's flame catch fire. by schneiderdornroschen

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"The White Weewoo and the Black Gathow" by garibaldo__
On a large and beautiful farm, there was a huge herd of Babaa Petpets. The entire area was surrounded by a vast orchard filled with fruit trees. From the entrance of the farm all the way to the great gate, there was a row of coconut trees on both sides, overflowing with ripe coconuts. One day, the cook went to pick spherical strawberries to make a delicious pie, the strawberry mince pie. It was the favourite pie of everyone who lived there. She carried a little basket with her and returned with it full of ripe, bright red spherical strawberries. While preparing the tasty strawberry mince pie, she listened to the songs of the birds delighting themselves with the coconuts and the fruits of that wonderful place. There was a White Weewoo that perched on her window every single day. He was very used to her and did not mind being fed directly from her hand. He was a beautiful bird! The magic of his song brought her peace and joy every day. It was sweet and gentle, like the soft chime of a waterfall flowing through the silence of nature, creating a spectacular symphony that soothed the heart and uplifted the soul. The song of the Weewoo made her feel as though she could travel across the entire valley without ever leaving her place. In that house, there also lived a Petpet, the black Gathow, a very clever little cat who loved chasing the Babaas around, making them run desperately all over the farm. It was his favourite pastime: scaring the lovely Babaas, until one day...

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