Frost By freezair

The Kacheek rocks back and forth
on her heels, unsteady
the Kougra paws at the ground, he is nervous
the bell rings, it's voice resonates
into the frozen circle they spring
the Kacheek whips out a long tube,
Rainbow Colored
the Kougra grabs one just like it,
but Green
they pull the cords... BLAST!
Two icy balls
come flying at each other
the Kacheek is hit by one,
poison-green
but the rainbow ball is more true,
the Kougra is blasted
he is frozen in a block of solid rainbow ice
with a Psychic Blast move,
the Kougra is shocked by the Kacheek victory,
all because of the Rainbow Frost Cannon.

Eyrie of Fire By clow_reed

Rising from the ashes,
A sleek, fiery bird comes,
It's wings golden lightning,
It's eyes orbs of great wisdom.
It gawks at me with it's stone eyes,
Fluttering through the sky.
Emitting heat,
It lights up the darkness
That is the world.
Soaring in the sky,
It swoops down and pecks at me.
It is angry.
It releases a fiery ball to claim my life,
But success is not what the bird got.
It then goes back
Into its centennial slumber.
The sleeper shall awaken, someday.

The Meerca By nigel88

It's tail long and beautiful,
In a way like Pinocchio's nose.
The mischevous Meerca plays many pranks,
It's in a Meercas nature I suppose.

Whether whoopie cushion or stealing,
They always have a trick or two,
Hidden up their sleeves,
Because that's what Mercas do.

Where has my stereo gone?
Why is my house up in flame?
To each and every question I say:
A Meerca is to blame!!!

It appears my watch has dissappeared,
So I'm afraid I have to go.
If you find the Meerca wth my watch,
be so kind to let me know!

Curse of the Haunters By gullibleone

The Scorchio sits in silent slumber
Dreaming of things long lost
A new paintbrush, a Water Faerie
Are items he had, that are gone.

He remembers the days he had food
Every time his master came
But all of these things are long lost,
The ghosts are whom to blame

Fire shoots out of his nose,
He rocks as the nightmare comes
As he remembers that fateful morn,
The morn where the haunters came.

His master was getting more food,
To fill his empty stomach,
When all of a sudden,
Boom bash bam- the ghosts came
And took his belongings.

He couldn't see his owners expression,
However he imagined it quite well
He imagined that expression was his own.
The look of terrific dread.

The haunters stole everything,
And master, heart broken,
Left the land of Neopia.
Now Scorchio sits,
Starving to death,
Remembering when the ghosts
Took everything.

Peophin By princessfaeriequeen

Swimming through the deep blue seas,
Diving in and out of the waves.
The Peophin is spying,
To see what they can find.
Some new waters to splash and to play,
They want to find it, and so they may.

Beautiful as sunshine,
Gorgeus as rain.
Graceful as a swallow,
And sweet as a lamb.
This is what the Peophin,
Is like diving through the waves.

In the distance,
Drums rattle in your ears.
A mystic wind blows past you,
The Peophin don't feel the same.
They rush towards those beating drums,
They rush towards new hope in those beats.

As the word spreads to every Peophin,
They spread the word to every other foe.
For they know that they will be appreciated,
And so they will.
So those Peophin red, blue, yellow, and green.
Swim towards those beating drums