This is where all submitted poetry is displayed! If you would like one of your poems displayed, by all means, I invite you to send them to me by hitting the "feedback" button and typing them in. Don't forget to add a name/nickname so I can give you credit for your work! The poems are preferred to be dragon/fantasy directed, but I'll also accept other types. Feel free to send, send, SEND! ^_^
Also, if poetry's not your bag, don't forget that I also will gladly take your fantasy art work and stories. Again, the "feedback" button is your passage way. If you can't send through that, please still click "feedback" and let me know. I'm sure I'll think of something. ^_^

The poetry section is pretty small at the moment, consisting of only two poem, a co-written lymric by me and Babidoc, an another poem I found. Check 'em out!

The Flameless Dragon By: Luned and Babidoc There once was a dragon named Puff, Who couldn't blow flames so he'd huff, He'd huff and he'd puff, But it wasn't enough So he went out and bought a blow torch.

Custard the Dragon By: Ogden Nash Belinda lived in a little white house, With a little black kitten and little grey mouse, And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon, And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon. Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink, And the little grey mouse, she called her Blink, And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard, But the dragon was a coward, and she called him Custard. Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth, And spikes on top of him and scales underneath, Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose, And realio, trulio daggers for toes. Belinda was as brave as a barrelful of bears, And Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs, Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage, But Custard cried for a nice safe cage. Belinda tickled him, she tickled him unmerciful, Ink, Blink and Mustard, they rudely called him Percival, They all sat laughing in the little red wagon, At the realio, trulio, cowardly dragon. Belinda giggled till she shook the house, And Blink said Weeek! which is giggling for a mouse, Ink and Mustard rudely asked his age, When Custard cried for a nice safe cage. Suddenly, suddenly, they heard a nasty sound, And Mustard growled, and they all looked around, Meowch! cried Ink, and Ooh! cried Belinda, For there was a pirate, climbing in the winda. Pistol in his left hand, pistol in his right, And he held in his teeth a cutlass bright; His beard was black, one leg was wood, It was clear that the pirate meant no good. Belinda paled, and she cried Help! Help! But Mustard fled with a terrified yelp, Ink trickled down to the bottom of the household, And little mouse Blink strategically mouseholed. But up jumped Custard, snorting like an engine, Clashing his tail like irons in a dungeon, With a clatter and clank and a jangling squirm, He went at the pirate like a robin at a worm. The pirate gaped at Belinda's dragon, And gulped some grog from his pocket flagon, He fired two bullets, but they didn't hit, And Custard gobbled him, every bit. Belinda embraced him, Mustard licked him; No one mourned for his pirate victim, Ink and Blink in glee did gyrate, Around the dragon that ate that pyrate. Belinda still lives in a little white house, With a little black kitten and little grey mouse, And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon, And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon. Belinda is as brave as a barrelful of bears, And Ink and Blink chase lions down the stairs, Mustard is as brave as a tiger in a rage, But Custard keeps crying for a nice safe cage.

Well, that's all for now! Check back later! ^_^