Dragon Poetry

It's very sad that dragons
Are (generally) extinct;
Just a myth or a fairy-tale
Kept alive with pen'n ink.

Magic Shadow Shapes

 

A Dragon's Tail

 

Far above the village square, in hill's that rise beyond,
Deep inside a darkened lair, there lay a magic wand.
It lain upon a hardened rock for many of a year,
It's owner was the last known man to ever visit here.

For century's it had been told, a Dragon lay in sleep,
And some night soon, in light of moon, towards the town he'd creep.
Bringing mass destruction, and an endless count of death,
A yellow green in eyes so mean, a scorching fiery breath.

Well, as with many legends, it is made from lies and fact,
There is indeed a Dragon here, but scorching breath he lacked.
He knew he could do many things whenever that he chose,
But as for fire, he could at best blow smoke rings through his nose.



His eyes not mean, just Dragon green, and somehow kind of sad,
Resulting from his loneliness and all the sleep he'd had.
He yawned a mighty yawn, then slowly rolled onto the floor,
He flicked his tail and stretched his limb's, his body still quite sore.

To sleep a thousand years whilst in the darkness and the damp,

Can leave you feeling groggy, and an awful lot of cramp.
He made his way towards the daylight, rubbing at his head,
An early morning migraine made him wish he'd stayed in bed.

But as he reached the entrance, he saw a silken gown,
Wrapped around some bones that lay upon the stony ground.
And over there not far away, he saw a funny stick,
It seemed to sparkle inside out, or was it just a trick.


He rubbed his eyes to realize that what he saw was true,
With captive stare he pondered on the next thing he should do.
He slowly moved towards it as the stick began to rise,
It turned and pointed at him, looking straight between the eyes.

Aware of what was happening, he then pulled away his stare,
His nose began to twitch for there was magic in the air.
A bolt of lightening flashed his way, he leapt across the floor,
He turned to face a burning smell, from what he wasn't sure.

He saw a sight, that caused a fright, much worse than he first feared,
His rear end smoking badly, and his tail had disappeared.
His big green eyes grew bigger, as the truth began to tell.
Left with half his body and a funny kind of smell.

He screamed a scream unheard before, part pain but mostly fright.
His howling heaves had ripped the leaves of every tree in sight.
The cave began to shudder, and the rocks began to fall,
The dragon whimpered back to face the horror of it all.

The daylight lost as half the roof had fallen to the floor.
The wand was crushed and buried, and the entrance was no more.
Across the town the cry was heard, but no-one was quite sure.
It didn't sound a Dragon sound, for Dragon's only roar.

I guess it's fact, it sort of lacked a punch and was more wail.
But no-one's ever heard before a Dragon loose his tail.
For  years to be, a mystery was wrapped around this day,
Many stories passed around, while other's couldn't say.

From made up tales, to fantasies, no-one will ever know,
Just what they heard, or  what occurred that day so long ago.
The legend of the Dragon is still talked about the same,
A monster from the deepest Hell, a devil with no name.

Not far away, in bed he lay, returning to his sleep.
His pride and fears, a thousand year's this time he has to keep.
But when he wakes, he hopes to find his body not in pain,
No magic waiting for him, and his tail grown back again.

He snores a Dragon's snore, as smoke ring's float into the air.
And drifts away, his body safely lay inside his lair.
In time he'll get another chance, his tail may also grow.
It's something that he'll dream about, and something we won't know.

copyright (c) Alexander November 1998
reprinted here with the author's permission

 

 

A Dragon Ate My Night Light

By:  Charlote Adelsperger

A huge dragon ate my night light,

Gulping glass and prongs and all!

Darkness stalked my shaking body,

A moving shadow filled the hall.

As I floated in a groggy sleep,

The bulb-bellied dragon began to loom.

Trembling, I crawled to warn my brother,

And saw my night light in his room!

 

My Dragon Wasn't Feeling Good

By:  Shel Silverstein

My dragon wasn't feeling good,

He had a nasty chill

And couldn't keep from shivering,

I saw that he was ill.

His eyes were red and watery,

His nose was running too,

His flame was but a fizzle,

And his cheeks were pallid blue.

 

I took him to a doctor

Just as quickly as I could,

A specialist in dragons,

And she's in our neighborhood.

She took his pulse and temperature,

Then fed him turpentine

And phosphorus and gasoline -

My dragon's doing fine.

 

 

Nasty Little Dragonsong

By:  Shel Silverstein

I'm a nasty, nasty dragon,

I've been nasty since my birth,

When it comes to nasty dragons,

I'm the nastiest on Earth.

I've a nasty, nasty temper,

And my breath is nasty too,

I was nasty to my parents,

I'll be nastier to you.

 

It's my nature to be nasty,

Nasty, nasty night and day,

I will act completely nasty

If you're in my nasty way.

Yet I largely pass unnoticed

As I nastily go by,

I'm a nasty, nasty dragon

Just a nasty half inch high.

 

 

I'm An Amiable Dragon

By:  Shel Silverstein

I'm an amiable dragon,

And I have no wish to scare,

Do not tremble at my presence,

Do ignore my lethal stare,

Do not fret about the fire

I unleash it into the air,

You are free to pass unchallenged -

But only if you dare!

 

 

I Wish I Had a Dragon

By:  Shel Silverstein

I wish I had a dragon

With diamond-studded scales,

With claws like silver sabers,

And fangs like silver nails,

A dragon fierce and faithful,

Always ready by my side,

A dragon to defend me

Or take me for a ride.

 

I wish I had a dragon

With eyes of shining gold,

Who breathed a plume of fire

Whenever it was told,

A dragon so ferocious

It might frighten Frankenstein,

But not a lazy dragon

Who sleeps all day . . . like mine!

 

 

Dragons

By: George W. Link

A Dragon is a special thing, unique to its creator,

Some look like a serpent or a toothy alligator.

Some have tails and wings and horns, while others have none at all,

Some are absolutely huge, while others very small.

I think that each displays a certain person's point of view,

And what each means is something that's completely up to you.