Sitting upon your throne you think of her, the arctic fox you love so well. The dust has settle from when you fell for her you finally see clearly...
The purest of love...
You sit upon your arctic throne and think of the arctic fox. You wonder if she misses you, if she's peacefully sleeping, if she's okay. Sometimes you think of her and get a feeling in your chest and in your eyes. It's almost like wanting to cry from joy and happiness..
Oh dear polar bear king, ruler of the white, arctic, wasteland. Never have you felt this.
Oh polar bear king you sit on your throne not knowing what to do.
Author notes
Wow i hope this passes
Option 2!
A contest entry
- SpydurPoet's Family Contest #10 - The Big One by SpydurPoet.
4050 points, ended November 7, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This was so sweet and beautiful. You did a fantastic job.
Thanks for entering the contest & best of luck.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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darn it! i need to enter more of her contests!
silly, polar bear king!
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Brilliant!!!
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We chose the same option =D
A very interesting write. I love how you connected the idea of a polar bear king to yourself and gave the people in the story a different being. It gives insight into your opinions and views upon the relationship. The way in which you approached the prompt was not something I expected, which made it more interesting =D
An awesome write
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