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Polar Aug 2015
I have waded through rivers of blood
Still warm and free flowing at my feet,
To walk to you,
To walk to you.

I have scaled glaciers of broken glass
Lacerating my skin to pieces,
To get to you,
To get to you.

I have lost my voice
And a thousand others,
To call for you,
To call for you.

I have lost my vision
Scouring this barren earth.
To look for you,
To look for you.

my tired arms I would open wide in welcome
To hold you once more if you would come
And be at my side
just
once more
And be at my side
Just
Once more.
Polar Aug 2015
She wore a red polka dot dress
With a high pony tail
And lips red as can be.
She waited for him
And late he would be.
In sky scraper heels she stood
With time passing by.
Minutes flowing into more minutes.
She gave up waiting
And walked out the door.
Polar Aug 2015
It's not who you are or who you know,

What you wear or where you go.

It's not your friends or family,

Its words on a page,

In this community.

The words we use can settle scores

or open doors.

So hear a heartfelt plea from me,

Let's stop the wars and do poetry.
Polar Aug 2015
The mood right now is dark,scary.
The people are cold, wary, weary.
Revolution is near, all around fear.
Soon I'll be leaving here.
When I go forth to I know not where,
I'll be with people who will not share.
I must hoard and keep things tight,
Look after my own and do what's right.
One day in the future in a far off land,
There will be peace, no more fear at hand.
I will be at peace at last.
The future feels set.
It's set to last.
Polar Aug 2015
If hearts can break to mend again,
Your free to break my heart again.
Polar Aug 2015
Don’t you hate me, cos  I’m here.

My small life, you should hold dear.

If you don’t want me let me go.

Another life I’ll get to know.

I won’t come back to bother you.

I’ve a right to life, It’s about me too.

Hear what I’ve said, It’ll make you think.

At 26 weeks I can already blink.

In the blink of an eye, my life could be over.

Flushed down a toilet or covered in clover.

Hey I just moved, I’m moving now.

Moving, feeling, blinking and how!

And how will you feel if you flush me away?

Here for now but gone the next day.

Will you spare a moment for grief?

Come on, change your mind, turn a new leaf.

Stop, think, there’s no need to grieve.

I don’t have to leave.
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