by Andrea Dietrich |
Across the rink that winter evening stood,
against a wall, a rose, in freezing cold.
So striking in her pose, beneath her hood
two cheeks had stolen glow from sunshine’s gold.
Upon this diamond bloom he cast his eyes;
released his hockey stick and ran to greet
his shining rose, by far his sweetest prize
and comfort in the times of his defeat.
And as he came to her, she did not stir
until the crunch of feet on snow she heard.
She limped on damaged legs toward him, a blur
she viewed through lenses thick. . . “Hello,” she slurred.
No limits hold true love. He took his gem,
and held in warm embrace that flower’s stem.
For PD's "A True Love Poem" Poetry contest
by Jayne Eggins |
In Haunting night
falling into dream,
in softness a cloud
glowed at the seams
Bounced into rain
I was soaking up love,
rain brought blessings
and sings of the dove
Falling with stars
ash flaming past,
I juggle the planets
as comets streak fast
Dipping my toe
in the milky way,
I play air hockey
with dwarfs all day
and in rotating space,
a Goliath of rock
in peril we face
And far in the reaches
feeling heartbeats of life,
I look to the sky
to find forever tonight
Opening my eyes
and looking outside,
I wonder if dreams
really do come alive
by kristen bruni |
The slice of the skates creates
An atmosphere of greats
They fly on the ice
Not the least bit of nice
A game of ego awaits.
by Ingvar Thorisdottir |
man triumphs only when there are no boundaries
and with this game the boundaries are set in stone
the team around you, the boys you have grown to know
the rich and the beautiful have come to see the show
steel cuts into the frozen water at our feet
the black mistress has become our only focal
our lumber bound together with adhesive ammunition
I am never alone on the ice or near the ice
breaking away or circling backward
patience is the name of the game
the more it changes, the more it remains the same
my home's past-time -- my families passion
nothing hits my ears quite as audibly;
as the sound of steel on ice
you were my first true love
hockey, you are my only true love.
by Steve Michael |
My passion is sports, always has been, always will be...
Be it, pro football, college football, baseball, college basketball, pro basketball,
hockey or soccer, I love it all...
I live and die by my favorite teams, be it the Braves, Cowboys, Penn State or Flyers, I'm
a passionate and emotional fan...
I cheer loudly when they do good, and yell even louder when they screw up...
I love my teams, and, I'll never apologize for my passion for them....
by J.W. Earnings |
beauty, friendship, funny,
LOL (Laugh out loud) xD
I love your effort
Easy and hard hits
A little better than before
BAM (Be a man) o.o
Owning the Hockey Game
sssssslither like a snake
Sam! You're like a boss - Ooh! Like a boss
(hey man...sorry for my loss)
by Cynthia Jones |
august, funny, imagery, inspiration, poetry,
Love to play hockey
drink bottles of ice cold beer
Where's the bacon. Eh?
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
by Roldan Uybubulante |
age, angel, april, chocolate, december, fantasy, hockey, i love you, i miss you, love, miss you, moon,
Before you came into my life
It was hard to live alone at night
At exactly two am I heard the doorbell rang
You walked towards me holding guitar and sang
Mountains and river, forest and lake
Love is how we enumerate it
Her skin tantalizing my very own eyes
Slowly turning my body in a frost of ice
Words form each others heart
You and me against all odds
Even we are very very far
I’ll be watching you from the stars
by Panagiota Romios |
If I believed in re-incarnation,
my dream would be to return
on the gleaming ice!
Watching the great Zamboni with
I love the idea of removing gloves!
And going at it fist to fist!
I'd be in the penalty box quite often.
For my team I would do anything!
and not for a second soften!
Our goal? Lord Stanley, of course
And pretty girls...quite often!
Pass the Molson, eh?
Yes, a hockey player, that's me!
by Marie Harrison |
funny, happiness, imagination, introspection, parody, uplifting
I’m that shameless child
Riddled with ADD,
Born to be wild and free.
My name is Tanya, but
My middle name is Marie,
I’m comfy in running
Shorts and a tee.
My favorite color is blue,
My eyes are that color too.
I’m terribly afraid of donkeys,
But I’m great at air hockey!
I love the humid summer air
It’s great for my curly hair
Being married is my worst nightmare!
by DC Bursey |
we must all stand together
a hockey stick apart
and sail this stormy weather
with world citizen hearts
loves lives and a world to save
while we all
on this ball
wait for the last wave
heroes man the frontlines
like wars of long ago
professionals and citizens find
an invisible foe
we must all stand together
two meters apart
and pray the sick get better
with our big Canadian hearts
we must all stand together
love our neighbors
love our selves
flatten the curve
to normal again
health care breathing
by Mario Vitale |
analogy, appreciation, art,
A stone will play inside my brain
to help capture a New York mile;
roll up those sleeves
treasure among the pier
Billy toast the mall
shadows nestled above the snow
Bury me below the shore breeze
make room from the outer banks
it maybe a good day
but its room the chosen mouth
light up a lucky
Gordy Howe playing hockey
make room for a lot to see
stones will begin to crumble
be outside my porch window
love has gained
it also has lost
Billy Goat Gruff
cherish those given moments
starts off as a pebble then suddenly a stone
covered the case of a disco
Chariots of fire