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Poem Details | by Sydney Bates |
Categories: dream, first love, children, kids, soccer, sports, teenage,

Soccer Star

From the moment your foot first touched the ball
The look on your face said it all
This is what you were born to do.
Growing up, you would continue to play, you just knew
Soccer wouldn't be ready for you.


Year passed, and so did you, as you became a star.
The training you've had would take you far.
How far you asked? Championship Game, here you came.
With a minute left, you shot the ball hard and upset.
But luckily, Whoosh! The ball exploded into the net.


Poem Details | by heather gray |
Categories: childhood, history, inspirational, sports, basketball, fun, love, soccer, sports,

The inpact of sports

I love to stay involed with my community.One of the ways I do that is by playing 
sportsPlaying sports is a great way to meet new peopleIt’s fun because when I 
go to some of the other high schools I see people from our old teams who you 
are playing against nowEveryone involved in sports here at Mercy High is 
encouraging and supportingThe sports I am involved in are cross country, 
basketball, and soccer  
	One of the sports I do is cross countryThis is the first year I have 
ever done cross countryIt has been extremely fun being on the cross country 
team because all the girls on the team are super niceDuring every race they will 
be there cheering me on, even if I am the last one too cross the finish lineI think 
that running can be boring, but my parents, coaches and other runners always 
encourage meThe main reason I am doing cross country though is to stay in 
shape for basketball.
	My favorite sport is basketball, which I play in the winterI have been 
playing basketball ever since I was a second graderBasketball is my favorite 
sport because I love the way the game is constructed. Basketball is a team 
sportYou could be the best player in the world but have awful teammates which 
could results in a loss
	During the Spring I play soccerJust like basketball, soccer is a team 
sportYou need to be able to communicate with the other playersI have been 
playing soccer almost my whole lifeSoccer is a great sport for anyone to play 
because when you are younger the soccer ball and fields are all smallerSome 
sports are to hard to play when you are young because you don’t have the 
strength.


Poem Details | by Andrea Aldana |
Categories: childhood, family, father, history, life, time, funny, love, me, soccer,

My Father's cleats

 It’s funny how my father’s hobby became mineHe has been a sportsman all his life, he played basketball, volleyball and softball all his youth, but his real passion is soccer and even though he is 55 years old now, he still keeps playing it and loving itHe has had all kinds of cleats, all brands, all colors, different styles, but it does not change anything, he still plays amazingBut one thing I do find hilarious is that every time he comes from a game, he cleans his cleats, he washes them and takes them with such an unbelievable affection, that I’m beginning to think that he might love them more than he loves me, but now I do know the feeling of a new shiny, hard and beautiful pair of cleatsI still recall when he took me for my very first pair, I could not believe he was doing it for me, I was so excited, but now I realize that what I was excited about is that I could be like my father for just a moment when I had them onEver since I was little, I remember my daddy playing soccer, leaving home all dressed up, ready to fight, and win the ball to make a remarkable roll on the fieldThe playing field that we both love, the field all covered in grass, all green, so delicious and soft, so colorful… being crashed by everyone’s cleats and the rolling ball, feeling the sunlight on our skin, and the wind on our facesHaving a team, an extra family with whom we could find support and create new ideas, new plays so we could smash the opponentSo yes, I loved watching him play and cheering him up more than I could ever like watching official and famous soccer teamsI do find funny the fact that my father’s hobby became mine since everyone says we’re too similar, and even though he also has a son, his daughter is with whom he shares that connectionI love the fact that our simple relationship was started thanks to such a manly sport, and curiously, to transform me into such a girly girl.


Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: discrimination, hate, love, soccer,

IF PEACE IS TO THRIUMPH

The Melting Pot is a city
where everyone seems
to live in harmony...
although racism and hate 
sometime make ugly headlines!


On Saturday Ballotelli
brought glory to Italy,
we was praised for his decisive goal;
how can we, as a civilized nation, allow haters 
to spread prejudism among us and build a thick wall?  
It's ignorance that causes
unkindness to others
of different colors and faiths!


My adapted city should be an example of hope
for everyone who wants to make it their home;
I have lived here and seen changes in people
who came together when tragedy stroke:
the wrathful hurricane Sandy was one of them!
If peace is to triumph, there must be love in all!


Poem Details | by Anindya Mohan Tagore |
Categories: first love, memory, soccer, teenage,

Ten



Way back then when I was just ten
My brain was purely devil's den
All sorts of studies - made me ill
Opened books were my sleeping pills

Started looking at girls - through pane
Way back then when I was just ten
From the elder sis of my friend
Got first love letter - 'was refrained

Playing football was my passion
Wear bell bottom - was the fashion
Way back then when I was just ten
There was Phantom and no Ben Ten

First fight with peers, first taste of blood
First taste of kiss on my taste bud 
I used to live - in a bye lane
Way back then when I was just ten

26.01.16



Poem Details | by Kishan sharma |
Categories: love hurts, memory, middle school, miracle, miss you, missing you, slavery, soccer, solitude, sorry, spiritual, stars, sunshine,

love connection

Love is you,my dear, you are mine,
My heart and heart are you mine.

You are only my every moment,
I know that you know it.

The love of both are tied together,
Mind you are mine and you are mine.

My luck and wealth are you mine.
You stay only in my heart,
Do you know how to know this?

Since birth is my birth,
 you have separated from me since then.

Just got to meet a little late,
We do not have any clue about it.

Love is you,my dear,
You are mine,
My heart and heart are you mine.


Poem Details | by Michael Degenhardt |
Categories: family, inspirational, life, love, uplifting,

Soccer Lessons

With speed of light
Fast, furious feet
The little boy ran
Not skipping a beat

With breaths of fire
A wish for a goal
He escaped from the pack
With the ball, there in tow

He ran down the field
To the yells of the crowd
Soccer was his game
With a smile, he was proud

He pulled back his foot
He thrust it for a shot
His face turned beet red
As he gave it what he got

But the goalie was hot
As my son took his kick
Sad at that time
That the goal didn’t stick

Off from the field
Still a smile on his face
He knew he did his best
So he still took first place

My boy was so wise
To know at just eight
Not the place that you finish
That makes you seem great

It’s the effort of the person
Doing the best that you can
I couldn’t believe the wisdom
From my boy, this little man