Poems About: SOCCER
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
Fibrillose like a centipede and counting backwards
From the laundry or the arcade,
Following the bred crumbs and the beer cans until your
Hair was yellow again. read more »Robert Rorabeck
314.The Amusement Rides
It is happening in the cul-de-sacs in which all of the housewives
Birthing new likely cadavers into the worlds from the shopping
Malls of womb- read more »Robert Rorabeck
315.I Am From
I am from snow covered driveways and gravel filled roads
From gold plated watches and Mecca jeans lined a row
I am from Benz to Acura and Lexus too
From geese in the sky, a sky filled of blue read more »Asad Jalib
316.NO MORE FRIENDS
I loved my friend and my friend loved me as well
In my downfall his eyes with tears did swell
Always by his side with laughter as in the time of the spell
Like young puppies we were and a perfection of number read more »nicholas boateng
317.Mother (My Point of View)
Dress hems 10pm, read more »gina prettybrowneyes
318.Their Happenstance's Gold
Impoverished bodies- you roam, as wolves reintroduced
Themselves into your abandoned home:
Your wives, your daughter- forgotten and swimming inside
Pools, read more »Robert Rorabeck
319.It's So Hard To Say Goodbye
I found you at an early age
Took you under my wings...
My joy, my love, is you
Nothing can separate you from me read more »David Beckham
She asked me today, “Why doesn’t he love me? ”
I didn’t have an answer.
It was hard to look at her in her sadness.
She’s beautiful, she is. Why can’t he see that?
He doesn’t see a lot of things. read more »Veronica Jane
Four visually impaired soccer players,
With a red-hooded girl around;
And like the grooming awards to be judged,
But where is my lover who left me alone in the cold last night? read more »Edward Kofi Louis
322.Always Another Sunday
There is always another Sunday,
From where do Sundays come from?
Do they sell them next to strike-anywhere matches,
Can you buy a three-pack and get one free read more »Patti Masterman
Sky pensives and the birds gnash,
Because of you we wear our black sash;
We follow'd in a tearful promenade,
Chanting the name of our lost comrade. read more »Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle
324.Soldiers to Sportsmen!
Fighting spirit never dies in man!
Man never sees wonder of his life;
Physical form of man is a miracle
That should be put to best use...! read more »Ramesh T A