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
326.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
327.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
328.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
329.ALLEYS IN THE SKY
There are alleys in the sky
And the alleys are in the back of the houses
That God built
So that people could live in the sky read more »Aldo Kraas
330.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
331.twin stateCaasder Fronds
332.using boot campCaasder Fronds
I love watching Ava play soccer, the girls don’t play for money or acclaim
To them it’s not a matter of life or death, to them, it’s just a game.
They’re so young they don’t play with a goalie and they don’t even keep score read more »Jim Yerman
334.Hostel blues -new-
Where the food always feels,
Saltier, tattered, coconutted than the previous day,
And if you approach Sankar sir to reason with,
“ek worker kaa saadi thaa..” Is all he has to say. read more »Bijay Poudel
335.Told Me Then(fav!)
Why couldn't you ave have told me then...
I still remember the first day I saw you.
Your white tee and your bright blue gym shorts.
Our teams played soccer against each other. read more »Khloe Chace
I am confused.
Why am I in a game of football?
Shoulder pushed as I retrieve the soccer ball read more »Psaltydog's Thoughts