Ode to Soccer

Ode to Soccer

A Poem by Solitude
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Yet another revived ode from 7th grade English.

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WHACK
My foot collides with the ball.
I'm sure that I hit it straight towards
My teammate.
She dribbles up the field,
Passing back
And
Forth,
As I watch,
Longingly,
From the other end of the field.
Standing in defense
Like a bird,
Who is trapped in a
Cage,
Wishing to roam
Freely
From her prison.
An eruption of cheers,
We have scored.
Coach calls us in,
I'm switched to offense,
It's my time to shine.
The enemy steps up,
Cocky,
Showing off their size.
We are lean, and ready to win.
The whistle blows,
The battle has begun.
Immediately
I attack the ball
And run forward
Passing back and forth.
We act as
One,
A pack of wolves
Protecting our
Prey from the enemy,
Ready to
Shoot the
Colorblind ball
Into the
Jaws of victory.
The goalie snarls,
Then turns to my partner in this
Lethal dance.
An eon away, yet in a second
Passed to me, straight to me,
And,
With my last effort,
I kick the ball.
Another eruption of cheers, followed
Closely by a whistle.
We have scored.
We
Have
Won.

© 2010 Solitude


Author's Note

Solitude
Constructive criticism is appreciated.

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I really enjoyed this poem. I was entertained and liked the imagery.

Posted 8 Years Ago


i loved this you are a great writer ,i wish you had more reveiws because everyone should see this

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love how u starte4d with an onomotapia and I love the personification and how poetic everything sounded! There such vivid imagery in this piece, reat job!
P.S- I like soccer too! :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


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