This is a poem i made during a sports tournament... enjoy.


On the day when it all matters.

The pounding beat of drums,
The combination of skill and strength,
The stomping of feet against the floor,
The rising fever of screams,

A punishment on the golden globe,
The fragments of sweat lingers,
The heighten of tension,
Face forward, body intense,
Spirits alive and on fire,
The push and pull of breath,
A desirable winning streak,
An unforeseen future,
Winning! Is still a question.




Poetry by syer
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Written on 2008-04-14 at 10:29

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