Soccer
Soccer
Have you ever been on a soccer field?
Well if you haven't it’s the m amazing thing
It’s like being in heaven but on grass
When the grass is just cut and the potato bugs are jumping in the air it gives you energy to have fun
And if you have been on a field then you know how the freshly cut grass
stings your nose and enlightens your heart to give you extra strength to
play soccer harder than you ever have in your life. That is what it’s like being on a soccer field!
By: Isaiah Bess
poem by Isaiah Bess
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Margaret Alice Song
Margaret Alice
Come and follow me
All the way to that soccer field
During the nigut
I know you think that sounds crazy
But just trust me for once
And follow me alll the way to that Soccer field
Because I want you to see the stars that shines at night
In the sky at the soccer field
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Soccer
Soccer is the game
My life
Soccer gives my fame
it gives my life
Soccer is what make me live
soccer is what makes me give
soccer is the start of it all
soccer is way better then the mall
poem by Courtney Sycowski
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The Beautiful Game (soccer)
I love you more than my old soccer cleats,
The ones I’ll never give up.
I love you more than the perfect field,
The one I use to warm up.
I love you more than my soccer ball,
The one that’s perfect for amazing passes.
I love you more than me running along those different types of grasses.
I love you more than the cheering crowds,
The stands made out of plaster.
I love you more than that perfect kick,
That I have yet to master.
I love you more than my soccer cleats the ones that hold all reason.
I love you more than my coach, my soccer team and my season.
I love you more than winning that world cup,
That we have yet to reclaim.
I can’t believe I love you more than the beautiful game.
Soccer!
GOAL! SCORE! HORNS BLARING!
soccer fans blowing there horns, eating their food, jumping up and down, painted faces, soccer jerseys, foam fingers, hot blistering sun, fun.
soccer balls roll and fly across the field soaring though the air like a bird with no wings, black and white moving so fast.
soccer bleachers, sweating fans, crumbs of food left in the stands, bird and bees and hornets to fly all around looking for food.
GOAL! SCORE! HORNS BLARING! SOCCER!
poem by Katrina Stewart
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I think there are a lot of things that soccer does in the communities that transcend the soccer field.
quote by Brandi Chastain
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In Europe, it's different - you eat soccer, you breathe soccer, you drink soccer. Everything is about soccer.
quote by Thomas Dooley
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I Fail You
I fail you my friend
Because I promoside you that I would tought you how to play soccer
But I end up doing something else instead than helping you to learnhow to Play soccer and be a better soccer player in life
You have all the reason to be mad with me because I fail you and I let you Down also
So you see now that I can't even keep my world to you
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Ballad Of “Willie, Bar The Door.”
In the town of Limavady,
I would have you all to know,
William Cummings he was born
A true son of the Roe.
And in that lovely valley
Near to Benevenagh’s feet,
“Willie, bar the door” gave
Many a soccer treat…
For roared on by his public
Throughout the fair north west
This humble Irish sportsman
Put others to the test.
And sure ‘twas in his lifetime
A legend he became
One of the best defenders
In the skilful soccer game.
And many were his exploits-
Oh! far too many to relate!
For on and off the field of soccer
To serve others was his fate.
Alas, William now has left us
But his memory still lives on,
In the hearts of those who knew him
And who loved him as their own.
And sure whenever soccer’s played,
In public park or moor,
We of his generation
Will remember “Bar the door”.
poem by Liam ó Comáin
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I Finally Had The Chance
I finally had the chance
To meet the soccer king in
Portugal after the
Soccer game that I went
To in the
Portuguese soccer stadium
While I visited
Lisbom
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Soccer
Soccer is amusing
especially when you play
Its bette rthan looking out the window watching people play.
Soccer is not violent
you don't need fists
you need talent not strength
poem by Josef myles
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But I think it's also hard to get into soccer here. I think purely on a time level on television as well because of the ad breaks. It's something to do with that as well. You can't show a complete soccer match here. Which I kind of find a bit of an odd thing.
quote by Parminder Nagra
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The meeting
I caught your eye
in the Afrikaans literature class
while studying business
at the private university
and you watched me
but the day your car cooked
on the soccer field,
we really met.
I saw your car parked
on the soccer field
and asked Marthinus
my roommate and friend
why it’s parked there?
He said that it belonged
to a really beautiful girl
who probably has trouble with it,
but that people like him and me
didn’t have a chance
with a girl like you.
So I asked him to introduced us
and your eyes were like the sky,
but not blue,
ever changing
sometimes green and brown
and your auburn hair
glittered in the sun.
I fiddled with a connector on the fan
and suddenly it came on
and when I looked
into your eyes
it was into your soul.
You smiled like an angel
and like magic
we were as if alone
and I was under your spell
and when I smiled back
it did something to you
and I knew
that you were the girl for me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Perfection! Lady!
Because I am F
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Stand up 1 comedy
C O COrporation! Moden Madamme
modey @
TV
Chennel;
Is
The smile:
smile and miles of smile
And you still smile
and I am smiling and smiling
and you did not even notice
or took only notice
Or you already have a recipe
For a perfect smile
and this lady play
soccer
or game that looks like soccer
with her boobs
on my friend
at the same time
she is playing with me
and my smile
my comfort zone
my cornfield
in my mind
through my eyes
it is burning,
I want to burn her field
her soccer
and she knows
she knew
she
knows
that!
in advance!
she hides her hands
to expose her chest
hide and hide
type of woman, girl
childish
type of kid game
the only difference
I have
A hope
is to
take her
home
to calm
caam! Kasperjec
kasparove
big blue
her burned
finger.
come here
let me see
why your nipple
get red
are you finger burning
or just your nipples are
getting
hotter and burning red.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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It really came down to deciding between baseball and soccer. Soccer won out because I enjoyed it more.
quote by Brian McBride
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Soccer
Soccer is more than just a sport
It's a common language and
shared by many.
The soccer field is my church, my sanctuary
Its where i feel most safe and without any worry.
There is nothing more thrilling than the perfect volley
Who hasnt dreamed of the impossible strike.
For ninety minutes the whole world holds its breathe
for the one common language we all understand.
In ninety minutes you can either be defined as a hero
or as a villain.
The path i choose,
can only be chosen by my determination
on the pitch.
I love soccer; I want to be on the field.
quote by Brandi Chastain
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I'm A Strong African
High tides do come my way,
but I choose to stand tall.
Knocked at different momentums,
but i refuse to fall.
If life is like a soccer field,
I refuse to be kicked around like a soccer ball.
People despise me due to the texture of my skin,
but they never witness my emotions.
because if i take it to heart I know thats a ruthless sin.
A handsome smile is what they see,
but nobody knows the pain within me.
Some people say my life is perfect like a movie,
but if it is then,
it surely isn't fair because i didn't rehearse this role.
Sometimes i feel like im cursed with pain,
but i chose not to complain,
because negativity in my mind is like the sun trying to shine during the rain.
I face battles as large as Goliath,
but i'm fearless like David.
I'm a strong African.
poem by Halalisani ImmaculatePleasure Mchunu
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Soccer world cup 2010
Soccer is the word on many lips
soccer world cup 2010
Joyous is the mood all
over the land
A first for a our small nation
flags to be hosted proudly
all over the land
White and black soccer balls
will be played over many fields
Some teams will win
some teams will loose
some teams will cry
some teams will be happy
Praise God Almighty
for this special occasion
a first for our small nation
in Jesus Name
poem by Allen Brodell
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Meaning of Soccer
Soccer is a sport of heart, joy, skills, and Honor. Many people play it for money and don’t really
Care about the sport. A true professional soccer player plays for what’s in the front, NOT the
Back. If the team that’s in the front goes big and then you’ll go big with them. Play this beautiful
Sport for fun and enjoy. Many youngsters look up to big names stars like Cristiano Ronaldo,
Kaka, David Beckham, Pele, and many names. Guess what my friends they practiced so they
Could get where they are now, INTERNATIONAL SUPERSTRS! You want to get there just
Practice hard and in games try harder then what you practiced.
poem by Luis Baires
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In Tents
In Waltham, on a Soccer field
A city of pink tents was pitched.
A neighborhood with real thin walls
Some chat, some snore, some mainly itched.
In the distance, thunder rumbled.
Streaks of lightening split the sky
Soon, I knew, the rain would come here.
We must find shelter, you and I.
I am not the outdoors type-
Five star hotels are more my speed,
But out here on the soccer field
Tent building skills are what I need
I 'liberate' a sheet of tarp
To serve as floor for our domain
And with your help I pitched the tent
while laughing in the pouring rain.
Once inside the nylon bubble
(My shoes and clothes quite soaked with rain)
A tiny leak, a Chinese torture
Drop by dropp upon my brain..
Back out again into the Tempest
Back out across the sodden field
I’m seeking out a piece of plastic
to keep out the piss warm rain.
I return to our tent in triumph
A sheet of propylene I found
Is just the thing to keep the rain out
I plop down on the slick wet ground..
The woman in the tent beside us
Like a lusting Walrus snores,
But twenty miles this day behind us
I soon won’t care if Lions roar.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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