Sports Poem

Poem About Soccer

Soccer is my life

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Hi! Even though I am a soccer player, I can understand this poem very well. And even for me, the look from my coach matters the most. I am the captain of my girls team. After shooting a goal,...

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One Look

© Ashley

Published on December 2008

As I stand on that muddy grass field,
The roar of the cheering crowds
Is all I seem to hear.
No specific voices, its all just a blur
The only person I really notice,
Is the yelling of my coach.

As I go to challenge the ball,
I think, "I want my coach to be proud of me",
The ball is at me feet, I have to be quick.
I dribble up the side of the field,
Cut in and cross, one touch,
From another player, and Goal!
I know my coach is proud of me,
From just one look.

Walking to the car,
Ball in hand, covered all in mud,
I receive compliments on a great game,
I say thanks but all that matters,
After the game winning goal.
Is that one look from my coach.

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  • by Arti Patel
  • 2 weeks ago

Hi! Even though I am a soccer player, I can understand this poem very well. And even for me, the look from my coach matters the most. I am the captain of my girls team. After shooting a goal, if he nods then only I consider it as my goal, I don't care about the referee. So keep going.

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