Sports Poem

Poem About The Thrill Of Competitive Swimming

I started competitively swimming 6 years ago when I was 8. It's a huge part of my life and I don't know what life would be like without it. I wrote this poem to express how I feel when I step up to the blocks and while I'm swimming a race. Hope you enjoy!

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Published by Family Friend Poems May 1, 2023 with permission of the Author.

Water pounds within my ears,
my stomach twists with all my fears.

The race begins with the sound of a gun;
it will not end until I have won.

Doing anything but my best cannot happen,
especially if I want to be swim team captain.

A new best time is what I need,
so the other swimmers I will heed.

The pulsing water and roar of fans
gets driven out by the voice of a man.

It's familiar and comfortable telling me to go,
pushing me onward, not letting me slow.

The wall is approaching,
I'm relying only on his coaching.

My coach's words thud like a drum in my brain,
matching the beat of my arms: no pain no gain.

Fifteen yards away, now ten, now five.
For that wall I duck my head and drive.

I look to the clock and close my eyes.

I did not win, I did not lose, I just did what I had to do.


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