Hockey
From the very first moment I saw them all,
I knew that this was who I wanted to be.
With my eyes wide open, looking around,
"Does everyone else see what I see?"
Sports aren't just a good way to get into shape and have fun. They can teach you valuable life lessons. You will learn how to respect others by respecting your teammates, coaches, and opponents. You will learn how to get along with others when you form part of a team. You will learn that practice is a prerequisite to success, in all aspects of life. You will learn to do your best. You will learn to never give up. Best of all, you can make lasting friendships and have a great time in the process.
From the very first moment I saw them all,
I knew that this was who I wanted to be.
With my eyes wide open, looking around,
"Does everyone else see what I see?"
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My Sport
The big jumps, bruises, and broken bones
The blood that pours from open wounds
The stitches needed to mend the cuts ...
I start up my bike it feels so right. Give it some gas now it warm I take off with a roar. I ride to the track put my goggles on I line up at the starting gate look around 20 other guys right...
When I'm the mat
All I think is put him on his back
When I take my shot
I hope I don't get blocked ...
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in the mirror I see my reflection
but in my eyes there's never perfection
I'm turning and twisting spinning around...
Thank you so much Toni for this wonderful poem. This really embodies everything about a dancer and snaps me into my studio. I needed a poem of my choice for one of my school courses that we...
Baseball is America's past time;
the green fields and the fresh dirt;
cool, beautiful spring days;
your girlfriend on the bleachers....
I run just because
to feel my heart pump
to know I exist
to feel my hair whip around me...
I so much Love to run as well Kate it helps me yes also to remind me that I am real and I do exists and it some times gives me joy in my day when I don't have any and helps me to relax.
-Liz
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I jump on to the toboggan,
landing behind my friend.
We ride down the hill,
the sled not lagging an inch...
The bumps, bruises, and broken bones
The blood that pours from open wounds
The stitches needed to mend the cuts
All of this can become too much
We'll when I read this poem I legitly started to sort of cried because Mitchell Described me so well. And he knows what is it is about thank you so much. You inspired me to write about...