Best Kickoff Poems

Rattling and clanking
Starting after the November thermostat click.
I love the smell of the house 
When my dad would first turn on the furnace 
For the...

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playfully up close and personal
tingling joyfully on my skin today
warm and toasty the frisky sun
behind me wintry months of frost

no matter what claims my calendar
unofficially...

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Just because we wish it so, means not that it will pass;
this lesson’s one we all must learn in the Gamecock class. 
Runs my blood,...

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Sitting on the clouds
I feel like flying
Above strawberry fields
I feel like crying

Some feelings I got
Something big is about to happen
Blowin over the heirs 
Just to...

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They have been hiking  for a lifetime  landing upon harsh rocks and dry land, 
ragged and torn battered and bruised they are not...

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 If you go to Villa Park
You'll be in for a lark.
From kickoff the opposition will look on fire
But that is because Villa are so...

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Unmotivated,
I’d dropped my creative side
on the kickoff line
until I picked it up at halftime.

Fumbling,
I now use things I know little about
to explain things I know...

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Like art, religion is subjective,
beauty in eyes of those obliged
followers experience aesthetics  
within their own realms of rapture,
differing philosophies kickoff wars
amidst myriads of gods...

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We 
gather 
in towns
we congregate
in famous squares.
We are the new menace 
and we have chosen now 
to gather in this crumbling place.
For this is the...

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I sat in front of the TV to watch my football game,
When from out of the bedroom an order in my wife’s voice came.
“Honey could...

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A daytime in Madrid
Gray sky overhead
The mist forms rows
Eyeing, hesitating
As spectators in a field
Hovering for kickoff

Masses of zealots
Shining bands of fans
In the style of a...

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Somewhere along the way,
I lost my me.
Where did he go?
He must be somewhere inside of me.

I know he’s in there somewhere;
Hiding behind the Dad I...

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heaven knows we need more competition
I say we move to hell and give it a makeover

we kick out the devil 
and hang up our “new...

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was hurt, by someone I love.
I was denied, by one I ought to  trust.
I was crazy, due to his ways of life, which was...

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