Best Sportsheart Poems
Football
By Nathan Lee Hannen
I woke up on match day,The sun was gleaming bright
My kit was ready, My boots were perfect and the day felt right
I had always dreamt of playing in the top flight
My mind was focused, My foot hit with might
We were in position and ready to go, My heart pounded
I glanced around at my team-mates as the whistle sounded
The voices cheered as the keeper was rounded
There was a deadly silence as the ball rebounded
The whistle went and my heart still pounded, The feeling was sick
It did appear though, that the referee had given a free kick
I remembered at that moment the words of an old man with a dog and a stick
Control your shot and lash the ball right
The angles tight but the goals in sight
When you strike that ball you will see the light
I hit that ball with all my might
The trajectory was perfect, Three feet high
The ball moved in slow motion, The crowd emitted a sigh
Was it going in or was it too high
It was on its way into the sky
The keeper dived high and right, The ball was in his sight
I remember the old man and the angle being tight
The ball flew majestically in mid-air
As the crowd erupted, I knew it was there
The End.
Why does my heart beat at this alarming rate?
When adrenaline comes on an irregular basis
I don't really know who i am anymore
I'm wearing a different uniform
I'm not wearing a shako
Or carrying my favored brass instrument
I'm waering a runners uniform
With running shoes
I can't take my time
But run my heart out
Instead of playing what I love
I try to compete with the wind
Two minutes. Waiting.
My heart is ready to burst.
The lanes are naked, clean,
ready to be torn up by cleats
and sweat.
Hundreds of eyes blinking and
staring.
Chatter swarmed into a calm
storm underneath this dome.
Waiting is the hardest part.
The anticipation, building.
Struggling to breathe as I
strategize.
Faster here.
Ease up here.
Go for the kill.
Take him.
A vision.
It’s almost time. Everything
is clenched. Find my control.
Don’t go out too fast, find your
stride. Tail the leader.
Wait for the moment.
Step up onto the lanes.
Red and white.
My teammates looking on.
The stakes digging into my
Stomach.
Step up to your blocks.
My heart beats faster.
I want to throw up.
This is it.
On your mark.
My ankles shiver.
Adrenaline at full throttle.
I can’t lose. I can’t lose. Go.