Short Kickoff Poems
Short Kickoff Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Kickoff by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Kickoff by length and keyword.
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 even less
about life.
Touchdown when I get it right!
For Nathan's
short poems Poetry Contest
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 get to the kickoff
Like a magician
Flipin cards
Disappearing when the fields come
Everybody knows
This is survival of the fittest
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 to choose,
merely beholden beyond spiritually
wholly invested belief in one true entity
inasmuch as thy brethren's blood is shed in
the name of an all-consuming omnipotence
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 management under” sign
we replace fire and brimstone
with never ending happy hour
we invite all the angels and saints
to our nightly hell raising celebrity kickoff party
finally, we put little green bouncers at the gates
and make everyone wait a lifetime
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 wrong.
I was Casted and blame, all in the name of his faults.
I was left in a bleeding heart,
No one to talk to, all having a stoney heart.
I kickoff ma race, in determination that pays.
Till the time come again...
Will I hurt someone I should love, because of his attitude n pain???
I was left in thoughts, and in trace.
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 it’s the first day of spring
with gleeful sounds of melting snow
melodious and enchanting to my ears
how disappointing to see the sun
toward cooled horizons slowing sink
dampening any delusion of hope
for a premature springtime kickoff
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on February 16, 2018