Game Day

• Artist: Catarina Rose
• Description: sorry to all the non-poetic loving jocks who read this (not that there are many extreme jocks on gaia), but this is a poem I wrote based on a true story, so I thought it fit best in this category
  and yes it's also on facebook as with most of my poems, I didn't copy it, it's mine, promise
• Date: 07/10/2009
• Tags: game football

Game Day

Friday like any other
except for one thing
they're all in uniform.
Green, white, gold,
khaki pants.
It's game day.
Hustle and buslte,
peppin' each other up.
Can't move through the hallways
to save your life.
Movin' at 2 miles per hour
because they're talking
prepping for the game.
It's great.
School spirit and all that jazz.
The game comes and goes.
Jungle roars, bleachers stomped.
We get smashed.
Low score, hung heads.
Click of the cleets is slim to none.
Monday morning.
2000+ students.
Dead silence.
No more pep or prep
no more 2mph
no more talk.
We're all in silence. We lost. At home.
Our Championship.
We lost.
The game.

Comments

[Altair Starlight]

Very nice. I liked it. It wasn't a textbook style of poem, but it still conveyed your thoughts and emotions.

[Adassai]

Oh my gosh, I totally know that feeling. Every year at my school we have our much-anticipated Beach Bowl, and we lost this year at home; everyone was absolutely despondent. Good job.