"cleets" poems
I can put away my socks,
My shin guards,
My cleets.
Soccer is over,
There aren't any more meets.
It makes me so sad,
That our season has ended,
But I am so glad,
So many I've befriended.
This season has flown by,
Faster than a happy dream.
I've had such a wonderful time,
Playing on this team.
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 10:50 PM UTC
Dance to the little drum beats.
Skipping through city streets in **** boy cleets.
Dancing like its no little feat.
Crawling through allways filled with weapers
I find myself at the top. I might be one of the leapers
Dancing on skyline roofs in my freshman hoofs.
I don't have enough proof.
Just this wide blue roof
Falling upwards with a passion
No distractions.
Black bag blankets and broken tracking anklets
Desperate situations call for unecasarry fixations
Ive spent to long wrapping myself in ellation
To notice the devastation beneath me.
I see it now
As I fall
So slowly towards the sky
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
For the sake of those old cleets of yours on the floor by the door.
for they remind me of a thing, a feeling, a meaning, a truth, so very similar to a truth many might agree and feel.
Pummeled, bombarded, is the oceans of the beauty of the very love we all see.
patient, kind, loving, attentive, sensitive to the slightest motion, in turning a tightness so deserving as to render the backside of a mountain a mouses naked tail be that of our forward motion as we trains upon these rails.
hence when, has this or that been the bottom line up front* of the very essence of a man or their works , the things they have done, accused, intended or otherwise? we all yell out with a rebel yell as to say, here my friend on this very day, the deeds of a man be counted for none were missed or remissed to find light in the hearts of any good man to be shamed or shameful , for mine eyes , mine teeth, mine heart too truly do taste, see, feel the core of the you in me.
So how could it be any other way than to be tghat of honest men fighting the hardest and most dangerous fight of the very lives from time, times and half a times back.
So for the very pains you have endured, every humiliation you have embraced, every heart torn scar that has marred up your beautiful face, every single tormented manipulation you knowingly chose to walk face first into, I say to you, thank you, for you too have a heart of gold and a soul that i shall pray and stand for on any **** day, and every **** way, for the very sake of mine own.
for you too, know how truly important this really is, and what is at stake, and my good friend, we are brothers , sisters, family to the very very very and truly very bitter or beautiful end, either way, i love the you i see in me.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
I can feel the chain
Wrapped tight to drag me down
I can feel the pain
A sensation that brings me to the ground
I can feel your eyes
Set upon me burning
I will not say goodbye
Even though I'm yearning
I feel very broken
Torn up beneath your cleets
I feel very broken
Like the ground Beneath Your Feet...
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC