"teammate" poems
Hockey is fun to watch
Hockey is fun to play
Shoot the puck in the clutch
Bat the cold pucks away
Skate down the smooth white ice
Pass to a free teammate
Time together is nice
Don't shoot the puck too late
Fans like to view hockey
Who is the best player?
Kids like Sidney Crosby
He's a goalie slayer
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 8:02 PM UTC
This tough time we are going through now
it's a fight.
but this fight
is mostly for others
more than for ourselves.
The serious teammate we have?
She's probably fighting for the passion she has
fighting for her other teammate,
who has one of the biggest dream ever.
That dream that I admire the most
because at least she has a clue
what she wants in her life.
I admire her
there's so many times when she said that
her dream was crushed
but she worked hard towards it anyways.
(because guess what, her dream will come true some day)
The last teammate
She's probably fighting for her lost hours
for her revision
and maybe
fighting for her club.
Maybe she's fighting to prove that she isn't always a
failure
I don't know what they are fighting for,
and I don't think I ever will know.
And there's me
I think
I know what I'm fighting for.
For my teammate's passion
and my second teammate's dream
and my last teammate's will to never give up.
To prove that
this week
of annoyance
frustration
stress
is all worth it.
and
For the invaluable friends we have
crossed path with.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 8:13 AM UTC
He was never my classmate,
Neither was he my schoolmate,
As we have met on OkCupid,
Which is where we got suited.
He soon became my tablemate,
Then got promoted to bedmate,
Ranging from late-night nosh
To some naughty oh-my-gosh.
He was my almost-roommate,
Now, a hopeful housemate,
Since he would visit me daily
And keep me company gaily.
He was frequently my seatmate,
As well as invaluable playmate,
For we traveled places together
And cloyingly wrestled each other.
He has always been my helpmate,
And is presently my best teammate,
As he has cheered me up from afar,
As we chat as if there is no au revoir.
He will one day become my inmate,
Plus my hard-working workmate,
Since we will both have mini-me’s
Forcing us to slog away on our knees.
He is undoubtedly my soulmate,
One who is to become my lifemate,
For he is a romantic yet **** geek,
A keeper with charms all too unique.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
Soccer season arrives, you’re excited until you start waking up at 6:30 a.m. every day during the summer. As the first game is on, you arrive expecting to play just to realize you’re warming up the bench. It’s not a big deal, it’s still August and it’s easier to tan while sitting down. It isn’t until you’re laying there camouflaging between the soccer bags; laying like a lizard taking the sun in that your coach yells for you to jump in. You scramble up and trip between bags and ***** making your way to the sideline. You do the final stretches and make your way in awkwardly lifting your hand to high-five your teammate coming out who misses it completely. Then it’s game on, it is time to start playing. But that is not how it goes. 15 minutes into the game you realize you have roamed the same 15 square foot area all this time. I got the ball once, I controlled it on my feet. Yeah, I know. Unfortunately when I turned the ball found it’s way between my legs and fell into the opposite player. ****** I’m getting a good tan though; I think I was supposed to get that pass, I slowly jog towards it. Should I? Well now the ball is gone. Let’s go back to my 15 square foot area; my legs are tired. I see the ball coming from up in the air, I’ve never done this. I’m running, just keep running. No, that’s the sun not the ball. There’s the ball, jump, jump. jump. I jump and a 200 pound guy crashes with me, I’m on the floor. Done.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
The glistening sun sets,
leaving a silhouette of hanging trees,
a decoration on pink faded walls.
Humming cicadas and chirping crickets,
play in a symphony of the night.
Bike rides and park games in darkness,
softball games in the bright field lights.
Each crack of the ball and bat create a chaos of teammate screams.
Lost every game, but won each time.
A refreshing water runs on slippery rocks,
swimming among fish and ducks,
Soaking bodies run home,
Baggy shirts, gym shorts,
Adults and children mix in a weekly party,
Beer bottle caps and soda cans clink to the ground.
Love and laughter surrounds a crackling open fire,
Warming bodies and hearts.
Little feet race to where the sidewalk ends,
the grass grows thick.
It is here where teams are picked and knees are scarred.
12am games are played,
cans are kicked, ghosts roam graveyards, and flags are captured.
Waiting to go home, hours and hours of waiting
Hours of talking of all different ages,
Country music and guitar melodies play throughout the street,
a lullaby of our childhood.
Television reruns at 2am entertain tired minds,
Couch and floor beds of blanket forts,
Carried up to bed to sleep in comfort at 4am, the chirping birds, already wishing a good morning to most, but goodnight to this home.
The raccoons rattle and the woodpeckers poke in a serenade to sleep,
In a neighborhood of blaring nights and silent mornings.
Each week, the time flew by.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
Brian was the perfect teammate. We were team parents and out numbered 3-2. But he was a strong enough player to hold a level playing field. When bases were loaded, he was the catcher and tagged our children before they could score a run. His commitment to our team made us strong and we did the best that we could to hold them on base during the teenage years. But their team was stacked. Three heavy hitters ready to stand up to the championship team… Wow! What an amazing game we all played together. And I had an outstanding coach.
But one day, one of their player’s was injured and could no longer play the game. It was a sad day, the day we realized that we were one team and that one of our star players would not be there to help bring our team back to victory! We suffered a few bases, but even though we did, we still came out winners….
Krystalyn married the man of her dreams. She brought 2 new players to the game, Joel and Zoey. 3 runs there. Sean has gotten sober and is in school to be an oral assistant. Score 3 more. I have moved on to be G-Ma and the proudest parent I can be… I scored 3. Brian fell in love, remarried and shared our family victories. 4 more runs.
What an awesome team. We are sad that Brian was injured and cannot play anymore. We will miss our coach. . But, we are happy he and Jay are together now in the bleachers and keeping score. We are still winning…. 13-0.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC
fight the horde.../...I can't beleive it...
we're overrun.../...what do they WANT?!...
a teammate falls.../...the world's gone TO hell...
he won't make it.../...their drive is to EAT...
they chomp away.../...obi wan isn't YOUR only hope...
out of ammo.../...can't stop it!...
fangs tear in.../...she'll never know...
they'll never stop.../...my last breath...
...i think...
stand up soldier!.../...i can't think straight...
the hive mind speaks!.../... BRAINS are for the living...
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 12:48 AM UTC
"Ang pagmamahal ko sa iyo ay kasing init ng bawat pagsikat ng araw. Ngunit kapag ako ay iyong sinaktan, asahan **** hindi mo na masisilayan ang paglubog ng araw."
Sa isang sikat na resort sa Laiya, Batangas napagkasunduan ng magkakaibigang sina Adlaw, Bulan, Amihan, Machete, at Tawa-Tawa upang alalahanin at damhin ang buhay probinsiya. Halos limang taon na rin ang nakalipas nang huli silang nakauwi sa kani-kanilang probinsiya.
At dahil sa iisang kompanya lamang sila nagtatrabaho sa Makati ay sa isang lugar na lang din nila napagdesisyunang magliwaliw. Iyon nga lang ay isang araw lang ang common day off na mayroon sila, kaya lulubusin din nila ang isang araw upang magtampisaw sa karagatan.
Nasa iisang kompanya lang sila nagtatrabaho na kung tawagin ay Cliffhanger Outsourcing Center, pero magkakaiba ang araw ng kanilang day off. Sina Adlaw at Bulan ay mag-ka-teammate na kung saan ay miyerkules at huwebes ang araw na wala silang pasok habang ang tatlo na sina Amihan, Machete at Tawa-Tawa ay Huwebes at Biyernes naman ang araw na walang pasok.
Sakay ng isang van na ang may-ari ay si Machete, dere-deretso na silang bumiyahe. Madaling araw pa lang ay agad na silang umalis. Kapag maluwag ang daloy ng trapiko ay aabot lamang ng isang oras at kalahati ang biyahe patungong Laiya, Batangas.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
Too many things we are afraid to want
too much of ourselves drifts by feeling no love
too many cooks may spoil the soup
but one hire may have only one trick
what will you do when the order changes?
while you are young explore your trades
a fashionista, a driver, go wild in the circus
***** won't came and make you have fun
he will come and explore it with you
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 2:12 AM UTC
Streets lined with confetti
Cheering crowds waving flags
Delighted squeals of the young child
Even destitutes on holiday
And the sun burning its merry way on the sidewalks
Ascent of the podium
Big bow to everybody
More cheers
Slogans read: long live the hero
Happy days to come
and, no one shall stand in our way
The people hush
they quiet as the microphone moves closer
a smile:
I am no hero
––a pause––a cheer––
I am no hero
––another pause––no cheers––
There is no glory in killing
no honour in ending a life
that could have gone on to be so much more
a person who
had their own hopes
dreams––––––––––
––all is quiet over the square
and the sun continues to shine––
––––and people who loved them
There is no joy
in dealing pain
––and pain that never heals
––––silence––––
––a child cries––
a pain that is my pain
a pain that never goes away
a pain of hearing the last words of someone
who could have easily been your friend
your neighbour
your teammate
your best man
your brother––––
They always say: tell them... I love them
and who shall carry out this task?
the one who slew them?
––––––––––––––––––––
so I keep it with me
forever, and perhaps in time
someone will pass it on
––––mostly they stay ungiven
until this generation passes
and that unhealing pain follows us away
and then we go on over and over again
So I don't think that we should say
that we are heroes today
we are no heroes
we are only survivors
victims of a dying breed
and ebbing slowly.
––––a silence––––
The sun continues to shine.
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 12:09 PM UTC
I watched the light of childhood and innocence
Of playgrounds and friends and recess
Fade in his eyes and give way
To the light of experience.
But they never took the time
To see how much that light faded
Because they were each too concerned with
Trying to prove who was the better parent.
His father took him on road trips
To see the trains from TV
And his mother bought him everything
From bats to pads for his knees
But his love of trains dwindled
As he boarded one each week
As the only bridge between
His "family"
At his baseball games,
They sat on opposite ends of the bleachers
While his teammate's and their parents
Whispered behind their hands about
The boy stuck between them.
Their conversations dwindled
Until they consisted of nothing but
I'll pick him up from school at 3
And you better have him home by 9
And whose weekend is it, yours or mine?
He became nothing more than
A piece of clothing to be borrowed weekly
To be stretched and worn, ripped and torn
To be returned in an even worse condition
Than when they received it.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
The cry
of the barrel screams
Screams resound across the earth's
Great Expanse
Expands from the lowlands of Vail to
the valleys of Los Angeles to
the depths of Oceania to
the oceans of death and,
after incessantly increasing,
incredulously stops.
Except not really.
Really, to most Valians,
he was just a name in passing,
fluttering past consciousness just long enough
to get a "poor thing" or a "shame."
Really, his body hit the cement a full
7 hours, 6 minutes before his parents came work
from home, not the other way round,
Saw the alien body of their offspring, then the corpse,
and threw themselves
at lawyers, counselors, and more lawyers
as each professional debated which lover
he wanted as his teammate in the opening of
The Blame Games.
Really, the cessation of Adam's heart
didn't open the gates in exuberant expectation of
The true savior.
His beats stopped when
the world began
The lost change in between his seat cushions
never had just one meaning.
Really, he never thought he would
ever amount to more than a dollar.
Really, the only question that matters,
the only entreatment with gravity,
is, Was he right?
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
I need a woman
A lover, a teammate
A play-maker, a star,
Better than Notre Dame’s “Golden Tate”
I promise to take you just the way you are
Just promise me you’ll help me with what’s on my plate
Dont need no one night stand, or a fling
I need someone who will assist in lifting me up
While helping me to spread my wings
Someone who my heart you will corrupt
Someone who deep down will make my heart sing
In return I’ll give you a love that is true
From the depths of my heart that much I can promise you.
I swer that my love will always be right on par
Till death do us part, I’ll never be that far
As age gets the best of us, our wrinkles be our fate
I promise you not another woman I will even think to date
For in my heart you will always remain
My one and only, my life will sustain
I know your out there somewhere
Not having you is something my heart can not bare
I know your thinking the same thing too
So hurry up! I can’t wait to start loving you.
Dec 7, 2010
Dec 7, 2010 at 9:10 AM UTC
If we get closer
I hope
I can still
Make myself feel better,
Like I did today.
Because
I want to be strong
And work
As a teammate.
Instead of
Depending on people
Too much
Like I did at some stages
In the past.
I'm empowered
And happier
When I'm more in control
Of myself
And the relationship;
Instead of being reduced
To something that fits
In someone's pocket.
I want to flutter around
Have a good time
And leap in excitement
With my partner's hand in mine.
Both trying our best
To find happiness
In hidden places.
Nudging each other forward
Helping one another
Remember their potential
When they start to fall behind.
That's a relationship I long for.
I'm glad you took a moment
To yourself earlier.
I can understand
How that'd be stressful
And you put yourself first
Which is a good thing.
Thank you for that
And I'm proud of you,
You should always come first.
I hope you're relaxed and at peace
When you rest,
Cherish it while it lasts.
You never know
When another battle will arise.
Trust when I say,
I'll have your back
If you ever need me.
l.v.s
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 7:17 AM UTC
He’s sitting there, Beats on music bumping
Losing himself in the rhythm letting the flow
Psych him up, his coach walks over and yells
At him GET YOUR *** OUT THERE. He takes
Off his headphones the final beat bringing
Back a memory
He was sitting there, the coach told him to
Take the bench, the other starter was out
There, where he should be. Gym class picked
Last again told he ***** no one wants him.
He’s tired of not being good enough he vows
To never let it happen again. And so he dedicates
Himself, pushing, driving, putting in the work
Needed to be a star, almost giving up
He never did
The ref looks at him and tells him to step up.
He steps up to the mat, he skates to the line,
He breaks from the huddle, toes the invisible
Line, steps up to the plate, steps Up next to his
teammate, steps up to the foul Line
The whistle blows
He shoots for the legs, he passes the puck
He throws the spiral, he throws his hands up
He swings his bat, passes the ball, takes the
Shot…..
He pins him in 30 secs and wins the championship,
He puts the puck in the back of the net for
The win, He throws another touchdown
Pass, He pulls down the most amazing catch
He crushes the ball for a homerun,
He kicks the ball into the net, he swishes
The ball, nothing but net
They call him the legend, champion
The monster, invincible, hall of famer
They ask how he done it?
He never gave up on that vow and he
Step up
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
Choking on words
Attempting to shove them down
Reliving the vision of you
Brings mixed emotions
We do not speak
For reasons continually multiplying
Yet I wish to tell you
Hurts unspoken
I dream of stopping you
In your tracks
Merely to tell you
Secrets left unsaid
"Your teammate's hands
Skipped consent
I cannot forget
The look in his eyes
His touch left my skin
Purple in places
He made me feel
Like I was the cause."
But dreams are
Only hazy
They're wishes meant
For the mind only
We do not speak
And I will not tell you
You will never know
Of bruises on thighs
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
I want someone to need me
Or at least want me
To feel my presence
To turn to me for help
To cry on my shoulder
To ask to spend time with me
As much as I ask them
Because right now
I just feel like the unwanted friend
The one who no one really wants around
But politely puts up with
I'm the replaceable teammate
Who has useful skills
But my space could easily be filled
By a thousand other people
Everywhere I go
I am either unneeded
Unwanted, or replaceable
I am merely a spare person
Who people forgot
The moment I am beyond sight
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
My father made me Not be rude
Bless my food
Know what’s good
My father made me Sit up straight
Tow my weight
Be a teammate
My father made me Help my Mother
Think of others
Love my brothers
My father made me Think like a man
Do all I can
Be what I am
My father … Made me
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC
It started with a note followed by a couple more. Next thing I knew I was wishing she would skip the 4th and come at me with some force. I was fifteen years young and feeling sprung. This feeling was new to me. She was 18 making me fall in love so quickly. I was just a kid not thinking adult things. Her and I was something so sweet and innocent. 10 months later my heart was broken for the first time ever. **** that **** was painful. She cheated and admitted that it was my teammate who She was dealing with
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
R6 you give me my fix
For combat and tactics
If a teammate is a ****
I can **** them; that's a perk
Spawnpeeks and roamers plague the game
Some use it to gain fame
R6 you give me my fix
but I waste my money on cosmetics
If my teammates are good
I wont **** them like I otherwise would
Rushers and breachers push super hard
but through all of this I disregard
and play on
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 8:14 AM UTC
there are days
when you experience
a one, or two
second delay,
life is a little
on the laggy side;
the movements
follow alongside
sluggish, and
desperate for
rest;
days when you
tell your fellow
teammate to hold
back, but they continue
onward
determined
to attack
and when they're
dead from such
recklessness
aren't we allowed
to sigh off the
woes of the entire
universe?
am i,
your humble
speck
not given
at
least a say
in the matter?
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 2:02 AM UTC
Listen to my prayer, Lord! Do not let me perish!
I need you as my teammate whom I deeply cherish!
Don't let the good remain unpaid and be envious
in this greedy world where everything is perfidious!
Help me, Lord, to stay for eternity in your cathedral!
Let me see my children well, protect them from evil!
Do not let them fall into the panic of this society,
but to trust, to believe in high-aspirations with piety!
Raise me up, Lord, pick my heart up from the floor!
Don't let my words be spoken for nothing, like before!
Give my mother and my sister good health, if you could,
to see them happy here in my neighborhood!
Catch me, Lord, if I should ever fall again!
Do not let me get into dreadful Satan's hell!
Leave me here with my both feet on the ground,
let me see the denouement of my life! Now I'm found!
Teach me, Lord, the secret of two gathered hands!
Touch my soul with prayers that are so intense!
Have mercy on me, give me strength to bear my cross,
to find out where peace and serenity are! Not to get lost!
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
HI GUYS AND GALS
this morning i had a fun time at tenpin bowling and i got a 300 in two games, the first
2 scores were 150 and 150, which adds up to 300 and then i got 135, which made my total score
for the day a great 435, i got 6 strikes, my teammate shane got 191 and 236 and 145, which was radically awesome, dudes
when i got spares and strikes it was cool, but my misses were very frustrating, but it’s only a game
it’s only a game
you might bowl some good frames
but it’s only a game
other players are getting good scores
but you can say mine were good too
but it’s only a game
i will be in a tournament soon
i hope i win a medal in most
but i will have a lot of fun regardless
because it’s only a game
it was fun at bowling
people getting good scores
but it’s only a game
and it is
hey are my frame by frame scores
FIRST GAME
1 9 / 17
2 7 / 34
3 7 / 53
4 9 / 72
5 9 - 81
6 9 / 98
7 7 - 105
8 7 / 123
9 8 1 132
10 X 7 1 150
TOTAL SCORE 150
SECOND GAME
1 9 - 9
2 9 / 29
3 X 49
4 9 / 67
5 8 1 76
6 9 / 93
7 7 / 113
8 X 132
9 9 - 141
10 9 - 150
TOTAL SCORE 150
THIRD GAME
1 X 27
2 X 46
3 7 2 55
4 9 - 64
5 X 82
6 7 1 90
7 9 / 109
8 9 - 118
9 1 8 127
10 8 - 135
TOTAL SCORE 135
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 10:00 PM UTC
Can two broken hearts heal one another? Can two that are lost, help each other be found? Can those torn down build one another? Can the next teammate do more than rebounds? You lose your faith, you lose your sight. You try to find the strength to fight. You’re down by 1, just run the play. Be your hero, save your day. Find your teammate, pass the rock. Let it go, shoot your shot.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
It's a game you never really cared about.
Still, I spent every waking moment giving all I had to this game.
Still, you spent nearly as much time ribbing me about the soft sport that didn't matter til the last few seconds.
Tonight, my team won a championship against all odds.
Tonight, despite the distance between us, I think of you.
Old man, I want to thank you. Cause if you didn't show me hockey, or baseball, or lacrosse, or football, I would have never found my life. I owe that to you.
Mom, I want to thank you too. Cause if you never took me to every soccer practice, if you never listened to my persistent sports ramblings, if you hadn't taught me what it means to be a good teammate, I would never have found this life. I owe it all to you.
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 9:52 PM UTC