Here is my real poem:
Soccer Game
You start a new Soccer game
But this game isn’t lazy.
And the point of the game
Is to get the ball,
Into the goal.
But if you use you hands,
You’re in for a surprise
‘Cause you just gave the
Other team a prize.
And the sound of the breeze.
The sound of fan’s cheer.
The sound of the ref’s whistle,
I hear the ball rolling at me.
And suddenly
The ball is at your feet
And I dribble fast up close
Close your eye’s and shoot.
With 5 seconds left,
And its 1-1,
The sound of the ball
Hitting the net
Then you see
Teammates rushing at you
And screaming “YEAH”
And “WE WON”
Everywhere,
Because you scored the winning goal.
On this poem, this was my third poem I wrote in 2016, and it only took about 10 minuets. I thought this poem would be the one that I would use for the Poetry Festival, but then I wrote another poem that I like better.