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The Old Socks - A Freewrite Poetry.
The goals won't stop Pouring in like rain Corner kicks entering like pop Fans go gaga, put off there tops The crowd cheering we want more It's the last match of the icon. ... ... Dark was the journey The balm of fame, the spell of success All of them, he was in search His soul they might take, he's in charge Decisions made, it's the UEFA Dark was the journey An old socks they gave. ... ... First match was blurry So was the next Third was warming So was the fourth Believe in the socks The sorcerer's words stamped on his thoughts He didn't doubts the spell But was afraid of the curse. ... ... The win came in droves Soon, his name filled tabloids The legend they all said None could decode the magic of his legs Deep in the success lies the curse At every goal, the legends leg had a pulse The fame, the curse, irreversible And the win keep coming in droves.
4 comments
wooow that's one good poetry right there! please keep writing poems!
Wooooow. A nice poem indeed.Really it was a too good free writing poem. Deep in the success lies the curse At every goal, the legends leg had a pulse The fame, the curse, irreversible And the win keep coming in droves. This last four lines I liked the more!!
Wooow sooo deep. I like the how the words smoothly played. Also how it became deep. It very concise yet full of meaning. And also you can imagine the scenes as you read the peom. Ughhh it so nice that i can keep reading all over again💓❤️💜
Thanks a lot.