A Poem by whiteNight

Mm, that rush of competition. Whether is be again an opponent or yourself - It's another feeling entirely c:


Harder. Faster. Stronger.

It’s only an open field and me

I stand and take a deep breath

This is where I need to be

I take off sprinting

The ball at me feet

Who said I did this for fun?

Sure as hell isn't a treat

My legs are on fire

My heart is racing

I can’t stop now

This is my dream I’m chasing

Shot after countless shot

I can’t accept a mistake

Water drenching my body

It had to be raining, for God’s sake

My lungs are breathing in ice

My fingers have frozen cold

But I won’t stop trying

Too late to give in and fold

My body is shaking

Feelings like I'm dying

My mind says give up

My heart says never stop trying

Rain and cold only separates

The try from the try not

You have to work for that one chance

When that one chance is all you got

11 long years of sport

Yeah, sometimes I fall

But I keep pushing foward

I've always gave my all

To come out of top

To always be in my prime

To say I never gave up

To win gold -

Every damn time.

© 2013 whiteNight

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This is really good, I enjoyed reading it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


11 Years Ago

I'm really glad you enjoyed it(:
Shows what it truly takes to make ur dreams reality

Posted 11 Years Ago


11 Years Ago

Thanks! I wanted to be able to put determination into a poem, especially about something I'm passion.. read more

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Added on June 18, 2013
Last Updated on June 19, 2013
Tags: motivation, athlete, keep moving forward



San Antonio, TX

Hi, I'm 16, and constantly moving. I've lived around the world, and I wanted a place to share my writing. I'm a sucker for beat poems, and I would be lost without sports and literature in my life. .. more..

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A Poem by whiteNight