By: Marielle Thyen
Tinted gold laces
Wrapped so tightly.
Mud stains and ripped seams.
Galloping like a stallion
On my field of dreams.
You’ve taken me many places.
With grit and glory.
From snow to sand,
In rain and heat.
Yet you still manage to hug my feet.
You’ve been stepped on
Like a forgotten insect.
Kicked as hard as a rock.
Despite the pain,
You are a fighter.
The aroma you produce
Like a cup of spoiled juice.
Soaked like a sponge, chock full of turf.
But those memories of determination,
Will take us to the ends of the earth.
I love the figurative language and description words you used to describe your cleats and love for soccer.
The figurative language was really good and I liked the use of rhyming words. You could maybe make it a little longer. I enjoyed the line, “Soaked like a sponge, chock full of turf.” It really helped me picture the cleats after you have played a game.
I like the rhythym and flow of your poem, as well as the figurative language used to describe your cleats.