The Game

The game is done,
The cool air whizzing,
The teammates,
The troops,
The broken water bottles
The laughs,
And the outrage,
Gone.

Now is the sorrow,
The bitterness,
The wish to go back,
And try a bit harder,
Or just try again.
Sitting there yourself,
Surrounded by smell,
Which is not smelled.
Surrounded by hearts,
You can’t hear beat,
Surrounded by wishes for one last try.
It’s all there,
Yet all gone.

Waka

Locker room real,
Warriors with you real,
Grit, tough, all real.

Explanation: I am trying to say that some stuff you learn in life isn't important(real), but teammates and teamwork is important. That trying your hardest is important. That being somewhere where you don't want to be is important. These are life lessons.

Limorick

I live for food,
It will never be booed.
Plants will never know,
The great taste of dough,
But let’s not be too rude.

Explanation: This could be considered stupid, but then whoever says that didn't understand my poem. Us, humans literally do live for food. And plants use photosynthesis to get food, so they will never know the kind of food we eat. And in some cases, it's the plants we're eating. "But let’s not be too rude." is just supposed to be not to rub it in too much.

Clerihew

My good friend page,
Is always on stage,
He plays tennis,
And he’s quite a menace.