Broomball poem

The bright lights and the smell of the ice,
I walked on the ice with our bright yellow jersey
The other team staring intensely at us
My heart beating at 1000 beats per minute


The referee blew his whistle
dropped the ball at center house
The players charged for the ball
Elbows and sticks flying everywhere

The ball rolled to me
I ran up the side boards
I could hear the footsteps of the opposition
The red line came really fast
Then the world stop moving
I was frozen, the world just stopped
Then I heard my bones cracking
My head getting pounded in by the white end boards

It turns out the ball rolled to me
but i didn’t actually move
I was destroyed into the boards
R.I.P ROBERT MINTO

what makes a good poem!

What makes a good poem? well every poem needs to have a funny story line. It needs to have some rhymes because to make a poem you need those. It also has to be dramatic and funny at the same time. There are some good poems that we have watch in class by some canadian dude. They were intense! Those were some really good poems!