Sideline Sneer

[carahmellow]

I was feeling annoyed and frustrated tonight, so instead of ruminating I decided to write a poem about it instead. So here we are.

Sideline Sneer

A hardwood floor,
adorned with eager souls,
aasketballs tucked under thin arms,
ahoes like boats beneath them.
They gaze upon the bleachers,
searching for smiling faces
among their protectors.

Nerves ripple through their bodies,
yearning to do what's right,
afraid of unknown mistakes—
excitement laced with fright.

As they step onto the court,
laying their hearts bare for all to see,
how dare we scold them from the stands
for missing that open three.

Our pedestal stands high
in our smug and hazy memories,
unclear through the lens of age.
As we have turned the page,
we have set the stage
for standards, our false selves 
devoured.

[brynmawr1]

I was feeling annoyed and frustrated tonight, so instead of ruminating I decided to write a poem about it instead. So here we are.

Sideline Sneer

A hardwood floor,
Adorned with eager souls,
Basketballs tucked under thin arms,
Shoes like boats beneath them.
They gaze upon the bleachers,
Searching for smiling faces
Among their protectors.

Nerves ripple through their bodies,
Yearning to do what's right,
Afraid of unknown mistakes—
Excitement laced with fright.

As they step onto the court,
Laying their hearts bare for all to see,
How dare we scold them from the stands
For missing that open three.

Our pedestal stands high
In our smug and hazy memories,
Unclear through the lens of age.
As we have turned the page,
We have set the stage
For standards, our false selves 
Devoured.

Carahmellow,

I enjoyed this very much!  Parents, man   !  What they can do to their kids and not even realize.
Happy Holidays,
Bryn

[Mark A Becker]

How dare we scold them from the stands
For missing that open three

Living vicariously through our children does have its pitfalls.

[carahmellow]

How dare we scold them from the stands
For missing that open three

Living vicariously through our children does have its pitfalls.

Seeing the pressure these innocent little kids are put under in club sports... at 10 years old, irks me to no end.

[Bunx]

I love this poem. I play alot of basketball at the rec center where in from. I feel like the reason I've kept up with it since I started shooting again COVID 19. Is feeling more around with my body.

Reading your poem it brings me back to middle school basketball missing an open three. The fact I still remember that id argue gives your poem a much larger relatable audience then one might expect. It's silly how people put so much pressure on young people to perform.