[thepaintballkidd]

Paintball
Tabor

Adrenaline
You can feel it pumping through your veins
You stare across the field watching…examining
You hear the ref call out “5 seconds!”
You count down in your head
5…4…3…2…1…..GO
You can hear the sound of the horn
You see the paint start flying
You rush to your bunker and start shooting
You see paint on your targets shirt…1 down
You next target presents its self…2 Down
Move Up
No more paint
You reload just as your next target rushes you
Three shots…Three hits…3 down
You watch as your team shoots the last 2 opponents
Game over
You Win
You can still feel it pumping through your veins
Adenaline

This post has been edited by thepaintballkidd: 14 February 2013 - 05:51 PM

[Demon]

shit... in the bed sheets... thank you.

there's your poem.

[thepaintballkidd]

I can smell the A+

[Demon]

i never said i was a poet.

[tallsmallboy44]

Picking a topic other than paintball might make it easier.

[PREDATOR 47]

Paintball is one of the worst topics to do any sort of writing about.

[thepaintballkidd]

difficult...but not impossible

[Fssto]

I guess you could make it seem like a war but at the same time describe it like paintball.

[steelhead]

adrenaline
feel the rush
crouched ready to run
the horn sounds
a surge
adrenaline
sprinting...heart pounding
paint flying past your head
diving into your spot...safe
show no fear
adrenaline
marker rolling...one down
stream of paint DUCK
too close... MOVE NOW
bunker on the run
adrenaline
the final push
last man standing
game won
feel the rush
adrenaline

this is what i got... hope it helps

[SNmustang95]

I feel like you should find another topic.

[dertydood]

Make a deep intelectual poem about how paintball is misunderstood and unnrecognized as a sport.

Now that I think about it, paintball is like the depressed emo kid of the sporting world.

[Antonious]

Use a less existential topic and a more metaphorical one to write about.
Topics like honor, wrath, betrayal, uncertainty, and love are typically much easier to write about as they are not held down by any real sense of being. They offer a much more open interpretation to where you can go pretty much anywhere you want with it and still have it make some sort of sense.

Here's a few I wrote back in my poetry class in high school (Only the manliest of men take poetry classes ). They're no Robert Frost, but perhaps they may still inspire you.

Cogito Ergo Sum

Spoiler

You can not prove that the sun will still shine
You can not prove that the ocean waves crash
You can not prove the existence of time
And you can not prove that fire makes ash

And you can not prove our Earth is round
You can not prove there's no Man in the Moon
You can not prove a fallen tree makes sound
And you can not prove we all die soon

And you can not prove a Higher Power
You can not prove the history of Man
You can not prove the fearful will cower
And you can not prove the fearless will stand.

You can not prove anything, don't you see?
The only proven thing to me is me.

Without You

Spoiler

You! Yes you!
Who else would I be talking to?
You, who feels no pain or shame,
I refuse to play your stupid game.
I'm done, I'm gone, "Sayonara" I say.
You fooled me before, but not today!
Go ahead, wear that mask of grace,
But I know for sure that's not your true face.
With the Eye of the Serpent and a heart of stone,
You searched for prey to call your own.
You may have had me in your grip,
But then you let your cover slip.
You released too soon, lashed out too late,
And there I realized you were playing with fate.
Now I'll cleanse myself and rise above,
Rid myself of your so-called love.
You broke my heart, that much is true,
But I'll be better off now that I'm without you

Insomnia

Spoiler

Red eyes clenched tight, but nothing comes of it
The Silence pierces the ears
Body slips into nervous fits
The brain tiredly grinds unoiled gears

And the Night still drags on

Stomach churns as nausea sets in
Empty, hopeless thoughts come out
Skin is pricked by a thousand pins
As the weary soul fills with doubt

Yet the Night still drags on

This will be forever
It will always be the same
This silent, painful endeavor
This silly nocturnal game

The Night will always drag on

This post has been edited by Antonious: 15 February 2013 - 02:45 AM

[thepaintballkidd]

I wish I head read some of those before....

[Antonious]

Well, they're at least good for inspiration the next time you need (or even want) to write some poetry.