Poems About Sports Seeking Friendly Advice
#sports
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
11th Feb 2023 1:06am
11th Feb 2023 1:06am
.......Rush (Can I Get A Moment Of Your Time, Miss. Philly)
Philadelphia state of mind I must speak of
Soft and silken Sisterly affection blanketing by some weakening Brotherly love
An addictive inner city of carnal pleasure seeking distractions
An enticing tour to roam deep within the soul, a rapid pulse for private satisfaction
Mm... the turnpike curves of Pennsylvania, nestled between New Jersey and New York
The main dish of butter rum a la carte can be enjoyed without any spoons or forks
Palate dining pleasure catered for three
Swinging balls enjoying the holes in...
Soft and silken Sisterly affection blanketing by some weakening Brotherly love
An addictive inner city of carnal pleasure seeking distractions
An enticing tour to roam deep within the soul, a rapid pulse for private satisfaction
Mm... the turnpike curves of Pennsylvania, nestled between New Jersey and New York
The main dish of butter rum a la carte can be enjoyed without any spoons or forks
Palate dining pleasure catered for three
Swinging balls enjoying the holes in...
#city
#travel
#sports #sexy
#sports #sexy
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
8th Feb 2023 7:56am
8th Feb 2023 7:56am
Don't Call it a Bicycle
Don't call it a bicycle
it's much more serious than that
it's an extension of the Id called a bike
and nothing says 'athlete' like
an old man with his game face on
we all pretend, just a little bit anyway
me? I'm Greg Lemond
riding L'Aple d'Huez during Le Tour
I see myself soaring like an eagle
sweat soaked but smooth and powerful
until I'm passed by someone one third my age
No respect
don't they know I'm Greg Lemond?
oh well, I down shift a a couple of gears
just so I can breathe again
and go looking for a coffee...
it's much more serious than that
it's an extension of the Id called a bike
and nothing says 'athlete' like
an old man with his game face on
we all pretend, just a little bit anyway
me? I'm Greg Lemond
riding L'Aple d'Huez during Le Tour
I see myself soaring like an eagle
sweat soaked but smooth and powerful
until I'm passed by someone one third my age
No respect
don't they know I'm Greg Lemond?
oh well, I down shift a a couple of gears
just so I can breathe again
and go looking for a coffee...
#identity
#sports
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
18th Sep 2022 10:18pm
18th Sep 2022 10:18pm
Oh When The Saints Go Marching In.. There Will Be Brawl
I was going to write something spiritual to soothe the mind, maybe something titillating to arouse the physical senses, but I cannot allow this week two around the NFL to slip by.
I have to sit back in amazement for the efforts of my New Orleans Saints... the best team in the league to me even without the throwing arm of Drew Brees..
There were paired with the Robot and his crew, the robot is known as Tom Brady, by yours truly
The game was low scoring and plenty of defense to contain Tom Brady in the pocket to interchange between offense and defense.
...
I have to sit back in amazement for the efforts of my New Orleans Saints... the best team in the league to me even without the throwing arm of Drew Brees..
There were paired with the Robot and his crew, the robot is known as Tom Brady, by yours truly
The game was low scoring and plenty of defense to contain Tom Brady in the pocket to interchange between offense and defense.
...
#sports
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missjem56
Poem Published
6th Aug 2022 4:10pm
6th Aug 2022 4:10pm
Batted About
Yesterday
I was attacked
By a feral
Table tennis table
It pounced on me
I lay beneath it
At its mercy
Blood was drawn
But i managed to crawl out
From beneath it
And stem my blood flow
Then exacted my revenge
I pinged it, but didn't pong
As me, and some fellow warrior women
Took the table tennis table
ApArt in the Park
What a lark!
by Jemia
I was attacked
By a feral
Table tennis table
It pounced on me
I lay beneath it
At its mercy
Blood was drawn
But i managed to crawl out
From beneath it
And stem my blood flow
Then exacted my revenge
I pinged it, but didn't pong
As me, and some fellow warrior women
Took the table tennis table
ApArt in the Park
What a lark!
by Jemia
#LifeStruggles
#funny
#sports #revenge
#sports #revenge
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
15th Jun 2022 7:18pm
15th Jun 2022 7:18pm
Courting
Grip cannister firm
backwards-yank silver ring
tsssssssssssss!
optic yellow trio sing
intoxicating fragrance wafts
from taut rubber epidermis
fuzzy orb caresses the palm
soon flies to fulfill its purpose
when in cobalt blue sky is tossed
masochistic resilience
their mere mortal players lack
though constantly beaten
immediately bounce back
oh the sound of ecstasy!
when by the sweet spot struck
proximate to the sensual song
when electric G-spot's plucked
In shared love begins
ends when one wins...
backwards-yank silver ring
tsssssssssssss!
optic yellow trio sing
intoxicating fragrance wafts
from taut rubber epidermis
fuzzy orb caresses the palm
soon flies to fulfill its purpose
when in cobalt blue sky is tossed
masochistic resilience
their mere mortal players lack
though constantly beaten
immediately bounce back
oh the sound of ecstasy!
when by the sweet spot struck
proximate to the sensual song
when electric G-spot's plucked
In shared love begins
ends when one wins...
#happiness
#love
#MyInspiration #sports
#MyInspiration #sports
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
6th May 2022 9:17pm
6th May 2022 9:17pm
Day On The Bay With Father - The Boat
Getting up with the Sun
going Sailing with dad
the one avocation
for which he has passion
sneaking out of our cul de sac
sailboat in tow
a 19 foot O’Day Daysailer
big enough to have a cabin
small enough for a centerboard
For if much bigger
It would have fixed keel
That we couldn’t
transport with trailer
The flagship
In our family fleet
with only one other
vessel a member
seven foot, eleven inch,
bathtub-like dinghy
mysteriously named an El Toro
with mast, sail, centerboard rudder ...
going Sailing with dad
the one avocation
for which he has passion
sneaking out of our cul de sac
sailboat in tow
a 19 foot O’Day Daysailer
big enough to have a cabin
small enough for a centerboard
For if much bigger
It would have fixed keel
That we couldn’t
transport with trailer
The flagship
In our family fleet
with only one other
vessel a member
seven foot, eleven inch,
bathtub-like dinghy
mysteriously named an El Toro
with mast, sail, centerboard rudder ...
#happiness
#love
#father
#memories
#sports
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
20th Apr 2022 5:29am
20th Apr 2022 5:29am
Day On The Bay With Father - Underway
Launching from the Oakland Estuary
a busy waterway off Alameda Island
where smaller craft must be wary
of much larger vessels, tankers and such
Dad lifts toward heaven
the twenty two and a half foot mast
Assuresall lines and ropes are attached
fires up the outboard will use
to traverse the aqua avenue
that empties on the San Francisco Bay
recall being in awe
of the immensity of the place
serenaded by colonies of seagulls
speckling clear cobalt blue sky
chanting a hardy bon voyage
a busy waterway off Alameda Island
where smaller craft must be wary
of much larger vessels, tankers and such
Dad lifts toward heaven
the twenty two and a half foot mast
Assuresall lines and ropes are attached
fires up the outboard will use
to traverse the aqua avenue
that empties on the San Francisco Bay
recall being in awe
of the immensity of the place
serenaded by colonies of seagulls
speckling clear cobalt blue sky
chanting a hardy bon voyage
#happiness
#father
#nature
#peace
#sports
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Tenderloin
Poem Published
26th Feb 2022 4:09pm
26th Feb 2022 4:09pm
Rematch
#sex
#friendship
#sports
536 reads
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Spanker
Poem Published
1st Jan 2022 2:30am
1st Jan 2022 2:30am
Cricket
She may bat for the other side
But I can still appreciate her stroke-play
But I can still appreciate her stroke-play
#sports
#admiration
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Madcinder
Poem Published
5th Dec 2021 6:55pm
5th Dec 2021 6:55pm
Punch Fight
Hands on the leather.
Fight fist to fist.
Under the weather.
The storm is this.
Not striking never.
Strike in a blitz.
You won’t remember.
Or survive this.
Punch fight!
A grizzly bear is taking your life.
Punch fight!
Though you try to hold on tight.
Punch fight!
You’re never gonna make it alive.
Punch fight!
And the priest says your last rites.
So would you rather.
Fight hit or miss.
Then die together.
In violent bliss.
Your courage gathered.
Your final wish.
Fight to the...
Fight fist to fist.
Under the weather.
The storm is this.
Not striking never.
Strike in a blitz.
You won’t remember.
Or survive this.
Punch fight!
A grizzly bear is taking your life.
Punch fight!
Though you try to hold on tight.
Punch fight!
You’re never gonna make it alive.
Punch fight!
And the priest says your last rites.
So would you rather.
Fight hit or miss.
Then die together.
In violent bliss.
Your courage gathered.
Your final wish.
Fight to the...
#violence
#death
#animals
#lyrics
#sports
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SageRoyale
Royale
Royale
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 1:54pm
2nd Dec 2021 1:54pm
Cathartic Arts
Up, down
Blinded
Throw, catch
Subsided
Spin, height
Perfected
Adrenaline courses through me
My chest swells with pride
My hands burn and scream
They're growing a rough hide
Empowered
Relieved
Who needs a professional
When you have metal
Who needs a confessional
When you blow the kettle
Learned
Unimpeded
Everything flies
My hands are tied
Up in this grace
And my stone-cold face
Blinded
Throw, catch
Subsided
Spin, height
Perfected
Adrenaline courses through me
My chest swells with pride
My hands burn and scream
They're growing a rough hide
Empowered
Relieved
Who needs a professional
When you have metal
Who needs a confessional
When you blow the kettle
Learned
Unimpeded
Everything flies
My hands are tied
Up in this grace
And my stone-cold face
#sports
#passion
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
4th Nov 2021 12:13pm
4th Nov 2021 12:13pm
Proverbs about running before sunrise
You can't see it clearly, but the road is still there.
Take the next step.
The lights you're wearing for other people to see
don't really illuminate your path.
Other people's lights can be blinding,
unless they're walking beside you.
There's a universe of stars above you --
look up and appreciate the beauty.
If you stay out in the dark long enough,
it will eventually become light again.
Take the next step.
The lights you're wearing for other people to see
don't really illuminate your path.
Other people's lights can be blinding,
unless they're walking beside you.
There's a universe of stars above you --
look up and appreciate the beauty.
If you stay out in the dark long enough,
it will eventually become light again.
#depression
#courage
#dark
#nature
#sports
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