Sports Poems
#sports
Sports poems, poetry about competitive, recreational and team sports. Poems about sporting events, personalities, competitions and taking part in sports. Poems about football, basketball, tennis, boxing, athletics, tennis and more. Poetry about participating in sports at school, watching sports and supporting a particular team or athlete.
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
20th Jul 2024 10:01pm
20th Jul 2024 10:01pm
Sweatband
Cheese popcorn
Diet Coke
David Sedaris
No housework done
820 steps
11:00 AM
Wasted morning (except for reading Sedaris)
Up since 4:30 AM
Throat brutally sore
Really needed sleep
Horrible dream: my 89-year-old mom standing alone with a suitcase
forlornly asking
"Where am I going?"
106 degrees
Not even noon
Air quality alert
Just like every day this summer
Crying off and on
Mostly on
Have to do something
Excuses to not go to the basketball court: ...
Diet Coke
David Sedaris
No housework done
820 steps
11:00 AM
Wasted morning (except for reading Sedaris)
Up since 4:30 AM
Throat brutally sore
Really needed sleep
Horrible dream: my 89-year-old mom standing alone with a suitcase
forlornly asking
"Where am I going?"
106 degrees
Not even noon
Air quality alert
Just like every day this summer
Crying off and on
Mostly on
Have to do something
Excuses to not go to the basketball court: ...
#depression
#sports
#uplifting
77 reads
7 Comments
Whackytraveler
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2024 4:26pm
2nd Jul 2024 4:26pm
Reset
My heart is racing
My body is aching
One punch
Kick
Block
My sweat pours down my face
I’m still aching
The mentality of a warrior
Runs through my veins
I have the reins
Fighting has been my way of coping
I feel more in control
When I am sore
I fight harder
Another four punch combo
Ending with a KO
When life gets me down
I tend to frown thinking of the past
But I can’t do that
I have to look past what’s been done
And know that I can move on
So one punch
Two punch
Block ...
My body is aching
One punch
Kick
Block
My sweat pours down my face
I’m still aching
The mentality of a warrior
Runs through my veins
I have the reins
Fighting has been my way of coping
I feel more in control
When I am sore
I fight harder
Another four punch combo
Ending with a KO
When life gets me down
I tend to frown thinking of the past
But I can’t do that
I have to look past what’s been done
And know that I can move on
So one punch
Two punch
Block ...
#courage
#healing
#meditation
#peace
#sports
100 reads
3 Comments
FBohlman
Andakwa Taha
Andakwa Taha
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 7:03pm
21st Jun 2024 7:03pm
Demo D.
Banging on the tracks - Motors Roar
Hear the beats - Door to Door
Fenders blend - Personalities bend
Music in the stands
Music on the tracks
Hear the Roar
Hear the crash
Crumpled hoods - Parts fly
Hear the cries
Hear the sighs
Are they O.K. ?
While others try to win
Others look the other way
( 19 June 2024) F.B.
Hear the beats - Door to Door
Fenders blend - Personalities bend
Music in the stands
Music on the tracks
Hear the Roar
Hear the crash
Crumpled hoods - Parts fly
Hear the cries
Hear the sighs
Are they O.K. ?
While others try to win
Others look the other way
( 19 June 2024) F.B.
#cars
#music
#passion #sports
#passion #sports
82 reads
3 Comments
rainwriter
Poem Published
5th May 2024 5:51pm
5th May 2024 5:51pm
To Be Humble
Humble is the word, it paves the way.
Humble every time, that I look at this race.
I’ver never been so proud and yet so ashamed.
Humble: the price that I pay, every day.
I wanna be God, since I deserve it.
Good at everything, since I’m worth it.
A record made? I may disturb it.
I should be first, or else I’m worthless.
It’s hard to walk this rocky road.
I pay in sweat and tears and hope.
„I shall be better”, is what I told.
I won’t accept, that I’m no gold.
Since middle class is not my standard.
Since I’m the...
Humble every time, that I look at this race.
I’ver never been so proud and yet so ashamed.
Humble: the price that I pay, every day.
I wanna be God, since I deserve it.
Good at everything, since I’m worth it.
A record made? I may disturb it.
I should be first, or else I’m worthless.
It’s hard to walk this rocky road.
I pay in sweat and tears and hope.
„I shall be better”, is what I told.
I won’t accept, that I’m no gold.
Since middle class is not my standard.
Since I’m the...
#gratitude
#learning
#respect
#SelfWorth
#sports
231 reads
1 Comment
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
30th Apr 2024 2:01am
30th Apr 2024 2:01am
Body
Every so often I’m reminded
of the fact that I have a body.
Today, it hurts.
It’s my own damn fault –
dashing through forest
up and down hills
over roots and mud
for over two hours
will do that to a body.
And I relish the feeling.
Not because I enjoy pain,
but because it means I’m still here
and I get to inhabit this miraculous form
that can smell peace in the spruce trees
see joy in ripples on the streams
and I get to test
what else it can achieve and endure.
Last fall, I ran...
of the fact that I have a body.
Today, it hurts.
It’s my own damn fault –
dashing through forest
up and down hills
over roots and mud
for over two hours
will do that to a body.
And I relish the feeling.
Not because I enjoy pain,
but because it means I’m still here
and I get to inhabit this miraculous form
that can smell peace in the spruce trees
see joy in ripples on the streams
and I get to test
what else it can achieve and endure.
Last fall, I ran...
#determination
#gratitude
#NaPoWriMo2024
#sports
#strength
157 reads
12 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
24th Apr 2024 9:45pm
24th Apr 2024 9:45pm
The Relay Race/ Teacherly Era/ Archery Elate
I felt left alone
in my dusty study,
but my aide had an idea.
We asked a friend to refind
her sporting form, from years before.
We had to layer up early for the relay.
We filed into a field.
It was a pest to step around pets,
coming to a stop at the right spot;
We had to be silent, listen, then enlist
other athletes for the race, with care;
those who would begin by being fair,
for to live under the veil of evil is vile!
Starting off on a good note set the right tone.
When hewn
from stone, a trophy hits all the right...
in my dusty study,
but my aide had an idea.
We asked a friend to refind
her sporting form, from years before.
We had to layer up early for the relay.
We filed into a field.
It was a pest to step around pets,
coming to a stop at the right spot;
We had to be silent, listen, then enlist
other athletes for the race, with care;
those who would begin by being fair,
for to live under the veil of evil is vile!
Starting off on a good note set the right tone.
When hewn
from stone, a trophy hits all the right...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#sports
106 reads
3 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 4:26am
9th Apr 2024 4:26am
Embracing The Aquatic - Heat 4
Summer, Saturday morning
hundreds of swimsuited kids
descend on their neighborhood,
or foes,
cabana club
and thus begins
the weekly swim meet.
Commencing with
brief warm up practice
followed by a long, tedious wait
for one's racing heat.
When at our home pool competing,
We'd spread our beach towels
on the grassy hill
overlooking the contest.
Biding our time
sunbathing, clowning around, and eating.
Mom brought chocolate covered donut sticks and boxes of strawberry Jello…our fingers and lips dyed...
hundreds of swimsuited kids
descend on their neighborhood,
or foes,
cabana club
and thus begins
the weekly swim meet.
Commencing with
brief warm up practice
followed by a long, tedious wait
for one's racing heat.
When at our home pool competing,
We'd spread our beach towels
on the grassy hill
overlooking the contest.
Biding our time
sunbathing, clowning around, and eating.
Mom brought chocolate covered donut sticks and boxes of strawberry Jello…our fingers and lips dyed...
#happiness
#childhood
#summer
#memories
#sports
115 reads
2 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 3:36am
7th Apr 2024 3:36am
Embracing The Aquatic - Heat 3
If we pay to use
the neighborhood pool,
you will join the swim team.”
A parental edict
we thought was real mean.
Getting up early
on Summer-break day's
Mounting old, purple
Schwinn bicycle,
slowly, reluctantly peddling…
sloth off to practice
for a Saturday meet
Beach towel, goggles
dangling ‘roun neck.
Wearing too brief,
light/darker blue-striped Speedo.
Splashers’ mandated
racing suit…
that if worn today,
would get me arrested.
Greeted each day
by smiley Coach Butch...
the neighborhood pool,
you will join the swim team.”
A parental edict
we thought was real mean.
Getting up early
on Summer-break day's
Mounting old, purple
Schwinn bicycle,
slowly, reluctantly peddling…
sloth off to practice
for a Saturday meet
Beach towel, goggles
dangling ‘roun neck.
Wearing too brief,
light/darker blue-striped Speedo.
Splashers’ mandated
racing suit…
that if worn today,
would get me arrested.
Greeted each day
by smiley Coach Butch...
#childhood
#water
#memorial #sports
#memorial #sports
102 reads
0 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
16th Mar 2024 2:06pm
16th Mar 2024 2:06pm
Is She Really Ready To Play This Game?
Samantha's
prepared
for some
volleyball.
prepared
for some
volleyball.
#beach
#summer
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#sports
97 reads
0 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
18th Feb 2024 7:17am
18th Feb 2024 7:17am
IF YOUR MAN'S A SOCCER FAN (AD JINGLE)
#erotic
#rhyming
#sports
124 reads
2 Comments
LongTubiFree
Poem Published
16th Feb 2024 9:15pm
16th Feb 2024 9:15pm
Glory Season
That time of the year again
fans cheering, playing to win
I settle in to my suit
waiting for the kick to boot
the poor pig down my field
with each crunch the crowd is thrilled
as their Emperor like blood lust is sated
this is the moment long awaited for
to see my boys fighting to score
yes, at long last glory season has come
time for the competition to come get some
so as my doors open after forever
I know this will be the best season ever
fans cheering, playing to win
I settle in to my suit
waiting for the kick to boot
the poor pig down my field
with each crunch the crowd is thrilled
as their Emperor like blood lust is sated
this is the moment long awaited for
to see my boys fighting to score
yes, at long last glory season has come
time for the competition to come get some
so as my doors open after forever
I know this will be the best season ever
#happiness
#sports
113 reads
0 Comments
jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
12th Feb 2024 3:22am
12th Feb 2024 3:22am
Not a Fan
I'm not a football fan
but I do like the snacks.
The cheese and crackers
smoked oysters in the can
summer salami and teriyaki bites
vegie sticks and nacho chips
mini burgers in the pan.
The goofy commercials
and maybe the halftime show
but I'm not a football fan.
Laying on the couch
listening to everyone holler and cheer
sweaty guys running around in tight pants
nope, still not a football fan.
but I do like the snacks.
The cheese and crackers
smoked oysters in the can
summer salami and teriyaki bites
vegie sticks and nacho chips
mini burgers in the pan.
The goofy commercials
and maybe the halftime show
but I'm not a football fan.
Laying on the couch
listening to everyone holler and cheer
sweaty guys running around in tight pants
nope, still not a football fan.
#food
#sports
199 reads
9 Comments
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