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.
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
261 reads
1 Comment
Rory
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 00:19am
31st Jan 2023 00:19am
Laissez les bons temps rouler
You heard through the French quarter.
No truer word be spoke.
Take another sip Dat scotch.
Roll me up another smoke.
You heard Dat calling
All here know it Tru right dere
Let that tongue tell it
Laissez les bons temps rouler
No truer word be spoke.
Take another sip Dat scotch.
Roll me up another smoke.
You heard Dat calling
All here know it Tru right dere
Let that tongue tell it
Laissez les bons temps rouler
#freedom
#sports
#passion
#reading
#ThrillSeeking
307 reads
5 Comments
QuinnS
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2023 8:30pm
22nd Jan 2023 8:30pm
Gift From My Dad
Fly under the radar and cover your tracks,
something I didn’t really understand
when I wanted to flaunt like
Eminem, when he started a band.
That sounded like fitting in just like a cog,
no news means that I’m doing my job.
So instead I just opposed it,
I never wanted to go unnoticed.
I saw it in my friends, ‘fore I saw it in me.
People wanna talk, for example Henry:
Said he’s gunna be on the basketball team.
Turns out,
he got cut from the basketball team.
Pretty soon, I began to leave a wake myself,
Their eyes...
something I didn’t really understand
when I wanted to flaunt like
Eminem, when he started a band.
That sounded like fitting in just like a cog,
no news means that I’m doing my job.
So instead I just opposed it,
I never wanted to go unnoticed.
I saw it in my friends, ‘fore I saw it in me.
People wanna talk, for example Henry:
Said he’s gunna be on the basketball team.
Turns out,
he got cut from the basketball team.
Pretty soon, I began to leave a wake myself,
Their eyes...
#love
#secrets
#sports
#rap
#manipulation
534 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th Jan 2023 11:44pm
15th Jan 2023 11:44pm
football
crowd gets so het up
if the game isn’t going its
way off just playing
if the game isn’t going its
way off just playing
#sports
183 reads
3 Comments
Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
6th Jan 2023 7:46pm
6th Jan 2023 7:46pm
Bck Den
In the early 2000s, tings were pretty sweet.
Kids weren't cooped at home, stuck on their phone, they'd be playing in the street!
We were made of tougher stuff back then, back when I was a teen...
Play the PS2 and bun a zoot.. Yow I lived the dream!
With my Peter Andre undercut, I was quite the stud!
I would hit the town, linger around and act like quite a thug.
I always turnt up, I was the life of the party! They called me "Chink Floyd" because my mince pies were slanty.
I had a bike chain clipped to my jeans and always had my...
Kids weren't cooped at home, stuck on their phone, they'd be playing in the street!
We were made of tougher stuff back then, back when I was a teen...
Play the PS2 and bun a zoot.. Yow I lived the dream!
With my Peter Andre undercut, I was quite the stud!
I would hit the town, linger around and act like quite a thug.
I always turnt up, I was the life of the party! They called me "Chink Floyd" because my mince pies were slanty.
I had a bike chain clipped to my jeans and always had my...
#music
#freedom
#sports
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#ThrillSeeking
188 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
31st Dec 2022 00:36am
31st Dec 2022 00:36am
he’s for the high jump
always embarrassing when the waiter clears the table with
an almost perfectly timed leap
an almost perfectly timed leap
#sports
178 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
30th Dec 2022 3:08am
30th Dec 2022 3:08am
Joga Bonito
The king is dead
He was the original, the master of the game
Brazil is mourning their hero
Now the world just won’t be the same
He was one of those epic, legendary men
I heard about when growing up as a kid
And when I saw the reels he was the real deal
Amazed by his skills and everything he did
He was the trendsetter back in his day
Every modern footballer has copied his style
But in truth the first is always the best
The champion children dream to be for a while
All the greats now are paying tribute...
He was the original, the master of the game
Brazil is mourning their hero
Now the world just won’t be the same
He was one of those epic, legendary men
I heard about when growing up as a kid
And when I saw the reels he was the real deal
Amazed by his skills and everything he did
He was the trendsetter back in his day
Every modern footballer has copied his style
But in truth the first is always the best
The champion children dream to be for a while
All the greats now are paying tribute...
#death
#memories
#sports
198 reads
5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
16th Nov 2022 6:43pm
16th Nov 2022 6:43pm
World Cup
on its arrival in Qatar
Never liked sport much.
The hue and cry reminds me of
when gran would ask
to play board games with me
as well as my sibling,
and on being refused would say
‘you don’t like effort, do you, eh?’
But really I’m not sure that effort justifies
communal games of skill and chance.
Don’t get me wrong,
I take no moral stance.
My own pursuits are just as vacuous,
I’m sure. But even if I liked effort
I can’t imagine caring for
the spectacle of old FA lizards
giving sops to queers and...
Never liked sport much.
The hue and cry reminds me of
when gran would ask
to play board games with me
as well as my sibling,
and on being refused would say
‘you don’t like effort, do you, eh?’
But really I’m not sure that effort justifies
communal games of skill and chance.
Don’t get me wrong,
I take no moral stance.
My own pursuits are just as vacuous,
I’m sure. But even if I liked effort
I can’t imagine caring for
the spectacle of old FA lizards
giving sops to queers and...
#sports
184 reads
4 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
14th Nov 2022 1:30pm
14th Nov 2022 1:30pm
The moment of my death.
The kayak is light and so is the equipment.
I carefully Swim here,
where it's quiet and smooth.
I can't swim over the rapids though.
Now it’s time to go forward again.
Getting back into the kayak.
Seeing the violence that lays ahead.
As it calls to me in loud crashes...
But somehow suddenly the current picked up,
Although I rowed back rather,
It was too late. Dragged with force
And threw to the rapids in the waterfall.
Now no options. Only forward.
No fights, no regrets.
There is no other way, there are...
I carefully Swim here,
where it's quiet and smooth.
I can't swim over the rapids though.
Now it’s time to go forward again.
Getting back into the kayak.
Seeing the violence that lays ahead.
As it calls to me in loud crashes...
But somehow suddenly the current picked up,
Although I rowed back rather,
It was too late. Dragged with force
And threw to the rapids in the waterfall.
Now no options. Only forward.
No fights, no regrets.
There is no other way, there are...
#nature
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#sports
#SelfDiscovery
699 reads
70 Comments
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
414 reads
17 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
13th Sep 2022 2:13pm
13th Sep 2022 2:13pm
Spillage
Swimming in ink:
poetry in motion
poetry in motion
#water
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #sports
#WritingPoetry #sports
270 reads
2 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
19th Aug 2022 4:20pm
19th Aug 2022 4:20pm
Play With This Pussy
#dark
#gothic
#UnrequitedLove
#sports
#witches
253 reads
0 Comments
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