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.
Can't keep still
In the pool or
on my bike:
poet in
motion
on my bike:
poet in
motion
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
#sports
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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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Vin's Voice
World Series game one
A’s 4, Dodgers 3
Bottom of the 9th
A man on base
Kirk Gibson at bat
Count is 3 and 2
And Gibson has no wheels
“High fly ball into right field she is…gone!”
I’ll never forget those words back in ‘88
The images
Fourteen-year-old me was ecstatic
Fifty-six thousand were going wild in the stands
And millions more were celebrating all over the city…
Vin always had a way with calling each game
We always tuned in to listen on the radio
To watch on television
He was the...
A’s 4, Dodgers 3
Bottom of the 9th
A man on base
Kirk Gibson at bat
Count is 3 and 2
And Gibson has no wheels
“High fly ball into right field she is…gone!”
I’ll never forget those words back in ‘88
The images
Fourteen-year-old me was ecstatic
Fifty-six thousand were going wild in the stands
And millions more were celebrating all over the city…
Vin always had a way with calling each game
We always tuned in to listen on the radio
To watch on television
He was the...
#memories
#sports
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I Will Never Return
Yes this is Jim how
May I help u tonight?
And thanks for calling
U can speak it's alright
Jim it's Kellia I haven't seen
U in fourty days since the ball
Will we ever hang out again
Or get a movie with friends at the Fall
Kellia Jim has crossed the Canadian
Line as of seventeen days ago
I will not be returning to the country
I packed my things and had to go
I'm only eighteen but I made
A basketball team in Alaska over
9 months and seventeen days ago
And got a call from Agent Blank Clover
I...
May I help u tonight?
And thanks for calling
U can speak it's alright
Jim it's Kellia I haven't seen
U in fourty days since the ball
Will we ever hang out again
Or get a movie with friends at the Fall
Kellia Jim has crossed the Canadian
Line as of seventeen days ago
I will not be returning to the country
I packed my things and had to go
I'm only eighteen but I made
A basketball team in Alaska over
9 months and seventeen days ago
And got a call from Agent Blank Clover
I...
#relationships
#gothic
#fiction
#sports
#sensual
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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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Liken to One Love
She walked to the tennis courts, not far from the parallel street sweet shop. It was hot and sunny at the worst possible time of day, straight up noon. Sunscreen in hand, she felt undaunted by the blazing sky. There were tall Elm like shade trees over hanging above the 10 foot fences surrounding the courts in every corner. Shade could be found there if the angle of the sun was right behind any of them.
A siren made her look backwards from where she had briskly walked about a 1/4 mile. Nothing visible noted, she continued towards the lockers lining each side of the court....
A siren made her look backwards from where she had briskly walked about a 1/4 mile. Nothing visible noted, she continued towards the lockers lining each side of the court....
#hope
#sports
#LookingForLove
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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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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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Immersion
It's early and
I'm not fully awake.
Bleary-eyed,
I slide
d
o
w
n
and let my feet
penetrate the
fragmented,
rippling,
variegated surface.
At once
at home here,
I let the water
awaken my body
as it begins to move
in the rhythm
it knows so well.
Delving into the depths,
I discover
a cool, quiet world.
It's just me
and the water.
Time slows down and
responsibilities drop away.
My mind relaxes as
there's nothing to think about ...
I'm not fully awake.
Bleary-eyed,
I slide
d
o
w
n
and let my feet
penetrate the
fragmented,
rippling,
variegated surface.
At once
at home here,
I let the water
awaken my body
as it begins to move
in the rhythm
it knows so well.
Delving into the depths,
I discover
a cool, quiet world.
It's just me
and the water.
Time slows down and
responsibilities drop away.
My mind relaxes as
there's nothing to think about ...
#water
#sports
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2022
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2022
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Blow The Whistle
Is it post traumatic if the traumatic never even stopped?
If you copped the call for the fall although they flopped?
Cause his Pop had the privilege and leverage of owning the whistle
And body cams ran outta RAM before recording Pete's Pistol
Then after further review, the grand crew in the stands
Ruled it justifiable and told you to kill your demands
Like Peter Pan, their view is that you are forever young boy
Until needed to build a fort on the court before you deploy
Endorsed by Chips Ahoy and warmonger toys of full bandoleers ...
If you copped the call for the fall although they flopped?
Cause his Pop had the privilege and leverage of owning the whistle
And body cams ran outta RAM before recording Pete's Pistol
Then after further review, the grand crew in the stands
Ruled it justifiable and told you to kill your demands
Like Peter Pan, their view is that you are forever young boy
Until needed to build a fort on the court before you deploy
Endorsed by Chips Ahoy and warmonger toys of full bandoleers ...
#childhood
#war
#death
#PTSD
#sports
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Rematch
#sex
#friendship
#sports
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Full Moon Free solo
Johnson, VT, Fall 2015
Some time in October it was my friend's 21st birthday. To celebrate we decided to have a party on top of Prospect Rock, a popular hang out place that also happened to be the local climbing crag. Despite it being in the middle of the Green Mountains, Prospect had a slight urban feel. It was definitely more of a party place than a climbing destination. The base of the cliff was littered with broken glass, once I even spied a broken tv in the talus field. A particularly memorable moment was while mid-way up the center part of the cliff I had to dodge a falling...
Some time in October it was my friend's 21st birthday. To celebrate we decided to have a party on top of Prospect Rock, a popular hang out place that also happened to be the local climbing crag. Despite it being in the middle of the Green Mountains, Prospect had a slight urban feel. It was definitely more of a party place than a climbing destination. The base of the cliff was littered with broken glass, once I even spied a broken tv in the talus field. A particularly memorable moment was while mid-way up the center part of the cliff I had to dodge a falling...
#drugs
#sports
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