Poems About Sports Published by Members Recently Online
#sports
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 6:02pm
27th Feb 2021 6:02pm
50 Years a Knicks Fan
Truth is they've sucked for most of those years
I've always believed
Watch every game
True New York City suffering
I can finally wear the hat again
Walk down the street proud
Nobody throwing garbage at me
Yeah that shit happens here
Now they are getting better
Nods and fist bumps when I wear the hat
Winning or losing I root
New York City tried and true
I've always believed
Watch every game
True New York City suffering
I can finally wear the hat again
Walk down the street proud
Nobody throwing garbage at me
Yeah that shit happens here
Now they are getting better
Nods and fist bumps when I wear the hat
Winning or losing I root
New York City tried and true
#LifeChangingMoment
#sports
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23 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 6:02pm
27th Feb 2021 6:02pm
50 Years a Knicks Fan
Truth is they've sucked for most of those years
I've always believed
Watch every game
True New York City suffering
I can finally wear the hat again
Walk down the street proud
Nobody throwing garbage at me
Yeah that shit happens here
Now they are getting better
Nods and fist bumps when I wear the hat
Winning or losing I root
New York City tried and true
I've always believed
Watch every game
True New York City suffering
I can finally wear the hat again
Walk down the street proud
Nobody throwing garbage at me
Yeah that shit happens here
Now they are getting better
Nods and fist bumps when I wear the hat
Winning or losing I root
New York City tried and true
#LifeChangingMoment
#sports
398 reads
23 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
735 reads
70 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
735 reads
70 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
735 reads
70 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
735 reads
70 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
735 reads
70 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 5:03am
11th Jan 2025 5:03am
Eagle sails Above
Took over their house
Eagle fans stand tall and proud in the crowd push me a tush you can’t stop me
Flying a silver bird into Hollywood
Land on asphalt play on lab grown grass
Look across the stadium all I see is Kelly green
I can’t see Jack Nicholson in the front row
Stars scattered about not paying attention
To what is going on an Eagle sails above
As a Ram gets lost in the defense
Hurts me soo good
Hurts me soo good
Saquon is so good in Hollywood
Saquon is not...
Eagle fans stand tall and proud in the crowd push me a tush you can’t stop me
Flying a silver bird into Hollywood
Land on asphalt play on lab grown grass
Look across the stadium all I see is Kelly green
I can’t see Jack Nicholson in the front row
Stars scattered about not paying attention
To what is going on an Eagle sails above
As a Ram gets lost in the defense
Hurts me soo good
Hurts me soo good
Saquon is so good in Hollywood
Saquon is not...
#culture
#motivational
#sports #tradition
#sports #tradition
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oldmanG
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 5:03am
11th Jan 2025 5:03am
Eagle sails Above
Took over their house
Eagle fans stand tall and proud in the crowd push me a tush you can’t stop me
Flying a silver bird into Hollywood
Land on asphalt play on lab grown grass
Look across the stadium all I see is Kelly green
I can’t see Jack Nicholson in the front row
Stars scattered about not paying attention
To what is going on an Eagle sails above
As a Ram gets lost in the defense
Hurts me soo good
Hurts me soo good
Saquon is so good in Hollywood
Saquon is not...
Eagle fans stand tall and proud in the crowd push me a tush you can’t stop me
Flying a silver bird into Hollywood
Land on asphalt play on lab grown grass
Look across the stadium all I see is Kelly green
I can’t see Jack Nicholson in the front row
Stars scattered about not paying attention
To what is going on an Eagle sails above
As a Ram gets lost in the defense
Hurts me soo good
Hurts me soo good
Saquon is so good in Hollywood
Saquon is not...
#culture
#motivational
#sports #tradition
#sports #tradition
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0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 5:03am
11th Jan 2025 5:03am
Eagle sails Above
Took over their house
Eagle fans stand tall and proud in the crowd push me a tush you can’t stop me
Flying a silver bird into Hollywood
Land on asphalt play on lab grown grass
Look across the stadium all I see is Kelly green
I can’t see Jack Nicholson in the front row
Stars scattered about not paying attention
To what is going on an Eagle sails above
As a Ram gets lost in the defense
Hurts me soo good
Hurts me soo good
Saquon is so good in Hollywood
Saquon is not...
Eagle fans stand tall and proud in the crowd push me a tush you can’t stop me
Flying a silver bird into Hollywood
Land on asphalt play on lab grown grass
Look across the stadium all I see is Kelly green
I can’t see Jack Nicholson in the front row
Stars scattered about not paying attention
To what is going on an Eagle sails above
As a Ram gets lost in the defense
Hurts me soo good
Hurts me soo good
Saquon is so good in Hollywood
Saquon is not...
#culture
#motivational
#sports #tradition
#sports #tradition
61 reads
0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 5:03am
11th Jan 2025 5:03am
Eagle sails Above
Took over their house
Eagle fans stand tall and proud in the crowd push me a tush you can’t stop me
Flying a silver bird into Hollywood
Land on asphalt play on lab grown grass
Look across the stadium all I see is Kelly green
I can’t see Jack Nicholson in the front row
Stars scattered about not paying attention
To what is going on an Eagle sails above
As a Ram gets lost in the defense
Hurts me soo good
Hurts me soo good
Saquon is so good in Hollywood
Saquon is not...
Eagle fans stand tall and proud in the crowd push me a tush you can’t stop me
Flying a silver bird into Hollywood
Land on asphalt play on lab grown grass
Look across the stadium all I see is Kelly green
I can’t see Jack Nicholson in the front row
Stars scattered about not paying attention
To what is going on an Eagle sails above
As a Ram gets lost in the defense
Hurts me soo good
Hurts me soo good
Saquon is so good in Hollywood
Saquon is not...
#culture
#motivational
#sports #tradition
#sports #tradition
61 reads
0 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
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