Poems About Sports Published by Members Recently Online
#sports
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
218 reads
2 Comments
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
218 reads
2 Comments
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
218 reads
2 Comments
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
271 reads
1 Comment
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
271 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
16th Aug 2021 12:22pm
16th Aug 2021 12:22pm
First Bait
Slender and tan in the sun, she fumbled with her bait.
I asked if I could help.
“Yes,” and she smiled.
As she held her line up to me, I tied the bait carefully while watching the rise and fall of her chest.
Her sweaty fingers touched mine and it was magic.
I asked if I could help.
“Yes,” and she smiled.
As she held her line up to me, I tied the bait carefully while watching the rise and fall of her chest.
Her sweaty fingers touched mine and it was magic.
#teens
#erotic
#sports
481 reads
6 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
16th Aug 2021 12:22pm
16th Aug 2021 12:22pm
First Bait
Slender and tan in the sun, she fumbled with her bait.
I asked if I could help.
“Yes,” and she smiled.
As she held her line up to me, I tied the bait carefully while watching the rise and fall of her chest.
Her sweaty fingers touched mine and it was magic.
I asked if I could help.
“Yes,” and she smiled.
As she held her line up to me, I tied the bait carefully while watching the rise and fall of her chest.
Her sweaty fingers touched mine and it was magic.
#teens
#erotic
#sports
481 reads
6 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
16th Aug 2021 12:22pm
16th Aug 2021 12:22pm
First Bait
Slender and tan in the sun, she fumbled with her bait.
I asked if I could help.
“Yes,” and she smiled.
As she held her line up to me, I tied the bait carefully while watching the rise and fall of her chest.
Her sweaty fingers touched mine and it was magic.
I asked if I could help.
“Yes,” and she smiled.
As she held her line up to me, I tied the bait carefully while watching the rise and fall of her chest.
Her sweaty fingers touched mine and it was magic.
#teens
#erotic
#sports
481 reads
6 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
186 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
19th Oct 2023 1:39am
19th Oct 2023 1:39am
just a game
angry, because his team had lost
a game of football, he beat
somebody up on the street who he thought supported
the other team had fans that would very likely have done the same ..
a game of football, he beat
somebody up on the street who he thought supported
the other team had fans that would very likely have done the same ..
#sports
104 reads
1 Comment
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
8th Aug 2020 11:01pm
8th Aug 2020 11:01pm
Classmates
He looked on as Carina jogged along the track
No matter how many times she passed him in the park,
She pretended not to notice him gazing at her
His thoughts went wild as she treaded the final lap
How he wanted to walk her to the changing room
He used to sit behind her in biology class,
But he never made a pass at her as the other boys did
He just watched her go when the bell rang
She did not know the one whose heart loved her so
If she had suspected it, he would have admitted it
The coach had subjected her to rigorous training, ...
No matter how many times she passed him in the park,
She pretended not to notice him gazing at her
His thoughts went wild as she treaded the final lap
How he wanted to walk her to the changing room
He used to sit behind her in biology class,
But he never made a pass at her as the other boys did
He just watched her go when the bell rang
She did not know the one whose heart loved her so
If she had suspected it, he would have admitted it
The coach had subjected her to rigorous training, ...
#love
#girlfriend
#teens
#school
#sports
340 reads
0 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
8th Aug 2020 11:01pm
8th Aug 2020 11:01pm
Classmates
He looked on as Carina jogged along the track
No matter how many times she passed him in the park,
She pretended not to notice him gazing at her
His thoughts went wild as she treaded the final lap
How he wanted to walk her to the changing room
He used to sit behind her in biology class,
But he never made a pass at her as the other boys did
He just watched her go when the bell rang
She did not know the one whose heart loved her so
If she had suspected it, he would have admitted it
The coach had subjected her to rigorous training, ...
No matter how many times she passed him in the park,
She pretended not to notice him gazing at her
His thoughts went wild as she treaded the final lap
How he wanted to walk her to the changing room
He used to sit behind her in biology class,
But he never made a pass at her as the other boys did
He just watched her go when the bell rang
She did not know the one whose heart loved her so
If she had suspected it, he would have admitted it
The coach had subjected her to rigorous training, ...
#love
#girlfriend
#teens
#school
#sports
340 reads
0 Comments
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