Get Your Premium Membership

Extreme Basketball

ball slams hard against the floor running fast so I can score players try to steal the ball sharp turn, they slam into the wall coach is screaming plays out loud we score a point, he’s very proud Ref. gives the ball to the other team they want to score, but we’re too extreme whistle blows and the game starts we whizz around the court like darts too fast for anyone to catch I think I know who will win the match I get the ball and run down the court but I have to pull short two girls block my way but I won’t let them ruin my day I fake left then right when they realize I’m out of sight I push the ball high in the air And cross my fingers it’ll get there And as you can bet, I got nothing but net!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 3/12/2013 2:34:00 PM
I just want to dedicate this poem to my 7th grade Lit. and Eng. teacher Mr. Schneider, the best teacher EVER! (He's also a basketball coach.)
Login to Reply

Book: Reflection on the Important Things