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Johnny Football

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Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!




Johnny...those crystal blue eyes...have never lied!

The day a nation...fell in commotion...I nearly died!

Momma...dropped her pie...and Daddy...he just cried!

Johnny...you never lied...a velvet touch of hide!


Johnny...you're a...Satur-day...special!

The moment...you kicked your heels...was special!

The time you...skipped a rock...'cross three ponds...was special!

Johnny...you never lied...and to me...you're...always special!


Johnny...you got me in your hook...and...forever...in your book!

The twinkle in your eye...the tickets...they all...forsook!

A smile...a flash...a feint...and then...a clever crook!

Johnny...Football...you're my bible...and...then my book!


Johnny...when those velvet hands...take...only mine!

This plastic ring...is only mine...just...one-a-kind!

Beads and lockets...please...just...one last time!

Johnny...you never lied...wow...an all-time high!


Johnny...you'll...lite a nation...another...good 'ol time!

Johnny...you'll...lite my heart...just...one more time!


ALTERNATE:


Johnny...and when...your tired 'ol hands...take...only mine!

This plastic ring...you gave...only to me...was...just unkind!

The smile...in the locket...please...look...one last time!

Johnny...you lied...not I...but if you want...just...one more time?


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Warrior's Turf

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Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!





X is the spot...or IS IT?

When the blood has run dried...is the K OVER?

The HIGHEST...the THINNEST...AIR...HERE...or OVER THERE?

WHY the CRIES and those ECHOES...or SHOULD I CARE?

A NAME...NEVER...EVER...TO BE...PUSHED OVER!


TRY as HARD AS YOU MAY...but WILL IT PAY?

Do you BOTTLE GREATNESS...or DOES IT JUST FLOW?

A SMILING HEART...makes MERRY...but a BITTER HEART...JUST POLLUTES!

IN THE END...a THANKFUL NATION...ALWAYS...SALUTES!

GREATNESS like HONEY...only...A FEW...EVER KNOW!


A WARRIOR'S HEART...BLEEDS...IT NEVER...SIMPLY DIES!

HIS LEGACY...is THEIR TURF...and ON THEIR TURF!

Honor and commitment...ARE THE PRESSES...AND YOURS!

IF you MUST...YOU...PLAY with the SCORES!

Till NEXT SEASON...FOR ME...it's SURF...or a DIFF'RENT TURF [golf]!




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Picture Perfect QB

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Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!


Sentient and pre-escient...a mo-men-tary...'lef hint,
AND A BOMB...OF AN ALL...TIME-GUY!

Pure 'n simple...pic-ture per-fect...SHINY GRIN,
'N a...toss 'TA WIN...OF AN ALL...TIME-HIGH!

'Niny yards away...FANS SWING AWAY...OH-IT-AIN'T 'MAH DAY!
'Yella tiny ring...DOESN'T HOLDA THING...shiny X-mas wrapper...'DOWNA 
STINKY CRAPPER!

SO BOMBS AWAY...a pitter patter drill...two 'lefs...A-NOTHER SPILL...
TO AN ALL...TIME-THRILL!

SO MAKE MY DAY...MAKE MY DAY!

CUT-IT-ANY-WAY...THAT'S ALOTA...HAY!

When the lights go out...an there's no tears...or shouts.

I HAD MY DAY...NO MATTER WHAT...THEY SAY!

SO BOMBS AWAY...I'LL NEVER PLAY!

BUT...IF YOU'LL PAY...I'LL PLAY!

THE HAY...BETTER BE...MY WAY!

Pure 'n simple...pic-ture...per-fect...SHINY GRIN,
'N a toss 'TA WIN...OF AN ALL...TIME-GUY!

HE LUSTS...FOR 'N ALL...TIME-HIGH!

SO MAKE MY DAY...MAKE MY DAY!

CUT-IT-ANY-WAY...THAT'S ALOTA...HAY!

SO MAKE MY DAY...MAKE MY DAY!

CUT-IT-ANY-WAY...THAT'S ALOTA...HAY!




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Solaris

And here I stand, in the sky I see
A star, a sun, a ball of fire and heat he be.
He gives us warmth and in the day, gives us light,
Only subsiding in the wake of that which is night.
And now, in the summer, it graces us well,
He shines upon our world with many stories to tell.
A bright herald of holiday in the middle of the year.
A time of happiness and fun and never a tear.
And although he might vanish behind the cloud of grey,
Moments after, he would reappear and stay.
The triumphant hierarch of the solar system, he’d reign,
A being who carries the other planets with vain.
Never too far and never too near,
Around him our earth would circle and steer.
Forever he’ll rule and forever he’ll burn,
On his surface, the hellish flames will churn.
Never stare upon his shining face,
For he will blind you with his light and grace.
So keep your sunscreen or your skin he will sting,
For he is Solaris, The almighty sun King.


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Picture Perfect QB

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!



Sentient and pre-escient...a mo-men-tary...'lef hint,
AND A BOMB...OF AN ALL...TIME-GUY!

Pure 'n simple...pic-ture per-fect...SHINY GRIN,
'N a...toss 'TA WIN...OF AN ALL...TIME-HIGH!

'Niny yards away...FANS SWING AWAY...OH-IT-AIN'T 'MAH DAY!
'Yella tiny ring...DOESN'T HOLDA THING...shiny X-mas wrapper...'DOWNA 
STINKY CRAPPER!

SO BOMBS AWAY...a pitter patter drill...two 'lefs...A-NOTHER SPILL...
TO AN ALL...TIME-THRILL!

SO MAKE MY DAY...MAKE MY DAY!

CUT-IT-ANY-WAY...THAT'S ALOTA...HAY!

When the lights go out...an there's no tears...or shouts.

I HAD MY DAY...NO MATTER WHAT...THEY SAY!

SO BOMBS AWAY...I'LL NEVER PLAY!

BUT...IF YOU'LL PAY...I'LL PLAY!

THE HAY...BETTER BE...MY WAY!

Pure 'n simple...pic-ture...per-fect...SHINY GRIN,
'N a toss 'TA WIN...OF AN ALL...TIME-GUY!

HE LUSTS...FOR 'N ALL...TIME-HIGH!

SO MAKE MY DAY...MAKE MY DAY!

CUT-IT-ANY-WAY...THAT'S ALOTA...HAY!

SO MAKE MY DAY...MAKE MY DAY!

CUT-IT-ANY-WAY...THAT'S ALOTA...HAY!




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Eric's Story

The yard of my home, the location of football games. Eric was a wuss. If he had the ball, stand in front of him he’d drop it. One time running for a pass. I couldn’t see him he was near, I could smell the Old Spice he wore. I heard a sound I turned around. I swallowed the spearmint I was sucking. Eric was on the ground with the ball. His arm had a lump he sat out a few plays. We told him “go home” let his mom know he was hurt he refused. If he went home, his mom would make him stay. Eventually, he rejoined the game. The next day, Eric came over with a cast on his arm. He had broken it in three places. Eric the wuss had played football with a broken arm. He was a man. No one called Eric a wuss again.