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Football Ballad Poems | Ballad Poems About Football

These Football Ballad poems are examples of Ballad poems about Football. These are the best examples of Football Ballad poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Just like football I am waiting ,

Just like football I am waiting ,
on the side line,
To go up on the field,
Yes we are playing Goodooga,
Aboriginal big guys, tough as steel.

Here comes Albert racing faster,
Trotting down the bloody wing,
Gotta stop him, take him head on,
Hit his ankles, the hurting thing .

Fell him like a big old tree,
Pot belly lands on me ,
I’m a still a seeing stars,
Shadow sparring, 
all round me ,
Get up you silly Galah.

So there I was out on the wing ,
Waiting for a pass to me.
Intercept, Albert's a coming ,
 he passes ball, dodges see .

Just a few of broken arms,
Black eyes worn with pride.
Rugby Leage  what a battle ,
Carry the ball through the other side.

Running for the other goal,
Sidestepped Albert, got there see.
Not a bloody forward pass,   (illegal)
 Planted it between the trees.

At 17 I was in an interstate game,
between Dirranbandi n Goodooga, we lost. (shame)



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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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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.


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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!