Sport Free Verse Poems | Free Verse Poems About Sport
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SITTING ON A COUCH,
ONE SUNDAY AFTERNOON,
I TURN ON THE RADIO,
SAME OL' TUNES,
I LOOK AT THE NEWSPAPER,
SAME OL' STORIES,
SO MUCH DRAMA AND GLOOM.
LET'S SEE WHAT'S ON THE TUBE.
COMMENTATOR GIVEN HIS OPINION,
ABOUT WAR AND POLITICS,
I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF IT!!!!!
RECAPPING THE STORIES FROM THE NIGHT BEFORE.
GAURANTEE THAT WE ALL WON'T GET TO HEAVAN
JUST WHEN I THOUGHT I HAD SEEN IT ALL
IT'S FIRST AND TEN,
AND THE HOME TEAM IS DRIVING,
THE 30,THE 40 , THE 50, WITH EASE.
RAISED ARMS AND HANDS,
OF FANS IN THE STANDS,
AND THE REFEREE.
THEN I REALIZE, AS I STAND THERE,
I WAS ALONE.... BUT CONTENT,
AS MY ARMS, STILL RAISED,
I CLOSE MY EYES,
THANKING GOD FOR SPORT.
The feeling of getting rocked for the first time is
like losing your virginity. How I rise from the producers
decides if I like going down or hate getting up.
Yeah, they saw it. Eyes on me. The ubiquitous
air is still hear. My ascetic body
still functions on this field of men.
Fighting for friends, flying around full speed.
Go! Go! Go! Epitomizes our support.
The brain yells stop, but the heart whispers fight.
Hard work minus teamwork equals intact pants.
Hard work plus teamwork squared equals a smile.
Perspiration in the eye, never felt better.
The weakest link of our chain better power up
because he who pays the piper will call this tune.
Turns out, I couldn’t cry over spilt milk, if it didn’t spill.
As celebratory we were, we endeavor to looked opportunity
in the eye and purloin her work clothes,
before she is out of sight and out of mind
There was a bated hush over the arena
people watched the warriors fight the lion
it was a battle royal, much needed was stamina
they could not complete their task without it
Fearful of his power and strength
they fought mightily to overcome him
knowing if he got loose he would attack
ripping them from limb to bloody limb
The crowd gasped in hot excitement
secretly they wanted the lion to break free
they were there for blood, the more the better
just so long as it was not their own
The fight carried on some men mauled
as the lion tugged them close
bleeding they were carried off
more warriors took their place
Cheers go up as the mighty lion is overpowered
legs bound up he roars in frustration
the warriors stand round jeering
one grasps his spear and strikes deep
The lion gives a final defiant roar
as he lies blood pouring out
he starts to shake with shock
as his heart pumps to a stop
The smell of battle sweat and blood
hang heavily in the air intoxicating
the cheers fade to a silent respect
the honor that is paid to a worthy foe
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