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Football Love Poems | Love Poems About Football

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

Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) |

Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


Details | Pantoum |

Like a football in woman's game

Just like football I am going to be chased in life's game by a bunch of ladies as if playing a football match. I am going to be chased in life's game they will rush just to touch me as if playing a football match receiving me gently in the chest. They will rush just to touch me the goalkeeper among them receiving me gently in the chest will give me sure kisses. The goalkeeper among them I am going to love her will sure give me kisses soft like a feather's touch. I am going to love her though I may get occasional kick soft like a feather's touch that is part of the game. Though I may get occasional kick I must forget the pain that is part of the game with so many cute ladies around. I must forget the pain I will be so sought after with so many cute ladies around everyone wanting to hug me. I will be so sought after by a bunch of ladies everybody wanting to hug me just like a football. © kashinath karmakar (27th June 2011) =============00============= Placement:HM (August 2011) Contest:Play Ball Sponsor:Debbie Guzzi


Details | Ballad |

Johnny Football

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!




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?


Details | Lyric |

Women Who LOVE Football - VERSION 2

Women Who LOVE Football
Are DIFFERENT from the rest
They live their LIFE with PASSION
They love their FAMILY best.

They aren’t afraid to get their hands DIRTY
They are not afraid to FIGHT
They know how to put their GAME FACE on
Attempting last DOWN's under Stadium lights.

They are always ready to EXECUTE their OPTIONS
They always plan to SCORE
They have a sense of PURPOSE
And are STRONGER than they think.

They WILL NEVER GIVE UP without a fight
They always PLAY by all the RULES
They have a positive ATTITUDE
They always keep their COOL.

Women who LOVE Football
Will always WIN with STYLE
And if they ever happen to LOSE
They will always lose with DIGNITY
Leaving their problems upon the FIELD.

(Version 2 revised December 21, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

(December 21, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved



Details | Romanticism |

I Imagine You

I imagine you 
always, for the first time 
burgeoning like an  
arum lily 

Some exotic flower 
falling off the back-end 
of a truck, floating 
with the breeze 
into my hands 

I imagine you 
as I do, in certain dreams 
statuesque in your movements, 
so float towards me 
as a dream, 

I am a non-existent entity 
propelled by your perfume 
and midnight gardens light 

When I imagine you 
eternally, in the mirror 
of my eyes.


Details | Narrative |

High School Days

We are not perfect by no means at all,
some are too skinny, some are too tall,
I  was always the tallest in my class,
until High school, then I found my match.
5' 7'' kinda tall for a girl,
then I decided, I wanted to twirl,
The football players always kidded with me,
but I knew they were flirting, they really liked me.
My hair was long, and blonde as can be,
they told me not past the shoulders, little Crissy.
I had to pile it up, but it never stayed,
stringy haired twirler, out on the stage.
Now , I think back to those football games,
remembering those memories, of my High School
Days.


Details | ABC |

Dream of Maracana

Again the drums of samba
Playing in Maracana stadium
The dream is again in Maracana
As the flags golden Shine
Dancing
waving
With the sun
at the green in the field
Look this wren in the fly

Garrnicha is the dream

Embraced the blue of the of ocean
He drunk the beams of the sun
Rio is the dream
Dream and the passion of the ocean
In a little wren


Look the wren in the fly
Garrnicha is the dream

See the field is waiting
Naymar
to make the dream
true and real
So fly Naymo wren
the new Garrincha high


Details | Narrative |

Football Burt

So tender in years,
my heart still unhurt,
I remember his name,
sexy football Burt.

All the girls,
would moan, and sigh,
every time,
this hunk passed by.

Not a beauty,
I was tall, and lean,
some called me beanpole,
kids can be so mean.

So unnoticed,
and so very shy,
if a guy spoke to me,
I would nearly die.

My face turned red,
as my heart raced crazy wild,
it happened every time,
a guy would smile.

Then it seemed,
a change came overnight,
my clothes started clinging,
to my curves overnight.

My hair started growing,
and the color changed,
the sunshine had bleached it,
or that was what I claimed.

Enjoying my freshman year
in my mini skirt,
a high school girl,
learning to flirt.

So tender in years,
my heart still unhurt,
I remember his name,
sexy football Burt.