These Football Sonnet poems are examples of Sonnet poems about Football. These are the best examples of Football Sonnet poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
Super Bowl Sunday is finally here
same excitement as Staubach and Griese
drinkers have an excuse to drink more beer
today’s Super Bowl not sure if I’ll see
the Super Bowl is much more than a game
those commercials bring excitement also
Fritos and Pepsi will also get fame
for many the game is the only show
I’ve have been to two Super Bowl parties
last one was the Chargers and the Niners
I worked those Mondays without a tardy
I’m not granddad I’m not with those miners
so eat drink and enjoy the game today
once the work week starts there is no more play
Twelve was the number Roger Staubach worn.
Eight was the number Carl Yastrzemski wore.
When they played I needed lots of popcorn
Watching them play was something to adore
They were yesterday’s players which I miss
Today there is so much coverage to watch
I watch sports instead of trading a kiss
Its poetry and sports I’m out of scotch
Baseball has always been my favorite
Next comes football and then there’s basketball
If the Red Sox are on in front I’ll sit
I’ll watch all sports played with a ball
Poetry and sports those are my pastimes
I’m involved with them instead of hard crimes
I got a sonnet streak going strong here
not just Super Bowl weekend sonnets too
I’m writing more sonnets instead of beer
I’m writing this now other day wrote two
the Half Time Show is on in other room
I’m glad Baltimore is winning right now
Poe’s spirit may be giving Niners doom
after the game coaches be asking how?
this is how I am spending this weekend
to be honest writing more joy than game
poetry to me always been a trend
whatever I’m writing I don’t have shame
its been more sonnets than the Super Bowl
I can’t help it poetry calms my soul
Tonight, there is no joy in the Broncos nation.
That was not just defeat, it was an annihilation.
Many of us were witnesses to the devastation.
It made Denver television viewers change the station.
Numerous Broncos fans must be wearing a frown.
In four quarters, they scored one measly touchdown.
It must be quiet in that big Colorado town.
Things were bad enough to make the greenest grass turn brown.
Over the Broncos, a witch’s spell must have been cast.
The gang was like a ship that sank very fast.
It seems the team saved its worst game for last.
On offense and defense, the men in orange were outclassed.
Along comes the addendum that nobody likes to hear:
The Broncos will get it together and win next year.