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Short Basketball poem by Smail Poems| Details | |


A devil
Evil spirit
Regarded as cruel
The jealousy

Short Basketball poem by Smail Poems| Details | |

Pink Kitty Cats

Cats all around
Playing with the yarn
So cute and pink

Short Basketball poem by Smail Poems| Details | |


Sly quiet slim fur
Sneaking through the trees
The only one that likes water

Short Basketball poem by Jerry Stevenson| Details | |

Not His Game

He tried basketball.
He can’t run and he can’t jump.
He sits in the stands.

Short Basketball poem by Sienna Muniz| Details | |

No longer... My Boy

Loving,basketball playing, 24/7 gaming.
My best friend

Short Basketball poem by Jerry Stevenson| Details | |

Zuit Suit Bigot

He is a billionaire in a zuit suit
who owns a basketball team.
Money cannot buy brains.

Short Basketball poem by Derek Westbrook| Details | |

Anita anita

Anita anita I don't know what I would do if is really Anita Anita but just remember I really Anita anita

Short Basketball poem by Randy Steele| Details | |


Basketball has taller, thinner sorts
Rugby is a shorter, thicker sport

Short Basketball poem by Joshua Lacey| Details | |

For K.U.

Basketball - watch them go!
Zipping around to and fro
See the basketball meet net
K.U.'s going to win I bet!

Short Basketball poem by Joseph May| Details | |

Free throw Clerihew

 Shaquille  O'Neal
plays basketball with zeal
can dunk without leaving the ground
but his free throws hardly  go down

Short Basketball poem by rock scarfone| Details | |


Old Man Bianco his vocal voice
stripped of all it’s octave choice
creaked and crowed in age and vice
“Liquor, tobacco, you pay the price!”

Short Basketball poem by Namon Kanatharana| Details | |

My School

My school is a very great place 
My school has an awesome Basketball Court
My school has an great library
My scool is the best place to be in

Short Basketball poem by Merle Manu| Details | |


Who's basketball
Who's bouncing it?
Who needed soccer balls?
Who brought them?
Who knew?

I would buy that juice
Would you?

Short Basketball poem by Frank Penicaro| Details | |


Fell asleep with a broken guitar
and a bowl of cheese.
played basketball with a deflated ball.

remorse is forbidden,live in the
amusement of the puzzle.

Short Basketball poem by Chris Matt| Details | |

Basketball Shoes

My basketball sneakers could make me fly
In fourth grade I could jump so high
I wasn't the best on the team
But I was in my dream
With those shoes, I swear I could touch the sky.

Short Basketball poem by Duke Beaufort| Details | |


Hyperbole is a spots cast
Announcers have egos so vast
My ears must have rest
From this lambasting pest
Collection of morons amassed

Author's note: Is it getting worse, or is it just me?

Short Basketball poem by Robert Heemstra| Details | |

March Madness

March Madness is here
college fans and beer

they’re at the sport bars
watching future stars

they got their brackets
hold Easter Baskets

basketball is loved by some
than others just think it’s dumb

Short Basketball poem by brittney lopez| Details | |

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Short Basketball poem by Honestly JT| Details | |

Beyond The Arc

It was like a free throw 
from the three-point line.
I had all kinds of space and time;
It was a bank shot right off the board,
Then through the rim and net;
I scored.

©2014 Honestly JT

Short Basketball poem by Jhonny Thermidor| Details | |


Is what you can call
A world you haven’t seen before.

Is what you can call
A basketball player with a football.

Is when you can’t see,
A fish should live IN and ONLY in the sea!

Short Basketball poem by George Aul| Details | |

No Foul

My dream, my desire
is one with a naughty theme...

four women and me
engaged in some sweaty fun - 

For "Tanka me a Dream" contest sponsored by Michael J. Falotico.

by George Aul

Short Basketball poem by Effie Blake| Details | |


carnival -- indoors
instead of outdoors -- has a 
stifling air to it

silk wearing psychic --
mouth with an overbite -- tells
the future glibly

basketball game -- hoops
too small for tossing -- gives a
large dust-covered prize

Short Basketball poem by kay alexander| Details | |

trust yourself

trust yourself !
and don't fall down
trust yourself!
and you will be happy
trust yourself!
and be yourself
be yourself!
and be happy who you are
be happy!
and you will grow wings and fly
fly to your dream
of something big

Short Basketball poem by Tarsha Jones| Details | |

Will not Make me Fall

You can crush me, beat me, call me out name
The same fact remain, that I will stay the same
You can cheat, trick, remain to call me a *****
But in my heart I will remain rich
You can bounce me around like basketball
But you will not make me fall

Short Basketball poem by Ashraf Ahmad| Details | |


Basketball is the greatest sport
You get to dribble up and down the court

A shot here 
A block there

The shotclock goes out 
The crowd starts to shout

Don't be a fool and bring this game to shame
Because basketball is the greatest game

Short Basketball poem by Michael Miers| Details | |


Sweep, old lady, sweep away
the tin
and dust
of the day
breath as the sun sighs and
settles into the
consider the satellites as they
come back
gather the children on the
wide fields you have
Sleep, old lady, come Monday
and dream

Short Basketball poem by Harold Hunt sr| Details | |

season end

Season end
Baseball bats will soon be quiet.
As football season takes a kick
Golf ball will be put away so a president can go to work.
 Hockey sticks will soon hit the puck
And baseballs will go in the net.
The summer season is scheduled to end.
Hello winter let it begin.

Short Basketball poem by bitoy leah| Details | |


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Short Basketball poem by Jacob Cramer| Details | |

Just Me and My Dixon Ticonderoga

Some kids play soccer.
Some go out for a mocha.
I, however, chew my DIXON Ticonderoga.

I look out the window
and cringe in disgust.
They're fighting over a basketball and making a fuss.

I just nibble at my eraser.
Happy as can be

Well, I am kind of friendless.

And I’m often lonely.

Oh who am I kidding! This is the life, baby!

Short Basketball poem by Robert Heemstra| Details | |

Earl the Pearl

Earl the Pearl Monroe played basketball
he played guard being five foot three tall

he had great moves on the court
was a businessman off court

in childhood best friend was Knicks fan
he played and he had the best plan

back then Calvin Murphy was I
then after losing don’t ask why

because Earl the Pearl was won again
later in life I finally win


Short Basketball poem by Jawaad Khan| Details | |


Bouncing the ball on the court 
Air balls flying through this sport 
Slam dunking hard on the rim 
Knowing to guard her or him 
Elevating your feet up high in the air 
Tearing up the court but always play fair 
Bearing the tragedy of losing 
Aiming for the shot but still confusing 
Leaving the opponent to trip and fall 
Loving the game of BASKETBALL!

Short Basketball poem by Donald Reith| Details | |

Sir Jack And The Outside-Inside Basketball Attack

The incredible shooting display put on by "Sir" Jack, 

Teaches a basic tenet of basketball that remains still, 

You can expand your game from the outside 

and considerably broaden your skill, 

With accuracy you can keep defenders off-guard, 

You can shake 'em or hit one in their grill, 

By working the game outside-inside, 

You can score on any defender at will.

Short Basketball poem by Sofia Shteyngolts| Details | |


She put my note to you
Under your vocab book,
right before recess...

And that’s when my friend told  me 
You thought that I was strange,
But that you didn’t mean it in a bad way...
and that a small smile flashed on your face...

I laughed
saw you playing basketball,
Your brown-blond hair flying in all 
I thought about the note...

And now I’m sitting in class...

Short Basketball poem by Cherica Eckiwaudah| Details | |

My Mommy

My mommy has elmos laugh.
She is a part of the riverside staff.

My mother is really short.
Baketball is her favorite sport.

Peanut is my mothers nickname.
In basketball she brought her a-game.

She loves me a whole bunch.
She always takes me out to lunch.

My love for her will never die.
This is truly NOT a lie.

This poem is finally over.
Now she knows i love her.

By: Cherica Eckiwaudah

Short Basketball poem by Veronica Joseph| Details | |

Done Yet?

the house is busy
in and out
shopping errands lawn garbage
cars shifting, boys shouting
basketball, baseball, dog leash
hockey skates
how many for dinner?
laundry dishwasher soap
ah bleach
ice tea on the porch
dog at my feet
newspapers on the table
later, maybe later
grocery list
drug store
exhange shoes
oil change
are we done yet?

Short Basketball poem by Robert Pettit| Details | |

Basketball is for Everybody

Telling blacks not to come to a basketball game. That is such a racist remark and a shame. Making such a comment is an absurdity. In the professional basketball community, African-Americans make up the great majority. Those words said were a public disgrace. Everywhere in any professional sports place, room should be made for any color and race. from a news story found on

Short Basketball poem by Aaron Comoletti| Details | |

writeing inspires

life inspires me to write
help me when i feel the nether
bring to peak of my dreams
fighting hard
knowing my faith is on my side
not gonna wander stray
at time i wlll go down hill
but i know someday i will fulfill
hard hours put in my work
feeling like my reality is hoax
figuring out who i am
what will happen next
laying back praying to god
as his mysterious magic does his work
give me the fuel to keep my going

Short Basketball poem by Aaron Comoletti| Details | |

thank you

thank you parents by my side
trying to transcend to a state of joy
keeping my faith  high as cloud never want you to depart
to a sad life but i know someday your time will come
when youll be up above
but you soal l will always linger around forever
at time ill feel the nether at time we go through struggles
but its normal all the good time we had wont forget
always at your aid knowing you will  never betray me like a raid

Short Basketball poem by Lou Schreiberg| Details | |

What Do Fireflies Eat?

it's raining , it's pouring

the old man is snoring

it's I, it's me, I can see

I can hear, just me here

darn that old mirror

can't it sometimes lie

am getting tired awake

street light slat peeking

flying clown on the ceiling

lighting up his red nose

rudolph playing basketball

hey hands, meet my feet

am sleepy hungry

warm milk maybe, something

clown, what should I eat

what do fireflies eat

Short Basketball poem by Casper Daccary| Details | |

About me3

Out at the club looking for pretty faces
Looking for love in all the right places
Look through the room and sh*t, theres a ten I see
Making my move as I down another hennessy
So drunk, I throw up, in a bucket
Blow chunks, I look up, see a b*tch and f*ck it
Get myself cleaned up, physically speaking
Took that b*tch home her bed's rhythmically squeaking
And when she wakes up I'm long gone, son
A day in the life of John S Johnson

Short Basketball poem by Robert Pettit| Details | |

Future Superstar

The world welcomes a newborn baby boy. To the mother and father, he is a bundle of joy. Right now of course, he is so small. It won't be long before he is big and tall. As a defensive lineman, he will hone his attack. The boy will have no trouble sacking the quarterback. He will control the boards, slam dunk, and grab every rebound. I'm sure a sports superstar will be found. Inspired by another member's poem

Short Basketball poem by Steve Michael| Details | |

My Passion

My passion is sports, always has been, always will be...

Be it, pro football, college football, baseball, college basketball, pro basketball,
hockey or soccer, I love it all...

I live and die by my favorite teams, be it the Braves, Cowboys, Penn State or Flyers, I'm
a passionate and emotional fan...

I cheer loudly when they do good, and yell even louder when they screw up...

I love my teams, and, I'll never apologize for my passion for them....

Short Basketball poem by Moses Samandar| Details | |


Powerful tyrannic regimes, lovely sky, thunder
Eating doritos, ignoring culture
I'iz fat, I'iz lazy
Yet I previal, for power, wealth and fame.
I grow like a sunflower, flying through a Maserati.
Parked $20,000 luxury, beat'nic
$150k salary, a traditional rampage
What'O I say, it is funny, I can envision but breath like a pro.
Jump-shoot, aye, to my basket for basketball
I am evident to live with ...
Jump start skid, it is a lactose and tolarant premis

Short Basketball poem by Ammy Avocet| Details | |

Hey Fiddle Fiddle

He fiddled 
with his foreskin,
pulling the taunts over

The tip of his nose,
it still stung, from when
Gary Mother****in' Jackson
(a strapping lad who insisted
this should have been his middle
name, after taking up a pool
job one summer)

Had pushed him, rather
abruptly into the bushes,
and those branches

Feeling like hands, poked
and prodded into the depth's
of his skin and he'd walked 

Through that day, red and 
welty, like an overgrown zit.

Short Basketball poem by brittney lopez| Details | |


They say the sun shines on the skin of a goddess her hair dark filled with flowers and her skin of silk,
When you see her don't let her go she will treat u like a god and run her silk hands against the ruffness of your skin she will show u the right way to enlightenment her eyes golden brown so deep you can get lost she can see right through you and know the depth of your soul she will speak words so smooth softer then the wind 
Skin so smooth the sun follows her every move.

Short Basketball poem by benjamin grimm| Details | |

The Mother

Sad hands
soft sighs
Felt a loss
Her son away now flies

Alone and feeble
A scrapbook on her lap
Because she can't get it back

Elementary Photographs
2nd grade
Proud of the Boy
And the progress that he made

High school Basketball
6ft 7inches tall
Mom took a picture
Forever displayed on Bedroom Wall

Son moves away
Just got married the other day
The mother called
Two voices had a lot to say

Missing Boy
Now D.A.
Time is gone
Then is Yesterday

Short Basketball poem by TERESA MORENO| Details | |

i am

I am athletic and talented
I wonder what ill be doing in 3 years
I hear people shouting out my name
I see me going the right path
I want to become something
I am athletic and talented
I pretend that  I'm strong
I feel like I'm a survivor 
I touch the basketball
I worry about loosing myself 
I cry about thinking about my past 
I am athletic and talented
I understand my music
I say never give up
I dream about my future
I try to hide my emotions
I hope to have a better future

Short Basketball poem by Matthew Anish| Details | |

Notes upon Watching the Nets

A nice, pretty Jewish woman 
told me a while back 
that she thought Basketball was for Black people 
   What she didn't realize is that it used to be called 
"The Jewish Game".  
I passed through a period as a youth when 
   I wanted to become a basketball player
  Well, I am now a poet
Maybe one day I will write a poem 
  about Elgin Baylor or George Mikan 
    Know who they were?  
   They were fine ballplayers 
Memories of ballgames 
  are burned into my consciousness

Short Basketball poem by Emmanuel M. Hitilasha| Details | |

On the data lines

With a devastating voice
To calm your mindset and change
Ironing the game to be fine
Good obsession
But elders are starving
While they are looking after the livestock
I will just scrutinize what is visible
Or am I out of context?
If it makes you forlorn
It is you who have a spot on a trail
Or if I’m wrong, correct me
Don’t let the neighbor to laugh at me
An ancient accepted wisdom
What my peers are scared to talk?
Thoughts far away
Thinking bottomless
Belief of growing up beings

Short Basketball poem by Matthew Anish| Details | |

A Walk on the Lower East Side

     Past the bodegas 
the House of Sages 
    Past the children playing 
in the yard 
Past the drugstore 
Past the basketball 
hoops - - which remind 
of a class at Brooklyn College 
Past the ice cream trucks 
   and the kosher bakery 
Past the supermarkets 
   Hearing people 
discuss old politics 
   I head to my home 
The Lower East Side 
    seeing my friends, avoiding my enemies 
   Looking for peace - as night falls  
        on Losaida - my home on the Lower East Side

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