Abc Football Poems | Abc Poems About Football
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The lines on the field are painted a bright white.
I see the sun set slowly behind the goal post.
My eyes are blinded by the electric light.
At games we go all out and do the most.
I can hear the sizzle and pop of greasy concession stand food.
The crowd cheers from the stands.
From around the corner a little kid playing tag begins to cry,
And music is played from the band.
The quarterback passes the ball,
And the cheerleaders yell for him to go all the way.
While he is sprinting to the end zone we hope that he does not fall.
“And that is another touchdown” we hear the announcer say.
This is a Friday night football game.
Someday these boys could reach real fame.
Copyright © Alyssa Hensley | Year Posted 2015
Will the crowd cheer.
When i was little i just wanted to play football.
The kids in the neighborhood told me I was to small.
I dream of running on to the field and hearing the crowd cheer.
As I grew older, they said I wasn't strong enough to be played ball.
I ran fast but was not capable of keep them off.
The day came when I joined a college team.
I was to play and I knew my dream was there.
When I heard the crowd cheer.
As I got to the pro years.
I wanted once more with that question of mine.
Will the crowd cheer for me #12
Copyright © Harold Hunt sr | Year Posted 2014
Again the drums of samba
Playing in Maracana stadium
The dream is again in Maracana
As the flags golden Shine
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
to make the dream
true and real
So fly Naymo wren
the new Garrincha high
Copyright © Sallam Yassin | Year Posted 2013
Copyright © Patience Acharu Daniel | Year Posted 2014
Tony Romo is a homo
Balls he fumbles
His stomach is rumbling
He strokes rong
Copyright © Malliburd Horton | Year Posted 2014