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Introspection Football Poems | Introspection Poems About Football

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Details | Rhyme |



Went to an alumni meeting last week
 Looking for solace, the outlook was bleak
We lost a game we should have won
A total disaster to all not just some
Cries of anguish torrents of pain
“How the hell did we lose that game”

Three close calls in the recent past
Defeat was looming, the die had been cast
We were favorite to trample that team
What followed next was strictly obscene
No confidence in the coach, zero trust
A new powerful resurgence is a must

“Fire the coach, we need a new spark”
Call the chancellor a search to embark
There’ll be plenty of coaches to interview
At the end of the season there will be a slew
Most will have been fired that’s for sure
Same kind of let down we’ve had to endure

Appoint a committee to find a coaching ace
Got to expunge this humiliating disgrace
While we’re at it  the assistants they must go
They haven’t inspired the team as far as I know
Need to raise cash something we’re lacking 
Buy out his contract and send him packing

A new coach will cost us a hefty sum
A sales job needed to convince the alum
All must partake in any new proposal
Resources will be placed at our disposal
A few claimed it was to soon to act
Hissed and booed told not to come back

The coach (2)

All that remained were anxiously waiting
Are there any coaches, we’ve been baiting
A new coach will surely demand  success
All in favor pledge  support in this quest
Days later the finals were slated
Consensus was, we won’t be elated

To our amazement,  it’s hard to explain
Out team executed a perfect game   
I went to an alumni meeting last night
Everyone was joyful in utter delight
Many were boasting and sipping champagne
Alas we were conference champions again

We need to make sure we continue to cruise
Complete confidence in the coach and his crew
Upgraded facilities, haven’t you heard 
Call the chancellor pass on the good word
Our coach is a winner to be sure
Esteem and respect for him to endure

The backers are ecstatic bursting with praise
Throw in some perks add in a raise
Extend his contract for a many a year
Act fast our rivals might get his ear
Those remarks from last week , bid them adieu
They were made by an uninformed few

Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |


Helping the warriors of the sport,
Gleaming in high spirits even when their team is down,
Their call and dance rallies the crowd.
They are the leaders of the fans,
But they are so much more.
Their agility and dancing bring hope to the worried team.
They train like warriors on the field,
They are athletes themselves,
They are the messengers of the fans to say,
"We believe in you."

Copyright © John Henry Galas | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative |

Glory Days

He oozed charm, this aging lothario.
Gallantry was his middle name.
Yet, he lived in the past
in the glory days of football wins
and cheerleaders…
denying his saggy abdomen
blind eye, and fungus crusted feet…

Gallantry was his middle name
and he wheedled his way into the affections
of many lost and lonely woman.
When the only women 
of true importance in his life  
were his daughters…

He lived in the past
slept with his dog, and swam in Speedos
bald pate shining in the sun.   
Once, long ago he was married to a cheerleader.
She’s stopped cheering, as his life filled
with their daughter and she was no longer his girl.
Caught between life, death, 
and the deep blue sea, he swam.
Arriving at the home of each new prospective conquest
with the requisite flowers and small talk.

The glory days of football still danced
before his single good eye upon the giant bar screen,
where he served mimosa’s and other drinks with a wink.
He smiled with a well-worn charm, and didn’t touch the stuff.
Still, he tried. But, most times, 
he felt more at home
with his daughters…

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011

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

Copyright © christine a kysely | Year Posted 2010

Details | I do not know? |

Football Hero

Crouched in a three-point stance
Coiled like a cobra, ready to strike
Knuckles white with clenched anticipation

Springing forward with a snap
Colliding with violent fury

A test of wills
A match of strength
Irresistable force meets immovable object
A clash of titans
A battle of behemoths

Play after play
Game after game
Season after season

Broken bones, shattered joints
Bumps, bruises, and blood
Sweat and tears
Heart and soul

All for the glory of the game
To batter through and reach the goal
To be the last warrior standing
When the final whistle blows
To be carried off the field of combat
Perched high on padded shoulders
By comrades who bled with you

Their hero. 

Copyright © Vandy Saylors | Year Posted 2006