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Prose Poetry Football Poems | Prose Poetry Poems About Football

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FOOTBALL MOM

I never quite knew
what it meant.
And, if explained,
I never understood.
Shoot!  I've never even LIKED the game!
And, I never thought that I would.
But,
The fear...  The pride...
The gleam, in my eye...
The joy in my heart...
could only mean one thing.
I'm a football mom...?
YEAH!, A FOOTBALL MOM!
I love you, sweetie.
Now honey, you get out there,
AND, HIT SOMEBODY!!
OH! Did I just say that?
Where did that BASS come from?
Now, you be careful,
when you HIT SOMEBODYYYY!!!
OH MY! Well, anywho...
I've got my blanket, rain gear, 
and my thermos (minus the toddy),
so, I'll still be nice and toasty, 
when you HIT SOMEBODYYY!!!
I may not care for the game,
but I love the kid, who plays it.
Proud football mom, am I,
and my heart is just ablaze with it.
This feeling right here, is the BOMB!
So, whether home or away,
I'm in that thang!
Hecks YEAH!!!!
I'm a football mom!

Copyright © Danita Michelle Allen | Year Posted 2014


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Super Sunday

Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Super Sunday
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  January/2015


When
thousands
of
balloons,

float 
from the
ceiling -

When
the last

confetti 
falls -

What then?

When 
the
ROAR!

from
the crowd 
goes
silent -

When
the clock

ticks away
the 
game -

What then?

When
the Lombardi
trophy 
is
presented,

to
the best 
team

that won -

When
all 
the hoopla

with 

all 
the hype

have
left the
building -

Another
football season
is
done -

What then?

Copyright © Ken Jordan | Year Posted 2015

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Still Around

I had cancer a while back 
and  at last year's  Thanksgiving I threw a football and I 
could barely send it a couple of feet
After a tasty Thanksgiving feast 
this year I picked up a mini football
and played catch for about 45 minutes
And man, did that feel good!

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2013


Details | Prose Poetry |

You enjoy on my pain

Am football,
You kick me I move;
To the direction 
you choose;
Harder you kick 
farther I reach
Yet under your feet;
Made of hide 
Of unfortunate sheep,  
Children stitch,
Then I come in play ground, 
In branded name;
A modern day slave,
Made of slaves,
Have no voice
To raise loudly;
You enjoy on my pain;

© sadashivan nair

Copyright © sadashivan nair | Year Posted 2017

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TRULY SUPER

TRULY SUPER

Super Bowl Number Fifty,
A spectacular affair.
My favorite part,
Up in the air.

Five fighter jets,
Stirred hearts of the world.
Flying in formation,
As the flag unfurled.

A tribute to America,
Televised to many lands.
Patriotism at its very best,
We are in good hands.

Our nation's finest,
Trained to serve.
Protect our homeland,
More than we deserve.

Bi-planes in World War One,
Become an Ace by downing five.
Their courage changed the world,
Many sons came home alive.

Big Bombers all the rage,
The Second World War was here.
Fighters for support,
Men who knew no fear.

Korea came along,
South against the North.
Jets now ruled the skies,
Our nation knew their worth.

Protect us in the air,
Be proud of what you do.
Let the world see who you are,
Honor the Red, the White, the Blue.

RAYMOND V. MORGAN
Master Sergeant, USAF-Retired

Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2016