Athlete Poems - Poems about Athlete

Short So many people assume Short children can’t compete in Sports, while in School. It should come as no Surprise that good talent can come in Small packages. Let’s get out and Support all kids regardless of size. ...

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Since the earliest Olympic games, history Has provided the players in dramatic scenes. Where the acts would command the physical, As they performed to the kings and queens. Their display of strength and speed, ...

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A dream for many a watch for some The Olympic journey, Here it comes!! It was in Paris, few days ago It rushed a shiver from the head to the toe. Flags carried through the Seine river The horse was galloping in the water, even the ring of the high...

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Youth and vigor Young and pretty Sun is shining. ...

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As a seventeen year old competitive swimmer, the other swimmer I looked up to was Mark Spitz, he was a multiple gold medal winner, a wonder in the water, a swimming blitz. I had Olympic dreams, my element was the aquatic, but life took me in another direction, it seemed, the lure of going to practices seemed less exotic. How I loved the...

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INFINITE ATHLETEAMVIEWER In a tale of twists & turns of rare fight, Mason left the Blues in hinge sight, And now, a TeamViewer in flight. Cole Palmer departed City in dead night, Becoming an Infinite Athlete so bright.5 One left his childhood team without renewal, Only to become a TEAMVIEWER, While the other left his "City" sets...

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We arrive suddenly into the light, Needy and crying for what's in store. Then soon enough we begin to crawl, Only to stand before so much more. Our bodies and brain will grow together, As we learn to jog before we run. While social natures includes some others, ...

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Fifty-one autumns ago on a vibrant blue sky morn, I was running in my high school girl's cross-country race in Bethpage Park, Long Island, N.Y., as many ponytails bounced under canopies of red, orange, yellow leaves on the runner's trails, my young strong legs pumped earnestly as I inhaled and exhaled the briskly fresh air. I finished third, after another girl and...

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Discipline athlete Heed rules of sportsmanship, Go for winning feat....

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Doric columns supported the xyst with ancestral plane trees and boxwood lining the spaces between and whispering the secrets of ancient polished stone. The promenade led to the gymnasium where zealous athletes of strength and valor practiced their regiment for the Games to earn enhanced esteem and station. So compelling now to amble and hear their eager, raised voices of so long ago, echoing through...

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A brawly guy A woman sighs He gives a wink It makes you think He goes to the gym At sports he'll always win He often dates And never waits He goes online Occasionally has wine He's captain of the football team The fans in the stand often scream Admired by many Offers are plenty...

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Thinking 1st Timothy, 2ndTimothy, Titus Do they help us manage church worship "Worship", of course, includes Sunday sermon? Clearly we are to watch, pray, test spirits Timothy had mom & grandma as mentors Then the Apostle-missionary Paul himself Yet he was timid, young : "courage, love, soundness" Were the prayers for him, Away with slave-spirit! "Preach The Word," in seasons or not, Boldly Bible...

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These are the best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part V Just Smile by Michael R. Burch We'd like to think some angel smiling down will watch him as his arm bleeds in the yard, ripped off by dogs, will guide his tipsy steps, his doddering progress through the scarlet house to tell his mommy 'boo-boo!' ... only two. We'd...

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These are the best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part III For Jack Nicklaus, at the 1987 Open by Michael R. Burch When you were young every putt was makeable and every dream remarkable; the stars were unmistakable you set your sights upon. Then, in your youth, time not yet a factor and age not yet your rector, you plotted every vector and...

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Ali’s Song by Michael R. Burch They say that gold don’t tarnish. It ain’t so. They say it has a wild, unearthly glow. A man can be more beautiful, more wild. I flung their medal to the river, child. I flung their medal to the river, child. They hung their coin around my neck; they made my name a bridle, “called a spade...

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