Athletics Poems - Poems about Athletics

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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The best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part IV King Henry the Great by Michael R. Burch Long live the King! Send him victorious, happy and glorious, long to reign over us: Long live the King! Long live the King! Send him like Sherman tanks Mowing down cornerbacks, Stiff-arming tiny ants: Long live the King! No T.O. by Michael...

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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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These are the best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part II The Locker by Michael R. Burch All the dull hollow clamor has died and what was contained, removed, reproved adulation or sentiment, left with the pungent darkness as remembered as the sudden light. Me? Whee! (I stole this poem from Muhammad Ali.) —Michael R. Burch superstar(stuporstar) by Michael R. Burch hey pete, it's baseball season and the sun ascends the...

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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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Our granddaughter’s playing soccer again…she’s the goalie on her team and in some ways as I watch her…it’s like I’m reliving a dream…. You see I grew up thinking I was an athlete…what other conclusion could I draw… when I looked into the mirror…an athlete was who I saw. But my recollections of my career in sports are anything...

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Olympic stuff ain’t easy I’ve false started many times At the traffic lights At meal times Conversations in the office lounge area And other events I’d rather not mention Alright go on then Let me fill you in At McDonald’s At the flipping birds At peristerophobia At the park Pole vaulting is not a dangerous sport But the internet has told me Even though a pole requires A hefty...

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~~~~Let's Go Oakland!~~~ Beat the Tampa Bay Rays! 50,000 fans heading your way to watch you play, In this very exciting Wild Card Game. There will be no hearings as to who won the game, Nor, if Russia colluded to put you to shame! That's what I like about sports,...

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We played sports on asphalt fields drains and sewer lids for bases Billy’s house the right field line Tommy’s porch a short left field. We diagramed football plays bottle caps, fractured marbles, Mikey’s favorite button. The ball was scuffed bladder worn sticking out where it was torn. The jump rope slapped sidewalk cracks sneakers tapped the beat “Double Dutch” amazingly twin passing ropes a double feat. Baseball cards trilled old bike spokes roller skates click-clacking by racing...

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In the Year two thousand and seventeen athletics world certainly got a jolt something they shouldn't have ever seen defeated hero, the amazing Usain Bolt, eight men over a short distanced battling for a gold medal in the world championships beaten by athletics villain, Justin Gatlin jeering and booing from sad people's lips. Gatlin may have won race and gold medal spectators...

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