Basketball Poems | Examples of Basketball Poetry

When playing basketball being tall is best it's thought but that's not all wearing saggy baggy shorts on the court needs keen hand-eye coordination plus being fleet of foot and have no quibble with dunk or dribble if through the hoop a Wilson you wish to put. As for American football boring from the sideline I find it's more talk less action namby-pamby as opposed to...

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Kaleidoscope A man unsure of how to address women walked into a tube of colored glasses and bits of painted paper. he was brought up as a Presbyterian, were women were held in high esteem wore long gloves when going to a ball. He thought the color in the kaleidoscope where tartish-like women dressed in red standing on the pavement near a bar. Yet...

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A referee, with whistle so keen, Said, "These fouls, they're the worst I have seen!" With stripes black and white, He'd call every slight, Then tripped on a sneaker, and fell on the scene. ©bfa032125 ...

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The roar of the crowd fills the air The whistle blows, my heart pumping Bucket for Bucket, foul for foul A free shot soon to be coming A needed break for the fans and players As the game comes to a pause The team devises their next move A new perfect plan without flaws A tense feeling overtakes the room As the game...

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Michael Jordan, with leaps so absurd, Through defenders, he'd fly, never deterred. With a slam and a swish, He'd make every fan wish, Their own dunks were equally preferred. ©bfa032125 ...

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Phil Jackson, with Zen and with grace, Would coach with a calm, peaceful face. With triangles and sighs, He'd win all the prizes, "Now just breathe," he'd say, "Find your space." ©bfa032125 ...

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Larry Bird, with his trash talk so fine, Would shoot from the corner, on time. With a smirk and a stare, He'd just stand right there, "That's a three, and the game's now all mine!" ©bfa032125 ...

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The soups and breads were fixed know seemed to have interest In that. One commented that the Chickens used in the soup were as big as geese, naming one kingKong. Garlic and margine was used with Garden herbs to create the croutons. He would be a one man ed gang to complete all the tasks still needed to be done...

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Trailing, doubts arise, Then a spark, the tide will turn, New lead takes the court. ©bfa042425 ...

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Fast break, a blur, Points rain down, a sudden storm, Net sings, game over. ©bfa042425 ...

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The world doesn’t want me— I feel it in the spaces between words, in the rooms that fall silent when I enter, in the way their eyes cut through me, sharp and indifferent. I exist like an echo no one listens for, a presence only ever tolerated, never embraced. They laugh like glass shattering, pointing fingers dipped in poison, whispering daggers into my skin. I...

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Untimely was Hamilton Hicks In making his basketball picks. He knew it all well, How each bracket fell, But always too late with his clicks. ...

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The squeak of shoes, a rhythm on the floor, The orange sphere, a target to explore. A clash of wills beneath the stadium's glare, Where gravity defies and spirits dare. The dribble's pulse, a heartbeat fast and strong, A weaving dance where wrong and right belong. A sudden leap, a soaring, graceful flight, The net's soft swish, a moment pure and bright. The...

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Why is that even a discussion? Why everything gotta be a competition, a comparison or even a debate? Michael Jordan was the “GOAT” of his time and generation. LeBron is the “GOAT” of this time and generation. But so is Steph Curry, Kevin Durant, Chris Paul, James Harden, Kyrie Irving, Luka Doncic, Ja Morant, Nikola, Shai, Victor,...

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Mist wraps around her like dreams, Smart-girl vibes echo in whispers, She struts through rain and thunder, New money shines bright in her eyes. A locket swings close to her heart, Memories whisper through each droplet, She dances as storms gather round, Each step a pulse, a fierce...

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