Free Verse Basketball Poems | Examples
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youthful , we were
a basketball neurosurgeon
godlike psychopathy
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
In football, one hour;
But occasionally, overtime.
In basketball, 48 minutes;
But occasionally, overtime.
In baseball, nine innings;
But occasionally, extra innings.
On Calvary's cross;
3rd hour; crucified.
6th hour; area-wide darkness.
9th hour; last cry and death.
No overtime; No extra innings;
On Calvary's cross;
It was finished.
Nothing went undone;
Nothing was left to be done.
Completeness embraces me.
Am I a blip
in my own life
known as obscurity?
Is this a poem for you
and me?
Or am I a maze
of lost meaning?
Is my little life
a labyrinth
I cannot solve?
Is my day
called
Sudoku?
Those shadows you see
are not meant to frighten.
They are angels watching over
your life.
The angels in the day
are clusters of clouds
guiding your way.
The angels you feel
are the love ones you miss.
They are keeping your memories alive.
Memories are meant to last,
not pass.
‘More drama swirls around Caitlin Clark’
‘Angel Reese’s pregame outfit kills the internet’
'Aliyah Boston’s three-word response to Breanna Stewart’
Another day of headlines for ~ ‘Women’s Professional Basketball’
Yesterday, down twenty-two to one
The Chicago Bulls, that game won
Miracles occur daily
The impossible may take a wee bit
longer
_____________________________
Yesterday evening, the Chicago Bulls
trailed the Miami Heat, an excellent
team, by a score of 22 - 1, seven
minutes into the game... The final
score: Bulls 102, Miami 97.
A drug-smuggling dribbler is in a pickle
Commie LeBron is acting quite fickle
She should rot in a gulag
With this self-oppressed snob
Until they choke on the hammer and sickle
First basketballs were discarded peach baskets
With their full bottoms in them
Soccer balls were used
Officials had this dubious job
Had to climb a ladder to remove the ball
After each basket
Figured a woman with a laundry basket
With a big hole in the bottom
Was the first one to think of tearing the bottom out of peach baskets
For more than two years, we’ve been riding
a tsunami, now surfing the sixth viral wave
and we’ve all become amateur epidemiologists.
Hooray for MRNA, but variants keep emerging
and we’re all getting tired of the Greek alphabet.
Me, I’m vaxxed to the max, still masked
and was negative in my last test, which
is positive I guess, and though I don’t
understand them, I have a bit of respect
for the antis and that flat earth leaning
basketball player, who if the Raptors get
that far, won’t be playing against them
in our home playoff games.
No man is an island, but with covid and
climate change, it sure feels that way
and zoom just ain't the real thing.
And with the sea rising, I feel that
I might go under, when comes
the seventh wave.
Never missed an NBA championship
until this year
Never missed a World Series
until this year
Never missed a Super Bowl
until this year
Never knew what I was missing
until this year
Long, winding gravel driveway
decrepit old Mercury station wagon
parked there
doors unlocked
those big red buttons
sticking up
no seatbelts either
Tiger lilies blooming
all-at-once, on
either side
of the gravel
A few years later
a cockeyed backboard
appeared on a tree
supporting an
uneven, rickety
basketball rim
Winters we spent shoveling snow
MYSTCAL MOONLIGHT
Intoxicating, breathtaking.
Silvery foreshadows of innocence
The birthplace of my poetry.
It's starlight, of tides and times.
Moonlight and God are spinning
The perfect poetic chrysalis,
Of dreams and peace.
As His existence always is.
Above the clouds He does not sleep.
But love and miracles does He keep.
Alas, to many, He is but a joke.
Lonely,ill and confused, they grumble,
Deaf to His help and eternal
whisperings,
The Creator of this universe and
our eternal King,
12/11/2020
freed verses
are
served free
to
serve serfs
like
severed-fees
to
reverse-feed
what's
severed seed
as
free versed
that's
deserved free
stan sand
Life is like a hot cup of coffee.
Don't rush it, enjoy it slowly.
Feel the warmth.
Make it last as long as you can,
and enjoy it with friends.
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Hollering Baller
Stub my toe I holler
Sweaty neck and armpits, perspire
Fall down bruise my knee
Can no longer crawl
Was a basketballer
Does any or all of this matter
Hurt toe
Sore knee
You wonder why I holler
Was a game of one on one
Score 37 to 71
I loss the game
Guess that means I'm not a baller
6/04/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018