Life Basketball Poems | Examples
These Life Basketball poems are examples of Basketball poems about Life. These are the best examples of Basketball Life poems written by international poets.
Swadling encrypt the contrarious slopes of a mired
entity coursed veinous stammer spurts bled
across a court of an unchallenged befitted named
as valor cornered the bleached to be razed
spirits encapsulate the branded sole championed
glory dazed betwixt ears of an abandoned
waning light fills purple sighs 'ill eve succumbed
bitterness spilt the downtrodden weighed
hung kicked a life out of bound the final scored
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 heartbeat.
In crimson hues, she breaks through,
Gripping life with soft yet strong hands,
Thunder shakes the world beneath,
But she walks on, unbothered, free.
Don't be a football,
Thrown and kicked down the field
Like rocks of nature;
Rather, be a bouncing ball
Sowing and reaping life's goals
IN LIFE’S BALL GAME
Don’t be a football,
Thrown and kicked down the field
Like rocks of nature:-
Rather, be a bouncing ball…
Sowing and reaping life’s goal:-
With one hand on my thigh
I realize it's time
To pick
My booger
At night all alone
I pick.
My boogers.
And when one hangs low.
I stop
And think
About my life...
2 people see two things wrong with too.
Being involved.
We stop
And scratch our heads.
And when we are deep
In thought
We realize
That
Our fingers
Are on
Our boogers.
The afternoon was clear and hot
Bad weather to do games of sport
Definitely of any sort
But this was the only chance I got
I boldly took my spot
Thoughtless of the man I am not
Wounds now clot
Breath now short
And like a thunder bolt
I let it float with volt
Swishing as it feels every knot
Tomorrow will thank me for this shot
Sister Jean, a national treasure
burst on the scene five years ago
her Loyola Ramblers took the NCAAs by storm
and Sister Jean's quiet life was transformed
Now it's five years later
Loyola's going nowhere fast
But our fascination with Jean
has yet to pass ...
Interviewed last week at 103
She'd heard of a gal age 114
Faced her audience squarely and insisted
"Now that's just too darn old to be!"
FLOWERY AT DAWN, WITHERED AT DUSK.
Summer today Fall before tomorrow
A youth today aged and frail tomorrow
If you live to age, maybe on a life borrowed
Happy at dawn, at Dusk we sleep in sorrow
Birthed in team only to exit in solo
My birth gave them joy
My demise tomorrow will leave them in sorrow
Many hidden pains
They don't know why I look pale
Eyes popping out of its socket
Not only for the money scarce in my pocket
I'm a wandering soul in the forest
Buying a little more time in my closet
After now I'll kick the bucket
I don't live the life that I love
Nor love the life that I live
Heard there's love in the air
And I wonder why I can't sniff any but hate
If I wake up to see tomorrow
Wait not further hour to say hello
The last smile I made
The last time I waved
And the last bye I said
May be the last of me to you
A memory you'll live with after I'm gone.
Goodnight to our beloved departed soul
The flowers ?? we had at sunrise but withered at sunset
You left, but live forever in our hearts
Goodnight foever
FM CONCEPTUAL ??
man-child used to being a shooting star
drinks always came for free at the cash bar
full to brim with urges and willfulness
left wondering alone in wilderness
not quite able to keep up with himself
loss and wanton desires ruin mental health
focus gone, became another lost boy
"Aw shucks" demeanor his major decoy
not understanding skill in scoring points
a lifetime of pleasure does not appoint
Johnny was after all his father's son
truly did not seek to hurt anyone
like so many others, gone way too soon
leaving the rubble of legend he'd strewn
R~ Rockin' old field house in '63
A~ Achievement - then and now
M~ March Madnesss
B~ Beat Beavers (Oregon State)
L~ Lay ups
E~ Energetic excellence
R~ Rockin' Bankers Life Field House in '21
S~ Sister Jean sees one more Sweet Sixteen
03/26/2021
The cimmeran pole
that clasps a hoop stands crooked.
MY tall spine curves, bends
from the pressure of animus.
Or assault. The dirty net,
tat by machines that
may spin the workers'
story-another country-
the carvings of a life
deeper than a grave.
A hare, the color of sand
with white sea glass - my
confidante-bites a stygian
hued root, straight as a tenet;
yet a bitter taste
like bile, maybe... drought
dry. There IS dust we
might inhale, in a room
un-swept. We might choke;
should then cough up. Perhaps spit
out ideas of greed;
stand upon cracked
skin-tints of community-
clench our fists, to crush.
A clot bars the zoetic
flow of life; we want them to burst...
like Summer flowers,
sunlight on diamonds
that surface from within a mine;
like POP culture?
_*I FOUND ME , THANX TO ALL SELFISH IN MY LIFE*_
In the era of egomania
I nourushed lossing someone phobia.
I cried for those; who laughed at me
I convinced them with my down knee
I chassed them, I begg them
I kept the stone and terminated gem
Now I learned how to survive ,
I found me , thanx to all selfish in my life
I have skill for art , stydy, dance and writing
for shake of their attention i was blighting
I was crying whole night
left the bright colour and stayed in dim light
where there is no value of my existence
but now I choose to enhance
See, I learned how to survive
i found me , thanx to all selfish in my life
For all of my life, one thing’s remained clear,
“Corona” meant lime juice, and Mexican beer!
Or jewel studded crowns, worn for mere show,
By Royals of pedigree--a priceless Chapeau.
But one thing’s escaped me, at least until now,
“Corona” the VIRUS, threatens survival somehow;
Spread by the touch, a cough, or a sneeze,
Causing sickness and death, in varying degrees.
So how did it start, and who is to blame,
Matter far less as innocent lives are now claimed;
The shredded economies, and fears of unknown,
Falling markets in panic, as life is postponed.
And yet through it all, the faithful remain,
Prayerfully seeking His protection by name;
For the world has known worse, than Corona--it’s true,
Overcomers prevail, held together like glue.
No blame games or politics, or death by the sword,
So long as my baseball and hoops are restored;
And my 401K plan recovers real fast,
So I can retire, off the grid--SAFE, at last!
Mamba, you were, are, and will be a legend,
You have introduced many to the game,
we learn your extent of perseverance and, determination,
without disruption,
not easy to replicate,
yet, we try to emulate.
Remember, the story doesn't end here,
your motivation and legacy will not go in vain,
to make life good,
we must look,
into your experiences and broaden our outlook.
Mamba, you were, are, and will be a legend!!
For His forty-one years, he
thrilled us with his moves on the court.
For such a Life as this, no one wants to say goodbye.
This Champion is sadly gone. His child an aspiring
Second in his footsteps.
You wonder why a Life cut so short?
This is my tribute to a man know as Kobe.
I never saw you play, but I heard of your many triumphs.
Now you will play for my husband and sister to the place
you and your child are now going. You will always have
a place in our hearts and love in our minds.
It is not always fair when a life is cut short, But I am guessing
it is only natural in the grand skim of things when one
leaves us early they have met their destiny.
We have all your Championship tributes and videos that
will remind us of you. And like many in your category,
we will remember you.
Welcome to your Eternal Hall of Fame.
And my sincere condolences for your wife,
parents and three daughters.
So, Rest Well,
Be Well in Christ Jesus.