Love Basketball Poems | Examples
These Love Basketball poems are examples of Basketball poems about Love. These are the best examples of Basketball Love poems written by international poets.
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?
It was love at first sight
Everything about her felt so right
Her shape, her motion, her shade of brown
He took her with him to every venue in town
But then, with no more basketball games slated
The love of his life quickly deflated
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.
Come on baby .we have taken it slow
My hearts ready to go
The odds were beat
We took the heat
Its with you i wish to be
Have a little trust in me
And one day you will find
Babe id never leave you behind
Don`t let things of the past
Keep you from a love meant to last
fear it is also in in my heart
but i knew it was you from the start
cant promise it will always be grand
but i want you to understand
my best ill always try
never to make you cry
ill be your love ill be your friend
ill be beside you till the end
Years before 13th birthday
Sun beckons me run play
In the street under golden ray
With neighborhood kids on hills of clay
Learning to ride bike and skate
Playing kickball run chase
Playing football basketball too
Dodge ball softball all in June
In Clanton Park we all are one
Hiking green woods under red sun
What to do on rainy days
Play with dolls do hair makeup face
Drawing dresses or playing cards spa
Not so much t.v. but it had a part
We had just begun our training bras
Tomboys galore we are stars
7/3/2022
Ill innocent cellular lively intracellular lifeless ice lazy plush ice cold LOVE-
12/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
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
How will you spend tomorrow?
How did you spend today?
Why do hero's come and go?
How are legends made?
Ask yourself these questions
Ponder the answers through
Take a good hard look at your life
Now imagine what you can do
Each day is such a gift
For granted please don't take
Always face each day anew
Light each candle and taste the cake
Surround yourself with love and joy
More memories be sure to make
Today could be tomorrow gone
Another heart could break
1-26-20
Oh, how I love a good game;
I anxiously await my turn,
And then I make my play.
I also love a good play;
Good scripts, for which I’m always game;
Stories with a good turn.
When the tides of stories turn,
It just makes the play
Afterwards, for coffee I’m game.
On weekends, I love a good poker game; it’s a game that can quickly turn on a wrong play.