School Basketball Poems | Examples
These School Basketball poems are examples of Basketball poems about School. These are the best examples of Basketball School poems written by international poets.
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
Trump Derangement Syndrome
and Hoya Paranoia*
Both reside in Washington D.C.
both designed to annoy ya
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*The Georgetown University basketball
team's nickname is 'the Hoyas.' The
team is known for its 'annoying,' but
effective, full-court pressure defense.
Other teams became paranoid about
dribbling the ball against them. Hence,
'Hoya Paranoia.'
In the state of Iowa girls basketball is the biggest sport.
Bigger than golf, football, baseball or any other that you’d sort.
We are basketball players before we settle down, an Amazon wife said.
And sometimes a player afterwards, said her son, Leland Lee Ted.
His mama scoffs at his reply, she beats him at horse after school.
Never letting up a bit, winning is the girls’ basketball creed and rule.
Husband will not play her, he has seen her tough it out since she was ten.
The one thing that she insists on doing is always taking the big win.
You don’t know me
You did not know me then
I watched you from afar
You knew not where or when
I turned up at your practice
I saw you through the gate
You stood behind the free-throw line
You did not hesitate
I even watched you on the diamond
As you swung your mighty bat
I perched high in the bleachers
In heat and rain I sat
When you scored the winning touchdown
I faithfully cheered and yelled
My would-be high school lover
For you my young heart swelled
And now we both are ancient
Alas, I missed my chance
If only I had spoken up
To claim a sweet romance
Off-season training
running, lifting weights
Grueling workouts
we loved to hate
Pre-season practices
10 pushups per lay-up missed
Wind sprints brought on the blisters
Complain? ~ from the team dismissed
Then came the league games
the chances for glory
No post-season without a winning record
lose too many, 'twas the end of the story
A question nobody asked back then, 'Did you enjoy it?'
Looking back, I'm glad I played, but ~ 'not even a whit!'
*Audio, and above VIDEO LINK of Final Seconds to the Buzzer.
Diamond Head Classic Christmas Day Championship
It took thirteen years to feel that glory,
like a cat on display under a hat.
Living a Dr. Seuss allegory,
feeling thrilled to be on the welcome mat.
In the hoop those fleeting seconds, that's all
it took thirteen years to feel that glory.
Cheers, JoVon McClanahan, for the end-all,
of shocked rival faces told the story.
SMU's defeat was self-explanatory,
their 57 to our 58.
It took thirteen years to feel that glory,
as jubilation made none hesitate.
Diamond Head Classic Hawaiian Airlines,
Rainbow Warriors clinch category.
Since its inception, a group of men shines,
it took thirteen years to feel that glory.
2023 January 02
*10th Place*
Poetry In Motion
~~Matt Caliri: Judged 2023 January 25
*RZ & HMS.
Basketball tip off at grade school game
My biggest lifetime shot at fame
Got the ball and took off
Heard the yells from aloft
Wrong way I went but good my aim
This morning, teacher said this week:
"We'll syntax Shakespeare used critique.
We'll cogitate and cursive write
And elements and odes recite.
We'll nuclei and despots learn.
To Babylon and Ur return.
We'll corollary facts deduce
And calculate hypotenuse."
At practice, coach explained his way
Of basketball our team will play:
With box-and-one and trapping press
And low post screens we'll have success.
Our give-and go will stretch the door
And back door cuts from picks should score.
Our weave will freeze their match-up zone,
And Kevin, put away your phone."
Then later in a chair I lay,
Prepared my dentist to obey.
"Extractions must ensue, my boy.
But nitrous oxide you'll enjoy.
Occlusions and abrasion wear
We'll mend with orthodontics care.
Of gingivitis, there's no sign,
And EMG's are looking fine."
Except for phone, I cannot say
I understood a word all day.
We're down by two to the state champs, here we come
~ I foul out... game over
September 03, 2020
My Most Unforgettable Moment in High School Contest
Sponsor: JCB Burl
The Desk
by Michael R. Burch
for Jeremy
There is a child I used to know
who sat, perhaps, at this same desk
where you sit now, and made a mess
of things sometimes. I wonder how
he learned at all ...
He saw T-Rexes down the hall
and dreamed of trains and cars and wrecks.
He dribbled phantom basketballs,
shot spitwads at his schoolmates’ necks.
He played with pasty Elmer’s glue
(and sometimes got the glue on you!).
He earned the nickname “teacher’s PEST.”
His mother had to come to school
because he broke the golden rule.
He dreaded each and every test.
But something happened in the fall?
he grew up big and straight and tall,
and now his desk is far too small;
so you can have it.
One thing, though?
one swirling autumn, one bright snow,
one gooey tube of Elmer’s glue ...
and you’ll outgrow this old desk, too.
Originally published by TALESetc
Keywords/Tags: Child, Children, Childhood, School, Desk, Student, Scholar, Teacher, Teacher's Pet, Pest, Golden Rule, Spitwads, Glue, Basketball, Nonsense, Light Verse, Humor
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On the floor.
Frightened at what his eyes had found
Young Ben Wilson looked around
Shuttered windows, broken glass
drug dealers, the smell of grass
Each day he prayed that he'd escape
a culture of gang wars and rape
In school he earned the highest grades
Junior year, shot up to six feet, eight
A basketball scholarship was his for sure
and he'd be rich when he matured
All of Chicago was rooting for Ben
his senior year about to start, and then
Gangland style -- shot in the head
Ben Wilson's name midst the ghetto's dead
Thirty-five years passed, not much has changed
The shootings continue, just the names rearranged
Basketball creator: James Naismith
Designed the game first used a round football
Late 1891 also used two peach crates
Teaching at the YMCA Training School in Springfield, Massachusetts
Kansas Jayhawks' athletic director and coach
Originator of America's beloved national pastime
Basketball creator: James Naismith
3/26/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©
Standing tough, no matter the outcome. Sister Jean's 98, good to be backed and a school like Loyola Chicago, well they got some talented players, and now they are going into the final four.
Fight the good fight, stand up for the little guy, all this and more.
This kind of salutary, we come we go, they came they've gone; like an awakening in sleepy town, like a moonshot, we made it to the moon, someone took a picture of Earth, just what it
looks like from space.
I rubbed up against the butt of dog high upon the heavens and flipped the Earth's polarity
so there was this rise and shine with nothing else to say, it's always the same, it's all gone mad
until you believe, what is it you believe
Thermodynamics: I wear this tight fitting spandex under my clothes, to help me run, like thermal underwear I would wear as a kid on the coldest of days.
Did you ever notice that when you wear thermal underwear underneath, that if you stand near anything, it reflects your own bodies warmth.
Peace!
To be enough
Is not enough,
That’s what my brother said.
It was the day I’d shot a basket
The ball bounced back
And hit me on the head.
To be enough
Is not enough
Is what my sister told me.
The day that I sang a song at school
About every possibility.
To be enough
Is not enough.
Yes, I know this now.
I decided to be more than enough
So now I take a bow.