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.


Premium MemberIN 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 goals


Premium MemberHoya Paranoia

   Trump Derangement Syndrome
     and Hoya Paranoia*

   Both reside in Washington D.C.
     both designed to annoy ya



   _______________________________
   *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.'

Premium MemberIowa Girls Basketball Is Serious

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.

Premium MemberDid You Enjoy It

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!'

Premium MemberA Basketball Tale

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


Premium MemberMister Clutch Clutched

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

Premium MemberOur School Cheer

IBM
UBM
ICBM
On the floor.

Premium MemberPray To Escape

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

Premium MemberBasketball Creator James Naismith

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. ©

Premium MemberDad's Last Ball Game

Being the shortest in my high school gym class
Attempts to play basketball brought no success
Broke my finger while trying to catch a pass
Leaping to take balls from tall girls? What a mess!

Always loved football, baseball and soccer too
But in basketball I succumbed to defeat
Just couldn’t get into it, that is true
Till Dad took me to see the Miami Heat

Startled he was, watching me jump up and down
Although my enthusiasm was contrived
The cheers of other fans my loud voice did drown
This was the last time I saw my Dad alive

I’m so thankful now that I went to that game
Dad was so grateful for these moments we shared
When I watch basketball now, it’s not the same
It was Dad and not the sport for which I cared



*Entry for Deb’s “Play Ball” contest

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