Spring Basketball Poems | Examples

These Spring Basketball poems are examples of Basketball poems about Spring. These are the best examples of Basketball Spring poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberMarch On

The ides of March are upon us,
With spring to follow closely in step.
    As we begin to welcome St. Patty,
    And all those Easter eggs lie ready to prep.

    Seen and heard is the madness of basketball,
    Collegiate craziness to never end.
        As the hoops are tallied to an adding machine,
        While would be champions begin to spend.

        A renewed beginning is nature's way,
        That brings some warmth to open eyes.
            As daylight savings slowly unveils,
            and longer days lead to nights demise.

            Fresh upon this cycle of growth,
            The lengthy passage yields few rules.
                Only to follow a path moving forward,
                Eventually to end...with April fools.


Premium MemberTourney Weather

red buds are blooming
song birds are swooning 
tonight, on the weather
they say it will snow

cardinal's crooning
mushrooms are mooning
temperatures dropping
the wind's going to blow

spring in the south is
the craziest season
winter's reluctant
not ready to go

eighties and twenties
within the same weekend
surprising nobody
people here know

the bread and the milk
are a different matter
those disappear like
a bolt from a bow

in just a few days
not a bit of this matters
March madness is coming
the tourney's the show

when your alma mater
is still on the ladder
if twister is twisting
or rising floods flow

your roof could blow off or
hell could freeze over
you're breathless, oblivious
abask in the glow
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Premium MemberMy Heart Went Cold

Fifty-seven years I'd trusted my pins*                          *legs
to bend to flex, to twist, to spring
  my body to soar
  to the basket on wings

Then one day as I gathered myself
to take my first shot
  I felt my knees go 'creak'
  my heart went cold, I felt old and weak

Sure enough, I had barely lifted up off the ground
as for my shot, it arced mostly down
  I told my friends I felt a bit out of sorts
  And wept for the end of my romance with sports

Premium MemberFour Seasons

Winter, spring, summer, fall
These aren’t the seasons at all

The first is Christmas giving
Makes me happy to be living

March Madness is a blast
Three short weeks, so it doesn’t last

Vacation may be the best
Anytime you go on a quest

College football is the best of all
Unless you are a goofball

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