Best Cheerleader Poems
All your fears
Trembling thoughts
Add to uneasiness
You can't see beyond this moment
You can't grasp the intent
The impact it might have
You have not walked this road before
The cobble stones might hinder you
You were chosen for today
Way before you could fathom your will
It's in the baby steps
In the calmness of your core
Draw your strength from your soul
The silent yet loudest cheerleader
Of them all
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Connie was a cheerleader
bright white toothed smile
bouncing boobs
short skirt legs running long
through school boy fantasies
friday nights her stage
crisp November air her makeup
Robert was a loner
a stoner
bad clear down to the core
shriveled up inside
Salvation Army furniture
Batman comics
bologna sandwich supper
Connie was manicured lawns
gardens of flowers
white picket fences and stone pathways
Norman Rockwell dinners
lavender bath soap
silk pajamas
pink bed spread
Robert was a rundown trailer
on a filthy back lot
goddamn you f*****g punk
get the hell out morning breakfast
garage sale coffee table
stacked with beer cans and ash trays
overflowing with death
Connie had a secret
hidden touches
fatherly lust
make up hiding
violent bruises
don't tell your mother
if you want her safe
I can hurt her too
Robert had a secret
18 hour days
two jobs at garages
straight A's
never give up
never give in
blue eyes and crooked smile
whispering to the world to kiss his ass
Connie was the sharp
razor's edge that gleamed
like the holy grail
in her bathroom drawer
Robert was the strong will
the hard desire
the drive to move on
to something more
Connie was a cheerleader
Robert was not a quarterback
but they were each other's
Salvation
IBM
UBM
ICBM
On the floor.
Any and all Men,
if you are within sight of this poem
or the sound of my voice.
When you get home tonight, please be polite.
It is not my intention to start a fight.
But ask your lover based on your sexual
performance to date.
what grade from an A to F do you rate?
Making the grade
For some men, getting laid is already hard.
But what if ladies, men had to show a report card.
Let’s say the Law requires any man you meet,
for the first time.
Married or single, deaf dumb and blind.
Must show you his report card.
How many would have an A.
How many would you send away.
Most men if you ask them think they’re at least a B.
So, to me it is plain to see,
from cheerleader to truck driver most if not all women,
are always an A+
Not just their cup sizes or plus sizes.
Not talking about Big Beautiful women,
the one's with more cushion for the pushing. (I like them too.)
Not talking about the tall and sexy
Amazon's with more butt than Breast.
(The one's you like to watch undress)
I'm talking about women who make love.
Women who can perform above and beyond the norm.
Women you want to be stuck with in a snow storm.
Like they graduated from the Sex education academy.
But no! This is... about men, men with a in God we trust A+
A man's ability to keep a woman happy
will reflect on his report card.
It can't be that hard, but in case it is.
It would be against the law for men to trade,
fake or falsify their report cards.
This is breaking the golden rule.
If caught he will be sent back to
Sex Education school.
Sometimes God will send people in your way
to either perk you up
wake you up from your stupor
or just pull you in the mood
My supervisor was just walking by
and all he said was "jingle bell, jingle bell"
and I felt myself lift up and finally in the Christmas mood
Did someone ever perk you up
do something for you that you feel like
you have been touched by God himself?
That is what it feels like
All he did was singing
- the innocent act of kindness
Bet he doesn't even know
Yet God used it to reach deep down in someone's inside
and made a permanent mark
Yes God will do that
So just live
Carry on
And be innocent as you can be
And be unreserved as you can let
Don't hold back
Let it all out
Be a cheerleader of the world
Be the ambassador
Be the magic keeper
Life is all - for you and for me
Let your spirit shine
Will you?
Pompoms
October game
America’s football
An extension of cheerleaders
Happily, gleefully thrown into air
Captivating the crowd’s magic
These fluttering streamers
Landing in piles
Pompoms
sweet cheerleader
with the open mind,
i was wondering if
you would like to go
to the park with me
after practice
i admit that i was
flirting with you
earlier and that i
was checking out
your legs, your thighs,
and your perky behind
during lunch
yes, i am a typical male,
but that does not mean
that i am disrespectful,
chauvinistic, or demeaning
i just would like to get to know
the person behind the persona
i would really like to get to know
....YOU....
that is....if it is alright with you....
you do not have to give me an answer
right now....in fact, you do not even have
to answer at all
just you giving me the time just to say these
mere words to you....is the cherry on top of
the vanilla fudge sundae of my day....thank
you....and have a blessed weekend
A cheering squad in Utah,
At a high school, did include
A member with Down Syndrome
With a bubbly attitude.
She worked extra hard at practice
And was liked by all who cheered,
But when she received her yearbook,
Her good humor disappeared.
For the cheerleaders were pictured,
Photogenic, they were, too,
Though one member was excluded
And I’ll give you one guess who.
Seems the cameraman requested
Double seatings for the pose -
One with everyone, another…
Well, you know the way it goes.
So the one that made the yearbook
Was the photo incomplete
And it made my blood just boil
To imagine that defeat.
Though apologies were given
And accepted by the teen,
We should all join in to shout
That stunt was M-E-A-N mean!
A crowd-pleasing, cheerleading, stunt building,
Short-skirt wearin', toe touching, hand-clapping, big smilin'
Kick @$$ Cheer Leader!
A happiness breeder
Tried out but it was dangerous my physique was too beguiling
Hey St. Nick! You’re my pick for cheerleader of the year.
Your neat little trick, where down the chimney you slip.
Way cooler than doing the straddle splits.
Flying in a sleigh, with Rudolph leading the way.
Beats any mount or pyramid display.
Stuffing stockings with toys, for good girls and boys.
A much better deal than any cartwheel.
A back spring is a really neat thing.
But a little round belly shaking like a bowl full of jelly,
Now that’s a move above and who doesn’t love,
A right jolly old elf.
Yelling, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!”
I am a cheerleader for life
For living breathing enthusiastic loving
For saying hello to strangers
For meeting new ideas with a zing and a sizzle
For jumping around whirling
Oh, the 1990's,
songs by Seattle grunge,
and boy band's romanticism.
Daughter was a cheerleader beauty,
blonde effervescence.
Petite strength,
with her smile of enthusiasm,
tossed up in adolescent flight..
Friday night varsity football games,
roaring bonfire for the Homecoming
in October's night of a crisp chill.
High school boyfriend faded into
nostalgia's mist of memories.
Twenty-four years have passed,
a Mom in her forties,
my grandchildren her joy.
Two decades of life's rewards,
some sorrow.
Alma mater moments-
those times are reborn,
verve. ~
To figure you out holistically,
I need to wade the waters cautiously
A snap of a band on my wrist
Every time I think of this
I had my fifteen minutes of fame
When you needed a ride home
And every traffic light enticed me to drive slow
And that's another snap of the band on my wrist
Every time I think of this
Related with no obvious connection
I had my fifteen minutes of fame
When I finally caught you on the phone
In the midst of a winning coin flip
Between you hanging on the line or hanging up out of shame
Were you biting your tongue too?
My confessions were dancing on my gums like cocaine
My mouth is my downfall
I look around and see a world with nothing worth liking,
I turn my head and see no breath worth taking
I shrug, I don't see a sober moment worth enduring
I get around, and meet no presence worth appeasing
I could never analyze her thought process
So naive to think I knew so much more about her
Secret whispers so salacious
with a skill for turning the wrong shoulders
There's nothing left of this land to govern
Watch me drift away,
Then watch me cling onto this partition
Effortlessly but hollowly,
This isn't a solo vacation on a drifting island,
This is a subconscious manifestation of my perdition
A sinking rabbit hole in winter;
If only the grooves in my brain could self contain in the form of zippers
I look around, I see no remaining reasons worth conjuring
I lift my head and see no foreign territory worth discovering
I melt the frost from my shoulder,
To reach back out after evading you comfortably
But the emotional wreckage aside,
What kills me to say,
is sometimes I feel it's where I'm meant to be
But this isn't me
I see the planets as my glowing gallons of self control,
But only hollowly
43 snaps of the band on my wrist
When I think of this
But process for a second why it could be,
That I'm not the one haunted by the spirit of my contrition
This feels like solitary solidarity!
This is an external manifestation of my idea of perdition
Be your favorite cheerleader daily
And who are you cheering?
Why you, you, you
And why do you do it?
Who would benefit better?
Say really good things about your hair and your sweater
Here is a mirror exercise to get you started
Remember, only positivity, so you can be kind-hearted
Hello gorgeous, you say to your reflection
She will smile and giggle, an amazing confection
You are brilliant! You say, with a hip hip hooray
Toss some streamers in the air, dance in some way
Celebrate you
You are your own best ME ever!
To do this daily is wise, smart and clever
Cute and funny
Always poking
In a fun way.