Best College Football Poems
In the year 2003,
both Southern University
and Louisiana State University
won national football championships
A monster celebration followed
in downtown Baton Rouge
It was broadcast live on local TV
There were speeches by the coaches,
alumni and players from both teams
and the presidents of both schools
But oh, the ceremony finale
Yes the finale was sight to behold
Both bands, in full costume dress
stood side-by-side together
and played a slow, majestic version
of our National Anthem...
Oh-say-does-that-star-spangled
banner-yet WAAAAVE!!...
A two second pause
(which seemed like an eternity)
O'er-the-land-of-the-FREEEE!!
(Cameras scanning the audience
People shedding tears
Overcome with emotion and pride)
And-the-home-of-the----BRAAAAVE!!
The cheers and applause
shook the whole town...
***Southern University won the Black College Football National Championship that year. Their band is well-known and considered to be one of the best in the country, having played at The White House and several Super Bowls...
NOTE: A young college football player who plays for a team that I follow was seriously hurt this
past weekend. I wrote this poem in honor of that young man and in hopes of a speedy
recovery.
The scarlet warrior with foe in sight,
Stops the advance with all his might.
First, a roar of great celebration;
Then a silencing of the elation.
Prideful eyes from thousands of fans,
Watch attentively with folded hands.
On the ground lies one of their own;
A knight fighting gallantly for his home.
From the banks of the ole Raritan,
Prayers and thoughts for Eric LeGrand.
Representing his school and his state;
Of his courage and valor there’s no debate.
Playing a game he dearly loves;
Blessed with ability given from above.
Now relies on his inner strength,
And all our support to every length.
I only know Eric as a Rutgers’ fan,
But some day would like to shake his hand,
And on that day when he retakes the field,
On my knees, to God, I’ll give thanks and kneel.
Dedicated to every young man bestowed the honor of wearing
the glorious Oklahoma Sooners' Crimson & Cream
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Over sixty years, boy and man, I have been a Sooners fan;
And always hoped to be among the truest in the stands.
And while I don’t remember all the Players’ names,
They’re my Heroes, each and every one, because they play the game.
When they’re on the field of battle, my Sooners surely give their all;
And when they’re on the sidelines, just waiting for a Coach’s call;
Visions of Glory must be dancing in their heads;
The Glory of the moment and our cheers, the Glory of playing for
the mighty Big Red.
And for those Sooners who rarely played, whose names were
known only by a few,
Make no mistake my friend, each of them is my Hero too.
Like Soldiers waiting in the ranks, but never called to fight,
They ‘re ready and they’re willing, their spirit and their sacrifice
add to Big Red’s might.
I stand in awe of Sooner Magic. No, I never doubt it.
My Sooners could have never won so many Championships without it.
But don’t misunderstand when I say Sooner Magic won those games;
It was Sooners players who, once again, rose to the occasion and
glorified the name.
Sixty years of college football and my Sooners have won the most.
Their fierce pride and performance inspire this simple toast:
“My Sooners Team goes on and on, different faces, different names;
But my Heroes, Each and Every one, for win or lose…
They play the game.
All has come to an end, except for who to proclaim
The winner of The National College Football Championship Game
Excitement is brewing for the play-off game
Some will be at the game watching getting rained on, cold, and excited
The armchair quarterbacks stay at home and watch on their big screen TV being- telecasted
Scheduling and planning their parties to cheer on their favorite team and fellowships
Shopping for chips and dips
Hot wings and BBQ smokies
Soda pop, tea, beer, and whiskeys
They dress themselves and their children in lucky sports team attire
Kick off time has come, everyone is bouncing off the walls inspired
Armchair quarterback is playing in his own little field
He kicks and runs
Catches, tackles, and stuns
“That’s not the way they teach you to tackle!”
With all his excitement he almost slides off the armchair
“Oh, come on! Hey ref that’s not fair!”
“That’s pass interference he was all over him while the ball was in the air!”
He hollers and cheers
“Touchdown!” That’s the way!
Rants and raves
“Quit doing that, you idiot, you're going to get a fifteen yard penalty!”
His blood pressure is going up we all agree
“What the Hell was that you nitwit!”
“He dropped it.! You could have had it!”
Disappointment sets in, his team has lost
He blames the refs for all the bad calls, and its cost
Cleaning the carpet because of all the excitement, it’s going to cost
The season is over and I don't have to hear his rants until next year and
Our children will be the next generation of armchair quarterbacks
1/13/2015 by: Eve Roper
Accounts on watching and listening to my husband and brother
“GO BLUE!” I hear the crowd scream,
the fans all get excited and blow off steam-
University of Michigan rocks college football,
as the Wolverines prevail and Ohio State falls.
Maize and Blue with Michael Jordan jumpman,
jerseys to die for, everyone dressed in the stands-
A touchdown is scored and the crowd exclaims,
“HAIL TO THE VICTORS! Tom Brady in Hall of Fame.
I grew up in a family where you must marry a fan,
so, I married my Nicholas, he loved me for who I am-
We have season tickets in a Big House suite-
to the Michigan Wolverines, you can’t even compete!
Sports Shorts
May 19, 2017
Playing soccer as kids for their very first time,
he only five and she just turned six.
She simply looks his way,
and the ball is passed without any tricks.
The other lads look on in disbelief,
as the passes are abundant.
Not a word between them, just quick looks and fleeting smiles,
Nothing is redundant.
They attend different schools,
their acquaintance is brief.
His hazel green eyes remain in her memory,
without any relief.
Years later an opposing cheerleader looks familiar,
at a college football game.
When tackled on the visitor’s side,
his eyes look up, rekindling a flame.
He passes out, then graduates,
Taking a job in the city.
They almost meet again, on a blind date,
but the fates disallow, such the pity.
In a grand hotel, she stands beautifully in a wedding dress,
as a groom looks on lovingly, eyes burning.
She daydreams of another pair of eyes,
contemplating an old yearning.
She runs, preempting the ceremony,
leaving audience in shock and dismay.
No meeting of soulful hearts this time,
this day.
Years later still, a pleasant voice calls for help
while fishing a stream in the wild.
He responds with net at the ready,
only to find a familiar, great smile.
As he nets the fish, their eyes lock,
and she says thanks for the assist.
His heart thumps loudly within his chest,
It’s nothing really, it’s a trophy not to be missed.
She hesitates, have we met ?
I have the strongest feeling of déjà vu.
Regaining composure he says, maybe, but ..
I think I’d remember you.
Minutes later they sit chatting away,
like kids who’ve just met.
Their souls seem older though,
and linked in a way neither will soon forget.
There is a Pug dog named Jackson
and college football is his game,
with no time to spare
he's up in his chair,
to watch his favorite team Notre Dame
I think that he understood it, but refused to accept it.
He was past getting old, but he was still full of life and love.
He said to me one Sunday morning, "They took my truck".
His children took his truck to stop him from driving.
To Ken, driving was control; driving was freedom.
To him, he was losing the control of his freedom.
We all were born to be free, and I also understood,
but I am certain I would be as unaccepting as was he.
He turned 92 last December and passed last February.
He loved his family, people, and coffee, hot and black.
He loved his college football team and his pickup truck.
His kids took his truck, but never his football or his coffee.
From a nursing home, he watched his team win the national
championship, again.
I had never witnessed the beauty of family senior caring
until his family. They provided safe transportation and good
housekeeping. They would pick the two of them up nearly
every Saturday for site seeing rides along the Northern California country sides.
Ken and his also aged wife Lahoma lived in their own home almost
until the end. They loved deeply and were loved deeply by others.
070621PSCtest, The Last Dance, Craig Cornish. 11P
GO BLUE!!
University of Michigan Football- Into The Blue Contest
Labor Day comes it's college football season
my family has been waiting all year
some think it's crazy that the reason
is University of Michigan football is here!
Maize and blue, the colors of the team
dazed and confused I become the black sheep
my hubby and daughter stand up and scream
while I secretly pray for their score in my sleep.
See, I'm a closet fan and always have been
I pretend not to care, but I really do
I need to know what mood hubby will be in
oh my, how we love the wolverines... GO BLUE!!!
Date Written: January 10, 2016
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
MIRACLE!
Now hear sports prime time
“Amazing! Spectacular!”
Just two of the words
“Hey! You gotta be kiddin’”
Does he know how to play ball!”
“One of the greatest”
Some say he IS the greatest!”
Just incredible!”
“Bob that’s some kinda atha-lete!”
“Three hundred pounds of muscle”
“It’s a miracle!”
“You mean HE’S a miracle”
“He’s at the fifty –
Forty thirty twenty-five
Reverses field at the five
STUPENDOUS RUN A TOUCHDOWN!”
WHAT AN ATHA-LETE!”
The magic words spilling forth
At top of his lungs
Had you pressed the mute button
Just another game
But the fans love noise
The roar will deaden the mind
Loudmouth has said squat
Has stated the obvious
Big mouth says “Watch but don’t think”
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I am an avid football fan - especially college football - the poem is not about disliking football, but about some - not all - of the brainless announcers.
My passion is sports, always has been, always will be...
Be it, pro football, college football, baseball, college basketball, pro basketball,
hockey or soccer, I love it all...
I live and die by my favorite teams, be it the Braves, Cowboys, Penn State or Flyers, I'm
a passionate and emotional fan...
I cheer loudly when they do good, and yell even louder when they screw up...
I love my teams, and, I'll never apologize for my passion for them....
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
Walking into the strong coffee fragrant Starbucks cafe
On this cool, brisk September day
My eye catches a tall and slender blonde barista
I slowly got out of my daze, but I was not in a siesta
She is a Female ADONIS, very tall and slender
Watching her make a cafe latte with a blender
I do not bother her at work, she always looks too busy
When I see her sometimes, I go into a daze and feel dizzy
I fear talking to a pretty princess; for a man it is not so easy
I may say something dumb that sounds oh so cheesy
Like the nerd I am too shy and nervous; so uneasy
At least I am not a typical college football hunk that is all sleazy
She works diligently on the latte, extra creme
Looking at her working, I feel like I am in a dream
Ask her out with confidence one day, I ponder and daydream
I fear she is too good for me because of my low self-esteem
I shall write to her how I feel in a Secret Admirer Letter
She is so pretty and gentle; I try not to upset her
A Starbucks blind date with her may be better
If our blind date and future all fails, for all eternity I will never forget her
Sweet potatoes for Thanksgiving,
And laughter for Christmas....
I always overate and was still hungry,
-for my family.
Others have a hard time comprehending,
The intense love that we share.
It's few and far between,
So consecrated and rare.
I guess it's like the cool crisp breeze,
That fills your lungs in the fall,
And it's the warmth of hot coco,
While watching college football.
It's the affectionate smell of daisies,
Walking slowly into May,
The constant drip of sweat,
Creating summer castaways.
It's constant, safe and sure,
It's unconditional, free and holy,
Gratefulness fills up our hourglass,
As our hearts connect so slowly.
Blood and laughter,
Keys to places we all can go to,
Understanding and unconditional patience,
Of what we are each going through.
How am I so blessed,
How can this not be a dream,
Fantasy world, so sincere...
We make the perfect team.
We've all been born into each other,
So intense and unreal,
For we all have grown together,
God must have known how we would feel,
When He chose my father and mother,
So fresh and free, so undiscovered.
Sacred holy love,
Full of grateful appreciation,
We will live for years to come,
Passing the love onto each generation.
Sweet potatoes for Thanksgiving,
And a grateful life worth living.
10-7-2015
The summer sun lingers, but you can feel fall in the air;
Optimism abounds in fans everywhere;
Seniors are hopeful, coming into their final year;
Freshmen are wide-eyed, full of excitement and fear.
Sounds of pads hitting and the whistles’ loud shrill
Announce the coming of a new season with thrills.
White lines get painted, five yards apart;
Marching bands practice their marching band arts.
Every team starts being tied in first place;
Prognosticators predict a close conference race.
Some hopes will be dashed after week number one,
While others will start on a season of fun.
Each and every season has a magic of its own -
College Football is the best game, I’ve ever known.
NOTE: I wrote this poem for Brian Strands contest in which he wanted a poem of 14 lines. Once I realized Brian is English, I thought it best I try a different poem for his contest - but, I still like this one.