Best Goalkeeper Poems


Soccer

The soccer ball thy shall kick to that place
where there is a net hung on the crossbar.
Thy shall play hard with my power and pace.
I take that free kick and score from afar.

Forwards and midfields need a lot of speed.
Without strength the body will take its toll.
There is one more thing these players will need.
The desire to shoot and score the goal!

The goalkeeper has to be very tall
to keep the ball out and to save the game.
He will need to get up fast if he falls.
The goalies job will always be the same.

As you can see soccer can be real tough.
To play you need to be quick or real buff.

Premium Member Coach, Coached

Working in physical education
Blond teacher had a realisation 
Spotting a young boy alone
Standing all on his own
Her curiosity, frustration 

Young man, why are you all on your own
To the others, why are you disowned
Well, I'm not the teams sweeper
I'm their bloody goalkeeper
Please Miss Coach, it's time you went home

The Goalkeeper

The goalkeeper is a lonely man
who keeps the goal as best he can.
He dedicates both life and soul
to stopping shots upon his goal.
There was one once who was the best-
his name is obvious it,s Gordon West.
There was another whom England owed their thanks,
his name of course-the great Gordon Banks.
© David Deas  Create an image from this poem.


The Beautiful Game

in the middle of the universe, I stand
fearless goalkeeper, and soccer is the 
heavens, the brew in which we play,

this open turf, these twenty two players
and the thirty thousand serenading us, like 
obedient Godless angels; make us complete,

unlike any other, we drive the battle
hard and fast, dogs of war; unleashed, 
savage and without quarter

then, when the whistle's shrill starts to
count, and men retreat to bathe their pride,
or bask in laurelled-glory, deep inside,

we, a marching, playing, victorious band,
with my comrades, hand in hand,
in the middle of the universe I stand

Premium Member Football Fever

Football fever
World Cup Brazil;
Too many overnights breached


Imagine a world
Glued to football mania;
Morning red eyes syndrome


Now you've seen it all
Germany's got the gold;
Back to normal routines


Even my wife's up
Watching the final match;
TV and sleepy eyes


If only something
More tangible...
Can heal the world


Competitive sports
Winning smiles collect;
Losing tears regret


Bedtime at dawn
Wake up mid-afternoon;
Schedule gains off-side


Peace for now
Until the next World Cup;
Life minus football fever!


Just for a sporting change
For a short while,
Unruly world celebrates


In-between hostilities
Dazzling football magic;
Memorable milestones


In my dreams
Football in the net;
Goalkeeper dazed


Leon Enriquez
14 July 2014
Singapore

Goalkeeper

Goalkeeper
When there is a football match on the TV I switch it
On the last ten minutes of the match my boredom threshold 
Is low and to sit there watching the game for ninety minutes, really!
I used to play football as a boy, goalkeeper of all things then
I grew up and chased girls instead which often was painful 
Like accidently falling in love, that happened frequently.
Falling in love is painful walking into walls and being nice 
To children related to the object of my adoration

Then the pain of being rejected long walks and dark thoughts
Under a night sky, bittersweet flagellation why did she leave me.
This too ended now I`m a goalkeeper again defend the goal and try 
To save the ball death is kicking my way


Like a Football In Woman's Game

Just like football 
I am going to be chased in life's game
by a bunch of ladies
as if playing a football match.

I am going to be chased in life's game
they will rush just to touch me
as if playing a football match
receiving me gently in the chest.

They will rush just to touch me
the goalkeeper among them
receiving me gently in the chest
will give me sure kisses.

The goalkeeper among them 
I am going to love her
will sure give me kisses
soft like a feather's touch.

I am going to love her
though I may get occasional kick
soft like a feather's touch
that is part of the game.

Though I may get occasional kick
I must forget the pain
that is part of the game
with so many cute ladies around.

I must forget the pain 
I will be so sought after
with so many cute ladies around
everyone wanting to hug me.

I will be so sought after
by a bunch of ladies
everybody wanting to hug me
just like a football.



© kashinath karmakar (27th June 2011)
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Placement:HM (August 2011)

Contest:Play Ball

Sponsor:Debbie Guzzi
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Neuer the Achilles

NEUER THE ACHILLES


Horse power?
Let the horses keep their power
Neuer power is now the toast of all


The day all cats chose their king
It was Tiger that first wore the crown
But Lion roared, bore his fangs
And bristled up his mane like Tsunami
In a jiffy he dethroned the Tiger
Then came the king of catch-
Whose ribs are breastplates
Whose hands are magnetic tongs-
Neuer the Achilles:it was him
That shamed the lion and won the crown.


Neuer the omniform
Massive rock at duty post ;
Egal where comes the bullet:
Left, right, corner or centre;
It comes from corner,
He coils on it like a python;
It comes from centre,
He broods ball like mother-hen;
When the gunners come closer
He unfolds himself like an Ostrich taking a flight
 And exclusively  ward them off
Like a mother-dog chasing intruders
Away from its puppies.


Daredevil the goalkeeper
Keel that keeps the ship afloat:
It dares the oceans and shuts them out
Says cargo hold is for smile and not for tear;
In the air he is a parachute
On the ground he is  yak or cyclone
Open or close the net snores
The posts say, ‘it is holiday today’
The ball says, ‘ I am on safe hands today’
Only the gunners keep gnashing their teeth
 The pains of stillbirths wet their eyes


Who shall take me to Deutschland ?
Who shall take me to Bayern- Muchen?

Let him that will take me to Neuer come now
I can’t wait to meet the Archilles.



Ade Kayode Adebayo
Jan. 2014

Goalkeeper

goalkeeper

The goalkeeper stands tall between goal posts that
some times seem far away, but he is the hero
the man they have to get past to score.
I was once a goalkeeper, they put me there mainly
because no one else wanted the job.
I will show them alone I decide whether to jump
left or right, today I will be successful, nimble and
elastic, stoic in the face of the horde.
The goalkeeper stands tall, yet feels small goalposts
are too far apart it is beginning to rain, and he wants 
to go home,

Goalkeeping Mentality

I played as a Goalkeeper
trained to make the save
push the ball away 
instinctively go again,
knocked down get up,
get hit get in the way,
down up down up
take a battering
not pass kick or head,
get hit take it 
all that matters
recycle retain
never show pain 
or stay led
no fear thought
hesitation no floor
animal
smacked pain,
engrained
smacked again,
if you can function
be punctual
ball face punch force,
don't roll or feel
don't lay or look 
off all fours
chest or balls 
foot use all
rise fall cycle
adrenaline no trembling 
give everything,
no end in sight
fight and you fight
clear mind mad kind
no excuses just reasons,
lessons to heed,
opponents to read,
hurt what's hurt
who's Burt
give everything to the shirt
visit dirt submerge
back up unhurt
the moment
occurring 
war keep serving
nerveless what's nervous
rush buzz
keep going because,
because why? cus you can.

I'm Nick Trim
Goalkeeper
never a victim
no need,
do the opposite instinctively
no sympathy
no wimp in me,
challenge,
won't win quickly,
can't get rid easily,

sorry that I battle back,
it aint over after one whack,
long of short
I never stop,
give up or think to quit,
a man,
not a bit itch
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.

I'M Free

I'm misunderstood 
In my own family 
I'm iron, they think I'm wood
If they knew - what I only could

Or what I carry 
Actually more 
then necessary 
I'm misunderstood

In my own family 
I'm diamond 
They think I'm coal
I'm the goalkeeper

who prevents all goals
Firm and tight 
I hold all balls - Humble and courageous 
is my fight

And besides 
I take life light 
I take life easy
I'm beautiful

I'm not sleazy 
Neither dizzy 
I'm misunderstood 
In my own family

But I don't care ????? 
As I'm happy ?? 
Life shines to me
All my future is ahead

All my love ?? 
I will spread
I have to drink
And I'm well fed

I'm healthy 
and also wealthy - in and out
I'm willing 
and besides

Love's always winning 
So I don't give up
Keep my head and attitude 
always up - I will climb

to the top 
And one day 
they will see me
And they will understand

That I don't need them 
so I can stand
That they need me
As I'm humble

I'm free

For Pinkpoetress

Lizsar is a very good girl,
She loves God,nature and 
especially the Oceans.
I do believe she is a very holy 
person,
Don't be surprise if she used 
to play
pranks on church sisters.
Her favourite colour is Pink,
She loves Jerry Lewis i think,
Her heroes are Herbie and 
Pink Panther,
And you can't find a more 
loyal daughter.

Steve Martin once acted with 
her in a small role,
She played as the Pink 
Poetress,
And him as her side kick toad!
With ballads, encore and a 
duet song.
Her youth was also illustrious,
She played quarterback for 
the Yankees!
And in soccer she was a 
goalkeeper,
And women basketball she 
was a point guard!
Ronald Macdonald,Colonel 
Kentucky,
and Long John Silver are her 
friends,
John Travolta would take her 
for dance,
David Copperfield would 
always make a sudden 
appearance,
And Hulk Hogan bring her to 
sit at his ringside!

When Legion of Doom see her 
at their match,
They will always shout "WHAT 
A RUSH!"
Even Andre Agassi would 
pump his hand in the air to 
salute!
And the Queen of England 
would pay a visit for tea!
Lisa Stanfield would pass her 
a VIP concert ticket,
Michael Buble would sing for 
her the blues,
Lassie would bring for Xmas a 
new wishbone,
Because with her friends 
she's never home alone!

And not forgetting Ancient 
Bullman that's me.
We are here to share our
prayers,love and words for a 
very special Lady,
Pinkpoetress. . .that's YOU!

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Kicked Around

Kicked Around 

The football game was over the players had gone
to the changing rooms, the winning side talked eagerly
repeating themselves endlessly while the losing side 
was subdued silently blaming the goalkeeper. 
The football itself the one they all chased was left on 
the field and it was raining, it had been kicked so much
it was rather breathless and now it was getting cold,
it bitterly thought I`m round without me they couldn`t 
play proper soccer but would have to use a rugby ball.
The lonely ball hoped a boy would come pick it up and
take it home to his room; his mother would shout telling 
him to clean it he promised to do so but didn`t.
The boy must be a studious type enjoys doing homework
and the ball is tired of the sporting life.

My Claim To Fame

I went to school with a famous girl
Many years ago
She wasn't nothing special then
Bit snooty as it goes
She played well for the hockey team
Goalkeeper at her station
But clever as she was at that
It wasn't her vocation
She was middling at maths
Her spelling was bad
Geography rotten
Her art work quite sad
She hated cooking
Couldn't sew
She was very good looking
But didn't she know!
Just another 
Classmate at school
Nothing much special
About her at all
Until one Christmas
New teacher appears
Says were doing a play
He wants volunteers
And up shot her hand
No hesitation
And wasn't she grand
A standing ovation
Next term came
Another play
Another triumph
Stupendous they say
And on this went
Term after term
For training shes sent
And never returned
Next time I see her
She's on the TV
The girl who sat by me
In Maths and RE
Now many years later
And by any measure
The girl in my class
Is a national treasure
Shes Oscars and BAFTAS
Shes even a dame
Im glad that I knew her
Shes my claim to fame
© Steve Sant  Create an image from this poem.

When Dreams Met the Eiffel Tower

A dream for many a watch for some  
The Olympic journey, Here it comes!!  
It was in Paris, few days ago  
It rushed a shiver from the head to the toe.  

Flags carried through the Seine river  
The horse was galloping in the water, even the ring of the high jumper  
In the city of love, the flag was hoisted upside down  
And all witnessed by the mighty Eiffel Tower.  

Starting with the game of Pole Vault  
A game not known to many by default  
Mondo Duplantis broke the world record  
Not only was it the world’s but it was also his own record.  

Next is the pride of India, in shooting  
Manu Bhaker with double bronze, proving  
that doctor and engineer are not the only professions for a women.  
Creating history for India on many levels.  

Gymnastics is a sport that cannot be forgotten  
It was a display of skill and expression.  
Simon Biles and Jordan Chiles bow down to the gold medalist,  
Showing sportsmanship with a twist.  

It was time for the Pakistani athlete to prove his nation’s worth  
Arshad Nadeem with a throw of life or death  
Creating the new Olympics record in the world of Javelin  
Leaving the previous champion with a silver.  

For India the well-deserved gold was in question, Sports isn’t all colors  
The event of wrestling brought lot of tears  
Vinesh Phogat was into the finals  
But 100 grams put her back in spirals.  

The sport of badminton was not far off  
Lakshya Sen with a heartbreaking rip off  
Defeating many unexpected, to play the bronze medal match  
But placing 4th after almost creating history.  

The journey of many ends here  
Like Mutaz Barshim who had the gold near  
But, is satisfied being the bronze winner  
For he is the most decorated high jumper.  

The gold dreams of the Indian hockey team thrives  
But the journey of Sreejesh, the goalkeeper revives.  
The team walks away with bronze  
Not only making India proud but also the “state” of Kerala.  

A dream for many a watch for some  
The Olympic journey, Here it goes!!  
It shall last in memories for all, but  
it has now left a magnificent show.  

Aliya Nujum Navaz

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