Best Hockey Poems
Imagine life without a war,
And just a hockey game to score,
When countries start to point the blame,
They take it out in a hockey game.
If someone threatens our coastline,
We face-off on the centre-line,
A slap-shot and a body-check,
By the hockey team from old Quebec.
We'd never need a military,
A hockey team is much more scary,
Instead of running all amuck,
The one who wins, controls the puck.
The winner of this hockey war,
Would best be known as "Hockey Corps",
We'd celebrate a "Hockey Hour",
With Canada, the World Power.
Fear of God
The Crackling ice
Put the fear of God in you
When you see a
A crack under your feet
Run the length of the ice.
In the 1960's the winds of change were blowing
As a generation came into its own
A feeling of revolution was growing
The seeds had already been sown
It was a time of hope and tears
Of the good the bad and the ugly
Of spaghetti westerns so aptly named
Make love not war protests proclaimed
But the war raged on just the same
The Barbie doll was introduced
And Beatlemania was set loose
Platform shoes were riding high
Mini skirts showed off thighs
Neil Armstrong walked on the moon
"This Magic Moment" was a hit tune
Everyone was doing the twist
To rhythms they couldn't resist
John Kennedy was the new president,
And planned to change the status quo
But on a fateful day in 1963
An assassin's bullet found its mark
And left a nation in the dark
Dr King and Robert Kennedy met the same fate
They were both killed in 1968
By the end of the decade we were left with a sad song
"Has anybody here seen our good friends Martin, Robert, and John
They stood for freedom and justice
But we just looked around ....and they were gone"
They're pagans on ice with wood sticks
And maximum pain each inflicts
But Saint Patrick knows
God prefers trios
Like three-leaf shamrocks and hat tricks
Everybody loves it when the team scores a goal.
This is what all hockey fans extol.
The lights start flashing and the siren sounds.
Cheering is heard from the seats that abounds.
Many fans go to hockey games each night.
However, I go to see the players fight.
After some hooking, slashing, or a mean cross-check,
the victim wants to break the other player’s neck.
They drop their gloves and throw a left hook.
Before you know it, there is a big donnybrook.
Each of the three twenty-minute periods is nice.
It is all like World War Three on ice.
I'm in the locker room,
our team is ready to zoom
Equipment is on,
for there is a game to be won
The music is playing,
nervous, my body is shaking
The game, just moments away,
it's the highlight of my day
Butterflies in my belly,
I hope our team is ready
Coaches go over our strategies,
of course, we don't want any penalties
Last second thoughts race through my head,
I'll make it a game that I won't dread
Coach says it's time to play,
I want a win for my red and gray
Now is my time, I got to go,
see you after the game, when I'm covered in snow
It starts with an unforgettable roaring sound,
Like nothing I'd heard before.
There's people and protection all around,
while my feet slide on the cold hard floor.
Armed with only one simple twig,
And two knives strapped to my feet.
I move forward like a ravenous rig,
Never slowing or missing a beat.
The wind plays music through my ears,
My heartbeat begins to race.
Losing mind of all my fears,
As my enemy becomes face to face.
There's only once chance for this to work,
So I focus in and take a shot.
As I can hear the enemy allies lurk,
I know I've given it all I got.
Suddenly the sound of a siren,
As I hear and become cocky.
There's no sound of hit iron,
Which is the best when scoring in hockey.
blood on the ice
going for the Cup
who’s going to get it?
Hockey song
Verse 1
Awake, get on t’ ice, go and enjoy
Stick with your team. We are in, the game is on
Play, have some fun. Put the puck in their net.
Focus, be sharp, fans are watching; don’t forget!!
Chorus:
We are friends, we are friends, we are team, we are team
Game is on, we’re together, we will win, we will win
We enjoy when we’re playing
We are yelling when puck’s lost
We are crying, singing Anthem
We are happy when we won. (We get crazy when we won)
Verse 2
Game versus fight. Shots by hockey sticks.
Playing every night, we are having fate
Free flowing-glide. Referee keeps puck on twixt
Pros are on the ice almost flying between gates (while skate)
Chorus:
Girls admire the winners; you shell do all your best
Do you hear them screaming, they expect you to be first
They enjoy watching you scoring
They’re yelling when puck’s lost
They’re excited. when you’re fighting
They’re happy when you won.
Copyright © Tatiana McCollum, 2013
E-mail: tanyacnd@hotmail.com
Caleb Smith's “Echoes of the Heart” has inspired me to recall those halcyon days long ago on the frozen ponds of my youth.
It was hockey from early morn to the darkening shades of late afternoon with only a short break for a quickly devoured Campbell's Vegetable Soup for lunch. My closest friend was Ken. You very rarely saw one of us without the other, we were inseparable. Our hockey sticks were battered and thin and only bore a slight resemblance to hockey sticks we got each year for Christmas. The pond was a wide frozen body of water beside a well traveled highway to the distant land called the United States. But in our minds it was The Montreal Forum filled with screaming fans cheering on our every move. We would take turns being the great Maurice “The Rocket” Richard while the other would be all-star goalie Jacques Plante! It could have been minus 20 degrees Fahrenheit but we never felt the cold and icy winds... we were superstars.
On a few occasions I have revisited that hallowed ground where we spent hour upon hour, oblivious to time, our faces frozen as well as our ears and our toes! The cheering of the imaginary crowds was all the inspiration we needed to fire a blistering shot through the imaginary pads each other was wearing. At the end of the day, we literally had to crawl home on our hands and knees, our ankles no longer being able to support our tired legs.
Those sweet memories have stayed with me for a lifetime. I'm sure with my last breath of life, the vision of Ken and me will flash before my eyes. Ah yes, hockey, it was what young Canadian boys lived for back then!
© Jack Ellison 2013
What do I know about hockey
I'm watching the guys flying on ice
With sticks in hands and a tiny black thingy
which I called it "chip" they're skating and fighting over it
Oh but this sport looks painful
They're hitting and slamming into each other
And the crowd gets so wild about it
Back and fort they skate and hit
And I am flinching and worrying they might be hurt
It seems like the crowd get so riled up
Especially when two guys had a free fight
Now they go take timeout in the glass box
Just then one red jersey guy shoot the black thingy into the net
And the lively crowd went up singing
Scooore scooore
At long last I can cheer clapping hands
Not knowing I wasn't supposed to cheer for that scoring team
Booo... Lets go Rangers they chanted
Oh this sport looks real exciting but I am very sure the players will be black and blue the next day
Lol... What do I know about hockey... Smile :)
Akkina R Downing
4-30-17
What a disappointment, and not very nice,
when a hockey game is cancelled for bad ice.
For some reason, the refrigeration unit goes on the blink.
Because of it, there is rough and inconsistent ice on the rink.
There will be no slap shots, checking, and scoring of a goal.
It’s just like getting a Christmas stocking full of coal.
There will be no lights and sirens, and not even one fight.
The teams will have to give it a go on another night.
Tampa Bay Lightning v. Montréal Canadiens
This is the real duel of the fates
The battle between two worthy opponents
The clash against two powerhouses
The Lightning are hungry for one reason
To have revenge the sweep from last year's postseason
The Canadiens are hungry for one reason
To avenge the sweep from this year's regular season
From their leaders to their final defenders
With their playing styles to their shining moments
One side stands Stamkos, Johnson, and Bishop
While on the other side stands Subban, Pacioretty, and Price
From firing the tesla coils of bolts
To burning the fire from its torch
From the bay of the blue and white
To the sea of blue, white, and red
From Thunderbug against Youppi!
"Let's Go Bolts!" against "Go Habs Go!"
The intensity will reach into new heights
It will leave a fan at the very edge of their seats
Hearts will collide between this rivalry
Their pride and honor will be at high stakes
This is the true glory of hockey...
The glory between the storm and the fire
When snow starts falling in Canada
We know winter games shall begin.
Do we just sit around fireplaces?
No, that would be a sin.
Snowball fights daily in our schoolyards,
Till the bell calls them in.
Rosie red cheeks on children,
Mittens with scarf’s and hats,
Snowmen in every front yard,
Put away are the bats.
Indoors a haven for cats.
Ski’s out and waxed,
Skates sharp as knives,
Skating rinks are full
Of children, husband, wives.
Tobogganing so exiting,
Curling extremely fun,
Hockey, number one.
Cold feet,
Hot chocolate.
Winter.
10.14.2014
Andrea Dietrich’s Contest
I do not Know
7th
From Boston all the way to Vancouver,
the hockey season may already be over.
Right now, there is quite a bit of doubt.
The team owners have locked the players out.
For hockey fans, this isn’t very nice.
They won’t see their favorite players on ice.
It will take a lot of negotiating and luck
to get the referees to drop the puck.
The two bargaining sides are still miles apart.
Because of that, the season won’t start.
The team management and players should get it together.
On the horizon, I see lots of stormy weather.