Best Olympics Poems
Who wants to act their age?
Not me, count me out!
Who wants to be King of the Hill?
Remember that game?
It makes me quite ill.
Why can't we just be ourselves?
Instead of proving we are the best
of the bunch.
The Olympics of Poetry?
POTD, first, second, third or honorable
mention.
Do these bind us together or a cause for
separation and dissension?
I'd much rather see plain enjoyment of each
other's poetry.
Where you are you and I am me.
A poem, further should stand on it's own.
No videos, no images, just let the
poet's words roam.
Think of Poe, Shakespeare, Cummings or
Longfellow.
If their words cannot reach us on their own,
Must we find an image or video to drive the
point home?
Such is the age we live in,when
words no longer matter?
But we must, oh,we drool for an image.
To fill the void, when it's the poets
job to be the artistic master!
January 22, 2020
11am PST
Two men have my attention
Hazel hearts rise like orange sunshine
Even my favorite songs mention
Situation where true love resides
Images of me with the first king
The one who’s been waiting 4 years
Unfortunately another kente king
Appreciates me but is not near
Turquoise time will denim design
Intimate test of hearts and minds
Olympics of lavender lovers
Needing one more than the other
He did not win the race but won hearts with every stride.
Sports One- Liner contest
12/9/15
I wish I could be as gorgeous as you are now. Strong and strong-willed. Muscled and lean. Compact, hard, soft, curved. Covered in sand. You are all long legs, tendons straining to push muscles further. You are all long hair tied back, braided. Concentration written on your face. 4 girls. 1 net. 1 ball. 21 points. And you are a glowing beast.
Dedicated to Misty May-Treanor and Kerry Walsh.
Everyone around the world is gathered
at the arena as a sports person,
and an audience;
boxing, swimming, fencing, athletics,
weightlifting, soccer.....all the games
are present for enjoyment,
and for the audience to behold.
Flags of different colors and designs
dance in the wind, as the Olympic
torch burns day and night,
to keep the Spirit of Olympics
alive.
Every participant is ready to shine
for his country;
to shine for his name;
to shine for glory!
yard full of beer cans
cotton balls and human string
food,fun, drunks galore
The nineteen-ninety-four Olympic games
were held in Norway that specific year;
the thing that I remember, shame of shames...
two women athletes made the news...oh, dear.
Named Tonya Harding, Nancy Kerrigan,
great figure skaters, talented, well-known,
made history when jealousy began,
and Tonya did not want to share the 'throne'.
Ex-husband and accomplice, with baton,
attacked, caused injury to Nancy's knee;
and this was all the news could center on...
'good versus evil' made sport's history.
She healed in time to then participate
in finals, earned the Silver; Tonya lost.
Assailants went to jail; headlines abate.
Black mark on that Olympics was the cost.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Olympics Mania
Sponsor: Janis Thompson
Judged: 09/04/2016
Read more: http://www.infoplease.com/spot/winter-olympics-harding.html
Fastest,Highest and Strongest a moment’s story,
Citius ,Altius ,Forius – a better story of Olympic glory.
Bolt ,Ukhov and Hafez the greatest of achievers
Are only miniature images in the Olympic rings.
March of Athens to London-2012 is over
Yet for another city the torch to twitter;
Track and pace exploring new horizons
Faster,Higher and Stronger as solutions.
The colours of all nations closely intertwine ,
Nations fall ,nations rise,the glories only shine;
Olympics preaches the dignity of participation
Run jump and lift to make life a competition .
Nobody is the strongest only stronger prevails ,
Nobody is the fastest , time better unveils .21.08.2012
Dancing, whizzing, whirling,
Skaters swooping by;
Starlets busy twiriling,
Pointing to the sky.
Judges tracing outlines,
Fancy figure eights;
Hopefuls' unread headlines,
Sealed in starry fates.
Breathless finish flowing
From dazzling routine;
Nervous, never knowing,
Verdict yet unseen.
Women's Figure Skating--
TV's stellar ore:
Winter's Watchers Waiting
Heroine's Encores.
February 11, 2018
88 Syllables
A thorn in the flesh of the green, green grass
Between the line painted straight,
And sometimes bended.
The reek of the starters gun so black
The bulge of the rippling calves, sometimes slack,
As spikes rip through the blades
Of turf so lovingly tended.
The gymnasts and swimmers all move ‘round
The trick is not to slip on the ground
Some swim like fish
Some fly and swish
And to the podium they are bound!
The marathoners burn up the track
The weightlifters have strong arms and back
They lift up high
Tho God knows why
And their goal is not to hear a crack!
The Olympic games are really fun
For the nations and for everyone
The athletes will cry
And so will I…
My poor eyes will be glad when they’re done!
SENIORS OLYMPICS
Images of fearsomely fit youth everywhere,
healthy people, all bronzed, featured
by the second, on screens and public spaces :
fit and flash, but always young, Olympians.
I protest, for we seniors are just as sporty;
we recycle daily, suffer running noses;
fallen archery’s no problem at all - well, it is -
as we routinely wrestle with living.
Best not to even mention water sports.
Weightlifting self out of armchair is hourly,
when diving for the loo, as is rowing back
from much too easily expressed criticism.
We ping pong daily with potions and pills.
Sailing close to the wind, shooting mouth off,
leads to embarrassed synchronized grinning.
Annoy us and you will get a right kayaking.
Much of our lives consists of sundry hurdles;
shops are like a cross-country marathon,
or a steeplechase broken into relays,
bench to leaned-on wall, to bench again.
And, we’ve all done pent- and heptathlon,
with the dec- coming in to (or out of) focus,
we need not discus these ageist Olympics,
I have hammered my point enough ....
Alan McAlpine Douglas
Keep our planet green,
There is an ancient forest,
Let’s cut down the trees!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 September 2015
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As expected, Mars failed to arrive on time for the games
Space travel is difficult, compromised for non existent beings
Speculations run high that the media would not favor the USA
News reporters speak on Martian matters and on their behalf
Always have their way in such arenas with no figures
It was zero zero at half time
No one expected more
The end triggered overtime
Zero zero continued into eternity
As expected, the fans love good competition
Everyone knows in their heart
Earth is better than Mars
We have people for starters
We wonder what will happen in time
The Winter Olympics are right around the corner
Who knows how far Mars will go to score
Will they do any better on the toboggan or the luge
The news reporters favor the USA as usual
Or is it Mars
We see a bunch of zeroes in their future
No matter who they are
Running into a fixed object
Must send senses into conflict,
Yet girls hit that horse at full spree.
Watching female gymnasts thrills me.
Parallel bars seek perfect catch,
Sailing, holding forms few can match,
Then sticking the mat easily.
Watching female gymnasts thrills me.
Girls transfix on a four inch beam
Where flips, splits, and cartwheels are seen.
Bodies rip and zip moves freely.
Watching female gymnasts thrills me.
Floor routines spark my excitement.
They toss, fly, leap in amazement.
I become spellbound with pure glee.
Watching female gymnasts thrills me.
Spry bodies do things mine will not
With talent hot and grace on spot.
Gymnasts defy known gravity.
Such sights give goose bump thrills to me!