Best Sport Poems
"There's a Sport for Everyone" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "The Farmer
in the Dell".
There's a sport for everyone,
There's a sport for everyone-
Baseball, soccer, basketball;
Sports are so much fun!
Bonus activity: Ask each child which sports they participate in or would like to try.
Explain that there is a sport for everyone, no matter your physical capabilities. Some
sports like English horseback riding may require more mental skills than physical. Tell
children, "If you try a variety of sports, you're sure to find one you love!"
Sookie said (as she stood at the tee),
"Though this golfing is boring to me,
Its odds can't be beat.
Of golfers I meet,
for each woman, the males number three!!"
For the Limerick Contest of Carolyn Devonshire
*Note: Female golfers number fewer than 23% in this sport.
With the many doctors and lawyers that seem to enjoy this
activity, I can't help but think it would be a great place for a
single lady to meet rich men!
SPORT
Sport is the Spirit to compete regardless of victory or defeat.
One liners contest 4 Third Place
Sponsor S.O.
In silence I seek nature’s voice,
Connecting me with other life.
To walk or hunt or fish – my choice;
I ease away from nagging strife.
If I would like a level field,
Without a road, or dam, or fence;
No bow or pole – no thing I wield,
Relying just on what I sense.
When I to nature most attune,
To birds and beasts and fish and more;
Is when I strive for peak commune,
Perceiving all that nature bore.
I grabbed my shin guard and boot
And head out with my team unto the pitch
The crowd goes wild, old and young, all hooting
The horns of the cars and the vuvuzela’s all tooting
Super Sports, Sky Sports, BBC and ESPN- all reporting
The game kicks off, Tony in post
Anchored by Fish, Tuga, Razak and Bruce
Pirlo on the left, Tsidi in the middle, Speelo on the right
Saviola, Siyabonga and Blagodzi will be at the fore-front of the fight
Souls wrestle for supremacy, the crowd still alive and sparkling all night
Go Mighty Panda! Go Mighty Panda!!
The away crowd in purple, black and Green cheers wildly
Referee whistles for a foul and issues Tuga his second yellow
Two yellow cards means an automatic sending off of Tuga, my fellow
Down by a man yet not giving up, Coach makes a substitution as Noni comes on for Speelo
We’re taking things cool and calm
The opposition getting frustrated after 80 minutes
My teammates attacking and defending with an irresistible power
As the pendulum of action swings from one tower to the other tower
I took the game into my own hands and blast a ‘gargo’ shot in the eleventh hour
The home crowd goes silent
The 40,000 hooting crowd goes quiet
That thunderbolt from Siyabonga won us the cup
When the game is over the wining team gets a thump up
The losing team goes home to prepare for next season and to get fired up
The Poet Preacher © 2013
Under the lights on Friday night.
High school football starting to ignite.
Merciless to everyone.
This is war, not for fun.
Winning state is a beautiful sight.
Spirit of Sport
It was that one day
Where the team can't play
Then you join
To score a point
You start to celebrate
But then you just get baked
But then the game changes
U join the game
And loose all the shame
U dont earn the fame
Although it can be tamed
Then move your foot
And be able to shoot
You tame the fame
And win the game
Don't think of it
Just do it.
Gymnastics
Gymnastics and poetry are holding hands, they're falling head over heels in love.
John Derek Hamilton
December 09, 2015
The crowd went silent as the 2 second touchdown changed history
12/8/15
Bikini clad babes bouncing on a beach, a VERY popular spectator sport!
09~12~15
Contest – Sport One Liners
Sponsor – Silent One
In our heads the season was far from over
so we played a game in late September.
He said, "before the sun sets
can we not take a rest?"
"But we already are, this is baseball remember?"
If you make fun of Him, then you make fun of me, that is a Blood Sport.
'If chronic pain were Olympic sport'
Morning shocks me with a jolt
Night time flies like Usain Bolt
If dream of sleep were 'lympic pride
My pain within I'd win not hide
If feeling tired, was winning gold
My chronic illness medal hold
We would be there chasing Mo
If energy won at being low
If 'pushing through' meant top of game
And trembling hands meant pride and fame
If migraine vice meant all things nice
And neck strain drain meant King of pain
If winning crunch was base of spine
Or BP drop that renders blind
We would excel Olympic pride
Where no one you love would dream you 'lied'
They'd even know it's genes so fate
They'd say 'I believe' not 'you exaggerate'
If feeling drained was strong like Phelps
Where tiredness reigns and brain fog helps
POTS fatigue, compression nylons
Clunky shoulders easy bronze
If Olympian meant broken bowel
We'd feel their pain, lay on beach towel
For every day we feel that burn
From joints all round and stomach churn
If chronic pain were Olympic pride
We'd win hands down, in bed would hide
While Super Bowl man fans are dipping
their chips in hot cheese and beer-sipping,
some wives go get thrills
where they’re dipping their bills
in the tight briefs of hot young men stripping.
'ALL YOURS (May 27)' Poetry Contest of Brian Strand
SPORT
Seven centuries ago we'd send our men out the back door
Pushing shoving kicking is the sign they need a war
Or at least a good old brawl down at the local bar
Racing with that joy they feel when all beat with bruisers
Trailing bloody clothes and tales of the guy who was the looser