Best Volleyball Poems
You trod
over
frosted
farmland
upon
your brow
was ice
and I
felt your
mind and
knew your
heart and
that was
a sad
device
Smoked out
your life
widowed
your wife
you'll not
have that
daughter
fair nor
dark haired
son to
toss up
midair
I dropped
you there
from my
dark lair
my sight
was true
I shot
you through
bid you
adieu
for you
wore green
while I
wore blue
December 6, 2016
For the 'DUPLEX - Poetry Contest' - sponsored by Jan Allison
As I enter the volleyball game
I hear
The hustle and bustle of the crowd
Shuffling towards their seats.
Everyone settled. The audience marvel and chit-chat.
The judge raises his hand.
A hush fall over the crowd.
“Whree-” the game starts.
Pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter- Boof!
The ball sails over the net and is
Bopped gently back.
It’s tossed high and
Bam!
It’s a goal.
The spectators roar, and some sigh.
Pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter- oof!
The ball hits the net.
Some cheer, some huff.
This goes on until the last goal is scored-Thump!
The crowd squeals and laughter rings with claps.
The winning team’s shoes skeet as they run
And thump each other’s backs, bursting with laughs.
The losing team pads back with sniffs and sobs
But swears to take revenge.
There was a time when I stood tall
Especially in college, playing NCAA Volleyball.
Oh, the trips we went on to the various meets
Winning and losing in those much vaunted heats.
We weren't great then, now I can't jump at all.
Playing volleyball - give me more!
Don't let the sucker hit the floor!
Just don't dive and hit the floor
Or else have pain forevermore!
Fifteen points it takes to win
Then it starts all over again
Want to have fun and be fit?
Then playing volleyball is it!
A stranded lone man
talking to a volleyball...
personified friend
though only listens
it gives him inspiration...
wilson the friend
© kashinath karmakar (Dec 2011)
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Placement:9th;(Dec 2011)
Contest:Senryu me a movie Scene
Sponsor:Andrea Dietrich
The day started with the teams made
but as one girl heard the news,
she just wanted to fade
fade like an old bruise
She knew her team wouldn’t
Let her be who she wanted
As they thought she couldn’t
Have any skills that she never flaunted
The games had started
But the girl was stuck at the start
The others hadn’t parted
For her to play smart
They were strict
But then there was quite a change
Not as focused on being perfect
The girl was let play, it was strange
But then she realized
They did it so the teacher
Wouldn’t noticed her cries
And see her as a caged creature
She tried to change things
And they kind of did
But all was lost as she sings
About the unfairness she almost undid
-Megan
Bikini clad babes bouncing on a beach, a VERY popular spectator sport!
09~12~15
Contest – Sport One Liners
Sponsor – Silent One
Desert dune damage, feet wrapped in gauze,
To sue, the lawyer thought he had cause,
Yet the relevant section,
Escaped his detection,
--There was no sandy clause.
Football, volleyball, baseball, softball,
Racquetball, handball, basketball, hardball. . . .
There're lots of sports in the world you play with a ball,
And you can't play any of them if you're an oddball.
If you want to be good at any such sport,
You've certainly got to give it your all.
No such sport is as easy as playing with a snowball.
Choose one of those sports and pay all your attention to it.
If you don't devote your energy to it,
You'll surely fall into a downfall.
Before your practice, you shouldn't take a highball
Or any other kind of alcohol.
If you do, you may get into a pitfall.
During a game, there're numerous dangers to forestall.
If you don't take enough care, you may rush into a sidewall.
Or you may even get your head crushed against a stonewall.
Be on guard not to catch cold during a snowfall.
If you make any such blunder, you'll end up being a goofball.
After your practice, take a good rest, which is a real cure-all.
Whenever you feel dry in your nose, use a spray of aerosol.
If your girlfriend is with you, ask her to put on a camisole.
If she's a beautiful girl from Nepal,
Have her use a brilliant orange parasol,
Whose design reminds you of a refreshing waterfall.
If you feel uncomfortable kissing her,
Try some toothpaste with xylitol,
Perhaps with a little bit of menthol.
That may remind you of your ex-lover
Who spoke beautiful Provençal.
When you think you've eaten too much,
Start watching your level of cholesterol.
If you don't, you may be no better than a neanderthal.
If you do, your life will get back to a pastorale.
Well, I think that by now I've told you all.
(June 28, 2015)
ANTS HOG GLEN
Fiery red burns
Autumn orange
Army ants learn
How to hog Glen
High winged pigs
Fly blue in tune
Suctioning mouths
Pulling helium
Balloons
© Kim van Breda—18 November 2015
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.
A cacophony of cheers
Sand sprays like fireworks
From feet, hands, ball, hair.
Four women, two-a-side,
In a battle for the ages.
A motion of fluidity and a
Knowledge brought forth
From years in the fray.
Sun, rain, the elements,
Just more adversaries
In a long procession of
Combatants put asunder
By their clear dominance
Of a gritty game of volleys.
The Americans had few
Times met with struggle
Along their long journey
Toward the gilded yellow
Badge of Olympic honor,
But this night the glint in
The eye, the coordinate
Movements of limbs and
Lengths and deliberations,
The perfection of intents
And wiles and exertions,
Would not birth triumph,
But instead place a bitter
Pill flat on their tongues.
But such is the bare truth
Of warfare, and such is
The coming of wisdom ...
For without that sour taste
And constricting swallow,
We have no estimation
Of the finer, sweeter things
That the battlements of
Life hold within their walls.
Gold knows no favorite,
Nor does it gleam in the
Eyes of the fortunate only.
Momentum true is the key
And this night it flowed
For the sake of those
Whose feet knew this
Beach as their own ...
Who felt their home and
Peoples and affinities all
In the grainy coursing of
Cold granules underfoot,
And sometimes, when
The heart has the peace
Of its OWN around it, that's
All the difference needed.
But character outshines
The most precious ores,
And in that bold and true
Respect, our wonderfully
Beautiful and courageous
Girls of Stars and Stripes,
Shall ALWAYS stand at
The top of the podium,
And the anthem of our
Appreciation and pride
Will always play in their
Ears ...
We love you, Kerri
Walsh Jennings and April
Ross, and you are, without
Question or argument,
The very BEST.
Spring Volleyball - A Haiku
meandering thoughts
a high, volleyball volleying
out of untied shoe
~
n the gym forthwith
before hardwood floor bouncing
because of the net
4/22/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Art is a one liner
with a beginning
a middle
and no end ( )
Am football,
You kick me I move;
To the direction
you choose;
Harder you kick
farther I reach
Yet under your feet;
Made of hide
Of unfortunate sheep,
Children stitch,
Then I come in play ground,
In branded name;
A modern day slave,
Made of slaves,
Have no voice
To raise loudly;
You enjoy on my pain;
© sadashivan nair