Football Couplet Poems | Examples
These Football Couplet poems are examples of Couplet poems about Football. These are the best examples of Couplet Football poems written by international poets.
On Saturday the college game is played
And on my couch is where I shall be laid
Proudly I used to sell season's tickets for the Chicago Bears
~ These days salesmen sneak down the back stairs
They cheer the name before the game,
the brother’s brother takes the field.
The rest play well, their skill the same,
but fate’s already been sealed.
The gifts are passed in quiet ways,
a handshake, promise, knowing smile.
The worthy wait through endless days,
their merit lost in someone’s file.
The ball still rolls, the crowd still roars,
yet justice sits outside the gate.
True talent knocks on unseen doors,
while favour walks in dressed as fate.
And still we watch, with bitter view -
football returns to days we knew.
Last year we played with steady ground,
one rule for all, the truth was found.
No favoured few, no shadow deal,
just work and heart - the common seal,
and every voice could claim their name.
Our coach back then, from distant shore,
taught more than drills - he taught us more:
that trust is built on equal weight,
and discipline decides our fate,
and love of game is why we came.
But now the lines are drawn by hand
that shifts with who they understand.
The gifted pushed to other side,
while empty chairs in A-team hide
the friends they brought to guard their claim.
The rules are bent, the field feels small,
the game we knew is lost to all.
Yet still we run, though not the same,
and dream one day to lift the flame
of football played for more than fame.
looking back to when I was a lad
They said times were hard, They said things were bad.
Picking up tatties, the pulling of peas
Coming back home with scratched grimy knees.
Screwing the Beetroot, yes that is right
Removing the tops from morning till night.
You couldn't cut the tops off, that made them bleed
Keeping your eye out for the sharp stinging weed.
Finger nails were always full of mud
Scrubbing hands would do no good.
Summer break were still lots of fun
When working the fields were almost done.
We didn't have computers, four channels of TV
Top of the pops were the highlights for me.
Kicking the football out on the street
A clip around the ear from the bobby on the beat.
Looking back it wasn't that bad
Lots of fond memories when I was a lad.
Holidays were over it was back to the grind
Wondering what lessons the teachers had in mind.
I didn't mind maths and history was great
The adventures we made up me and my best mate.
Now that I'm older looking back realise
My whole life's been an adventure through this pair of eyes.
~ 3-Syllable Footle ~
Eagles dared
Chiefs just stared
Mahomes stopped
By Hurts topped
Kelce contained
Few yards gained
Coach Reid kneed
~ Three-peat greed
Putting words on paper does not make a poet,
Writing a recipe does not make a cake.
Knowing how to comment on football does not make a coach.
Reading just one book does not make an intellectual...
Saying yes and love, oui and amour does not make a polyglot,
Knowing how to paint a picture badly does not make a painter,
Putting a band-aid on someone does not make a healer,
Heating water and cooking pasta does not make a chef,
Being half-informed does not make someone an expert,
Knowing several things and subjects does not make a wise man,
Being white does not give any privileges,
Loving women does not make a 'womanizer',
Stealing a kiss does not make a thief,
Filling out your income tax form incorrectly does not make you a crook,
Killing sleep does not make someone a scoundrel,
Taking a nap does not make you lazy either,
Knowing how to speak well does not make you a loudmouth,
Knowing how to live with art, it's not a farce...!
On his way to another Super Bowl
Patrick Mahomes is on another roll
He does just barely enough to win
And then displays that silly smug grin
Some Super-Bowl bound teams thrash their opponents
Philly crushed Washington 55-23, creamed ‘em like donuts
Mahomes and Kansas City let Buffalo think they’d finally got ‘em
Then drove a spike in their heart ~ Bills ended up on their bottoms
In the liveliest REM stage of his night
Bert beholds an unusual sight.
A troupe of pink elephants sound a trumpet blast
Then stomp united towards the grass.
On the other side, a team of tall strong guys
March to the pitch with focussed eyes.
"I'll be the goalie!' Dan told Bert.
'I'm least likely to get hurt."
Bert referees. His reminder the same,
"The joy's in the play, not winning the game."
At half time, a call is heard from Phil.
"How have the elephants scored two nil?
It's not right. It makes no sense...
Football's not for elephants!"
The guys huddle up and devise a plan
To catch as many mice as they can.
When the teams take position on the green
A commotion begins. A chaotic scene!
The elephants pale to white as a goose
When all the mice have been let loose.
The guys score goals before the mice disappear
The elephants play on, when free from fear.
Bert awakens amazed and confused.
He starts to laugh, feeling quite amused.
He answers the question written on Suzanne's face.
He fills her in on the match that took place.
Football's my neighborhood's religion
its altar, the couch near the kitchen
Worshiping the big-screen television
every home in the subdivision
In the sixties I went to university
where I experienced much diversity
For example, among fraternities
mine went from ‘Kegs-a-Tappin’
to ‘Pills-a-Poppin’
~ LSD, we were a-droppin’
Athletics were a big deal too
freshman year we were football champs
senior year, listened to Led Zeppelin’s mega-amps
Then there was good old politickin’
After Kent State life was great
Semester cancelled, May 14 the date…
To let us work for our 'favorite candidate'
Mine wore 6-inch heels, raised my pulse rate…
Oh, I learned a whole lot in school
~ mostly, how to break the rules
Our games define us, who we are
by which ones are most popular
First comes football, all blood and gore*
#1 with those who long for war
Then there's basketball, the 'city game'
for ghetto-dwellers, a path to fame
Last and least, poor tennis
long the 'gentleman's game'
Of late reduced to barbarism
grunts and shouts ~ through a racial prism
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*American football, a violent sport
A fiery glow envelops those assembled
A revival meeting, uncannily resembled
The vast amphitheater packed to the gills
Worshipers revel in vulgar thrills
Once the festivities are underway
The skies blacken to an evil gray
Viewed: Prurient pleas for salvation
Heard: Satanic shouts, incantations
As knights of darkness and light take the field
To beer, blood and lust all inhibitions yield
America, in the throes of gluttonous shame
~ forgets that 'Super Sunday' is just a football game
Aaron Rogers has lost his touch
which doesn't bother me too much
His team's record now is 3-4
with many more losses likely in store
League MVP two years running
this season for Rogers they've come gunning
No longer the toast of 'Packer-town'
Most plays find him flat on the ground
But he's 23-5 lifetime against my Chicago Bears
and it's even worse than that appears
'Cos in most Bear-Packer games his team trails late
when thanks to destiny or fate
Rogers mounts a furious comeback
as victory from my Bears he ransacks
So, please excuse me, I'll shed no tears
while I toast the end of Aaron Rogers' career
Do you want to try something new?
Let’s talk over a cup of cold brew;
Brimming with determination
I won’t stop I’m incredibly driven;
Getting it done alone for so long
there’s no way I couldn’t be strong;
I’d rather experience life than stay home,
but if I must I love to talk on the phone;
If you want someone who’s got it all?
Get a woman who knows about football;
The sea or a concert let’s go for a drive,
it’s ok if we don’t make it home tonight;
You’ll become poetry if we get closer,
I’m always up for a wild adventure;
If you’re drawn to overflowing energy,
you’d likely enjoy a date with me.