Sports Couplet Poems | Examples
These Sports Couplet poems are examples of Couplet poems about Sports. These are the best examples of Couplet Sports poems written by international poets.
Some see beauty in machines on wheels
souped-up sports cars, the ‘real deal’
Others find it deep in forest’s quietude
pouring forth their gratitude
Some envision a world of nations at peace
wars to cease, love increase
Some find it in flawless skin and flowing hair
saints tap into souls, profundity to share
Happy Days are here, my commie friend
Iran holds America hostage again
In ’79 the embassy, now the Hormuz
each time Uncle Sam sports an ugly bruise
Ah, but happy days are here, my commie friend
DSA's* ascendant; freedom’s gonna end
Only question's ~ When?
*DSA - Democrat Socialists of America
Anna Kalinskaya
Is the most beautiful tennis playa
A shock so great
is a punch in the face
If it breaks your cheek
You’re suddenly meek
Many wished it for Muhammed Ali
~ It wasn’t to be
Individual stats matter not in team games
~ Championships are the hallmark of fame
At some time somewhere where we've been
Our presence is left there, unknown, known
In so so many ways we've left our stay
Unknown, beknown, we've left our say
Being that writer, your thoughts, said
Be it poetry, scribed, blessed and read
Even when we were young, so cumbersome
Skin scraping walls part of growing up fun
Playing sports of sorts, losing and winning
As our characters grow, learning beginnings
From classroom capers to graduating University
Throwing our growing into accepting diversity
At some time, somewhere where we've been
Our presence is left there, seeing sincerity seen.
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SPORTS VERSUS LIFE
In sports, we are so together;
Collectively overcoming resistance:-
Ironically, we’re more together in sports,
Than we are in the challenging life we live ?
With a lost in sports, you get to play again;
But when you loose life, its all over for you:-
You can cancel a game and play it later;
But you can’t cancel life and live later:-
Let us in life, live more collectively than we do in playing sports.
Life is not a game; rather, it is the blessed reality of being in God’s grace:-
Remember when boxing was called the ‘sweet science?’
I’m actually trying to forget
First championship fight I watched
Emile Griffith killed Benny ‘the Kid’ Paret
What’s the point of knocking another man down
~ or should I say woman, because now they're also clowns
I pay no attention to sports
I turn off the weather report
Pretty girls don’t attract me
No more do mosquitoes attack me
I read the obits and emit a long sigh
Thinking, there but for the grace of God goeth I…
A backed-up sewer full of manure
Made me gag; I was so immature
Today it bothers me not in the least
~ Life on this earth is just leased
Watching the Winter Olympics from afar
I wish I were an ice-skating star
To soar and twirl, leap up to the sky ~
in empty indoor rinks in July
Scholars met over the world around,
and, based on distance from the ground,
made an important decision,
using scientific precision.
I guess by now, you must have heard,
Mondo is classified as a bird.
A bald eagle sports white hair and a craggy face
He’s admired and feared for his power and grace
Though when I see him next to a brown-hair
~ ‘baldy’ has even more fluff up there
Olympic moments now here, then gone
under a spotlight intense as the sun
Years of sweat, dedication and training
geared toward a finish culminating
In a medal or two, or three if you’re great
~ all dependent on timing, focus and fate
A long time ago, grandpa told me
amateur athletes crossed oceans and paid the fees
Every four years a noble spirit arose
emblazoned on a torch, fiery and free
A spirit clear, shining bright and true
the Olympic spirit, one that cut through
The claptrap of power, regulation and rules
crossing the finish line in brotherhood
Searing, the sun
no shade on this run
perilous, the wind
eyes let sand in
draining, the humidity
tempting torpidity…
steep hill appears ~
tears, no more gears