Free Verse Football Poems | Examples
These Free Verse Football poems are examples of poetry about Free Verse Football. These are the best examples of Football Free Verse poems written by international poets.
In football, one hour;
But occasionally, overtime.
In basketball, 48 minutes;
But occasionally, overtime.
In baseball, nine innings;
But occasionally, extra innings.
On Calvary's cross;
3rd hour; crucified.
6th hour; area-wide darkness.
9th hour; last cry and death.
No overtime; No extra innings;
On Calvary's cross;
It was finished.
Nothing went undone;
Nothing was left to be done.
Completeness embraces me.
Indomitable
Indefatigable
Impenetrable
Immovable
Immense
Incomparable
Interior Lineman
~ Quoted, “Hi, Mom’
Crowded stadium
tailgate parties on
smoking barbecue
beer and booze flowing
chatter, loud music.
Warmth of friendship
high with the drinks
bare chest in snow
one big proud fan.
crowd cheering
Band playing
players wrestling.
the beer
popcorn
Food
Read a book once
Folded the corners
To mark my progress.
It was sort of a
Wagon train read
Long, torturous,
A seemingly endless quest
For an unknown destination
Pictured only in the minds
Of others
Who
Sadly
Were only aggrandizing
What they were told.
The book I read
Had been chosen for me
By a deranged
English teacher/football coach
Before the era of the
Concussion Protocol.
The Book Report I wrote
Received an “A”
I believe because
I trashed the book
Question why it was assigned
As it was a tedious read
Containing statistical
As well as anecdotal
Documentation
Of its unreadability
Or more likely because
He was hung over
After the football team
Beat our traditional rival.
Tight end
Forwards and guards
But the quarterback is the king
Winning kingdom, Kansas city
King, Patrick Mahomes
When the leaves fall,
In the autumn, as the,
Sunsets as the night becomes cooler.
Seasons resemble the,
Changing of the guard.
From baseball to the,
Newly knighted kings of Football.
As the seasons change,
From summer to winter,
So do our hopes, dreams, and desires.
Many still count down to the,
Return of the days of summer.
Remembering the memories,
Of old and new friends.
The beaches and BBQs.
When the snow falls,
We count down to the,
Return of the days of summer.
The teams from all over the world,
Met down and under the world,
They came from Asia, Africa, Europe,
Latin America, North America, and all over the world.
The Women were young girls, stout and healthy,
In every game, they showed their vigor and muscle,
The expressions of scored goal were portrait kept in heart,
A missed goal was a heartbreak, they still tried their best.
Every game was delightful to watch,
The faces showed the expression of kicks,
Size and stature did not make any difference,
Tackle, passing, headers, and shots, what made all the difference,
Being a sport fan, I salute all the teams,
No matter who won, you all were my winners.
Knockout stage
Women’s World Cup
Sweden
versus U. S.
In regulation
nil-nil score,
ditto
extra time—
P Ks
To decide—
U. S. A.
three missed kicks seal fate
Kudos to Musovic
and
The Blue and Yellow!
You know what soccer football needs?
Bigger Goals!
An extra meter on each side of the posts.
Bigger Goals means More Goals!
With goals shot from wider out,
the game then would be far less defensive
with less endless back passing,
and shuffling the deck at the back.
Going All in for Goals,
would produce fairer results,
with less flukes and freaky results
holding the sway.
Imagine scores of 5-7, 10-8, 3-7!
What fans want to see is more goals!
What players want is more attacking football
and fairer results,
with more goals from their great shots, some from wider out.
Its so easily done, just shift the goals posts
out wider by a meter on each side.
What the World Cup Needs Now is
Goals, Goals, Goals!
Hey, hey, Diddle, Diddle
Big run up the middle.
They won in over time by two.
With the Super Bowl win
Dinner is a Prime Rib.
Lose, cold humble pie and stewe.
Entered in the Brian Strand poetry contest.
#1178. 1/30/23
A short stout figure in the forward line of attack,
controlled with skill the darting ball on the green turf.
With the magnetic pair of magical legs like a wizard,
spearheaded the attacking formation across the field.
The opponent defenders had to invent new strategies
to foil his rhythmic moves with the ball toward goalpost,
he could make lyrical way outwitting all their attempts
to see the ball like lightning hit the net behind the bars.
The shining star of his country’s illustrious football team,
he led from the front to win many major tournaments.
A legend in his life time, he was the pride of Argentina,
the creator of poetry in motion, he was Maradona.
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January 3, 2023
Contest : Poetry In Motion
Spinsored by : Matt Caliri
CAUTION, If You Do Not Like HUNTING,
DO NOT READ THIS POEM.
Thank You.
Dad Grand Pa and Family,
The Old Farm was the Place.
We hung him in the barn,
Dad's four by four eight.
That's best meat loaf,
I'll ever taste.
Smashed taters green beans,
cleaned off my whole plate.
I was age eleven,
it seems like yesterday.
November Nineteenth of,
Sixty - Six was the date.
Duffy and Bubba,
were two of their names.
The great Spartan Defense,
A Spartan team of Fame.
We all cheered them on,
YAY, Michigan State!
The game was a tie,
ten to ten, at the end,
Though not in South Bend,
at Spartan Stadium.
I, was only eleven,
Goin on twenty-Eight.
November The Nineteenth,
Of Sixty-Six was the Date
Never missed an NBA championship
until this year
Never missed a World Series
until this year
Never missed a Super Bowl
until this year
Never knew what I was missing
until this year
a baseball hides in shadows on the landing
glove and bat nowhere to be seen
a football perches oddly on the top step
helmet and shoes sprawled across the handrail
cries of 'nice cut,' 'home run' and 'tough out'
have yielded to 'hit 'em harder' and 'touchdown!'
soon to migrate indoors to hockey arenas
basketball courts, though the passion's the same...
long-ago recollections of hotly contested games
fade inevitably within musty corridors of time
and the stiffening of sinews in the legs and back
which render all the more poignant such nostalgia attacks...
In the youthful years enamored to the essence
for the unsupressible passion for playing football,
I spent the quality time in the playground
every awaited evening till the sundown.
Having set my aspiring goal to become
a professional football player of national repute,
I practiced hard year after year,
but my destiny rolled a different dice.
In one game carelessly I broke my leg,
an injury from which I could never recover
to return to the playground as an avid player,
that’s how my sporting dream broke forever.
On the tract of time I played instead
the relentless games of life as ordained.
Some I won, but many I lost
in the playground of shifting goalpost.
June 21, 2021
Contest : Playground
Sponsor : Shreya LN