Mother Football Poems | Examples

These Mother Football poems are examples of Football poems about Mother. These are the best examples of Football Mother poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberMother Nature's Football Game

I heard Mother Nature say,
"Let's play football today".
Plants versus animals - the teams were picked. 
Would the flora all be licked?
The thunder and lightning of the crowd
cheered them on, sounding loud. 
While the fauna moved the ball, 
barking out every call,
the flora didn't make a sound...
yet they held their ground. 
Unnoticed, there among us, 
stood the unseen fungus.


Premium MemberFootle Fishing

Beware the Sting
beehive 
behave

Confused Snitch
tattled
addled

Test Pilot
explains
X-planes

Under Her Breath
mother
mutter

Rents Trucks
Ryder
rider

Hungry Surveyor
steak sauce
saw stakes

Lower Branch
entry
in tree

Indecisive
know way
no way

Football
which ball
your call

Three Syllable Error
acquire
a choir

Correction With Echo
acquire
choir

Analysis Paralysis
ad hoc
tick-tock 

Match Point Yessssssssss!
tennis
ten s

Choose Wisely
insight
incite

Power of the Pen
Shakespeare
shakes spear

Save the Bees
believe
bees leave
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Premium MemberHooray

Hooray!

     Wet grassy feet fill my soccer cleats.
     Hot sweaty teens run fast track meets.

     She skis down sugary mountain tops.
     He begs his coach to play shortstop.

    Footballs, field goals, fumbles.
    Touchdowns, tackles, tumbles.

    My mother keeps warm with hot brown drinks,
    as I learn to skate on chilly rinks.

    A sadly splintered hockey stick, from a two-quick hat trick.
    A winning catch is cradled in a well-loved mitt.

   Tiger wins with a hole in one.
   Miniature golf is much more fun.

   Double dribble the whistle blows.
   Excitement on the court grows!

   Busy balls dunked in their hoops.
  "Hooray" the three cheers for the ALLEY -OOP!

Premium MemberFuture Superstar

The world welcomes a newborn baby boy. To the mother and father, he is a bundle of joy. Right now of course, he is so small. It won't be long before he is big and tall. As a defensive lineman, he will hone his attack. The boy will have no trouble sacking the quarterback. He will control the boards, slam dunk, and grab every rebound. I'm sure a sports superstar will be found. Inspired by another member's poem

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