School Football Poems | Examples
These School Football poems are examples of Football poems about School. These are the best examples of Football School poems written by international poets.
Don't be a football,
Thrown and kicked down the field
Like rocks of nature;
Rather, be a bouncing ball
Sowing and reaping life's goals
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.
Edgar my dear
Why do you have that spear
Is that your plan?
When in a jam?
Scare the bloody Kansas City yellow and red
When they fight the fowl volture appearing dead
Spirit Haunting
Spirit Daunting
Blazing under the Baltimore sun
Until Poe's poetic message is done
No swift moves will be here
Only Chiefs carcasses holding their Daly beer
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
High school football game
cheerleaders tossed night sky chill
rhythmic beat of drums
alumni and students roar
October's homecoming queen
Herald the black and gold
Helmet's ebony eye
Heroes of Iowa
Heartland fall warriors
Hefty touchdown trophies
Hometown game day glory
Hawkeyes football is back!
9/02/23
Friday night football lights
His whole life high school sports
A rah-rah father behind him
Overflowing his shorts
Covid-19 postponed many dreams
And left an opening, it seems
For other interests to develop
No longer by sports was the lad enveloped
When football was cancelled
The young man found a new love
Electrical engineering his fascination
And so, he decided, his future occupatin
Now football is back, but not the young man
He's busy studying engineering while he can
As for his stubborn father, he's going to court
To sue the school district ~ a day late; a dollar short
I’ve always had a bit of a linebacker mindset in spite all the poetic pretense. In another life, I suppose I would have made a living ripping the heads off of sissy quarterbacks. I’ve always fancied myself charging at a problem like an angry rhinoceros.
Alas that great career never evolved. My knees and ankles had other plans. But I always think back to the best compliment I ever received. It was a friend who told me that he always visualizes me in one of those old fashion leather football helmets. I imagine I was probably being a hard head. I guess I always have been old school even though I wear a progressive’s garb.
Sometimes just smile
and take the damn compliment
it won’t come again
repost inspired by Phil contest
Just like football* i am very old
so if I may be so bold
this memory I'll unfold
each day,when school was out
off to a green,hereabout-
the teams often numbered seventeen!
with our jumpers as posts,
no boots ,referee or
coaches ,you'd see
back and forth we'd be
'til tired out,and ready for tea
*you call it soccer over the pond
Eagles play football here and nice people are always near.
Niceville, Florida
(the Eagles are the local high school team)
10/3/16
For Silent One's where do you live contest.
LOVE UNDER THE HIGH SCHOOL BLEACHERS
Some time ago, within a memory
deep in my dark, and most forbidden past,
when I recall your teaching only me,
there in the dark--with love that could not last!
Nor would we ever have such love today--
such great delight--but wicked from the start,
'tis in the past--and there must always stay,
but just a trace is here--to warm my heart;
so I can call--to mind--if late at night
when love seems not to be what love should be,
and I can feel in me, with great delight--
your love again--your lesson given me.
Here-in I be--still deep in love with you
the half-time of our love I'm going through.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
September is here
With skies bright and clear.
Summer birds will be southbound.
Cooler breezes near.
School football we cheer.
The young quarterback is downed.
Parents go berserk,
Call player a jerk
For manhandling their loved son.
The ref's not a shirk,
Is good at his work,
Says no infraction was done.
Just like football* i am very old
so if I may be so bold
this memory I'll unfold
each day,when school was out
off to a green,hereabout-
the teams often numbered seventeen!
with our jumpers as posts,
no boots ,referee or
coaches ,you'd see
back and forth we'd be
'til tired out,and ready for tea
*you call it soccer over the pond
A well known bible school teacher
Went to the game with the preacher
She shouted obscenities
And made no amenities
He had her banned from the bleachers !!