Super Bowl Football Poems | Examples
These Super Bowl Football poems are examples of poetry about Super Bowl Football. These are the best examples of Football Super Bowl poems written by international poets.
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The kickoff hangs like a question mark~
sudden death rules apply.
Fourth down, and the play clock’s ticking
while the blitz crashes in, unblinking.
A Hail Mary arcs through the frozen dark,
a spiraling gamble against the sky.
The end zone waits, arms wide or stark~
did it catch? The crowd holds its reply…
Joseph William Namath
was known to be bold and brash
predicted a major Super Bowl upset win
then modeled Beautymist pantyhose with a grin
On Super Bowl Night, there was no joy in Kansas City.
Nearly all Chiefs fans were overwhelmed with despondency.
The tight end for the team was Travis Kelce.
His face prominently displayed utter melancholy.
As the Eagles powered their way and ran up the score,
Travis looked like a little boy lost in a department store.
His teammates all appeared to be feeling the same way,
as the Eagles held up the Lombardi trophy for display.
The game played in New Orleans was over and done.
Their plane flight home could not have been a cheerful one.
The Chiefs went to New Orleans to do a war dance.
However, they got burned by the seat of their pants.
It seems Custer at Little Big Horn had a better chance.
The team was hoping to win their third Super Bowl in a row.
Unfortunately, the fruitless effort was a no-go.
Come Monday morning, plenty of Kansas City fans felt pity.
What they saw on their screens the night before was not pretty.
The game led them to say what we too often hear:
"We will get our act together and come back next year".
Patrick Mahomes and his boys all choked
When they went up against the Eagles, they got smoked.
The winning team in the Super Bowl earns a coveted trophy.
It's named in honor of the late Vince Lombardi.
The Kansas City team was gunning for number three.
However, that scenario was just not to be.
It was all due to Jalen Hurts and his company.
Super Bowl fifty-nine is now a part of history.
The Eagles from Philadelphia won the victory.
A phenomenal day not writing poetry..
Watching excellence and physical symmetry!
Creativity in the ads were total artistry…
Halftime show done, with needed decency!
2/9/2025
YAHOO
Running back
Do running back do?
Ha! I Caught ball
Come O’ Kansas, come can’t wait
To catch me yet
Ball caught, clutch against my chest
I run the ball a brisk running back receive,
Handoffs from run the ball.
Catch passes Kansas (catch me) if you can
I runnin to ya… running back
2/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Dedicated verse to Calvin D. Jones
former Nebraska Football player
Super Bowl Champion for Green Bay Packers
Omaha Beef Football player
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
Press clippings full of hope
'Can't-miss prospect'
Say pundits with inside dope
Year One, Expectations Low
Year Two, Frustrations Grow
Year Three, 'Can't-miss' has got to go
Jay Cutler, Mitch Trubitsky, Justin Fields
Last three QBs of 44-in-a-row
Since Chicago Bears last won a Super Bowl
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The 'QB' (Quarterback) is the heart and soul
of any football team's offense. The Bears'
last Super-Bowl QB was Jim McMahon in
1985-6 ~ forty-four QBs ago.
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
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
Quarterback Tom Brady proved he was not too old to play.
He won the Super Bowl for his new team in Tampa Bay.
By a 31-9 score, Brady led the Buccaneers to victory.
The losing team was the Chiefs from Kansas City.
After the results in Super Bowl number fifty-five,
at the age of forty-three, Brady can still thrive.
Today black wears the fin
For a man who knew how to win
After Broadway Joe proved the AFL was tough
By showing he looked good in panty hose and the buff
Miami put on the heat
Being very hard to beat
Greasing up the mercury on the beach
Super Bowl rings were in reach
Conference was the American League’s new stage name
Bringing entertaining fluff to the athletic game
A colorful peacock style
Captured and confirmed images for the football footage file
Don Shula crossed the grid iron waters
Into South Florida
The original Don
Waved his magical wand
And the tourist paradise caught on
With its oceanic feel
AFC respect was sealed
Mr. Shula we will miss you
And won’t forget your input in the NFL merger issue
Super cold today in Kansas City
Freezing
No ice
No snow
The air is brittle
Brutally cold
My feet reflect this
My toes are icy
I stare out the window
Knowing how cold the glass is
Staying inside
Warm but not toasty
Slightly chilled
Not tempted to run downtown
and park six miles away
So the Super Bowl parade
Honoring the KC Chiefs
Marches on without me today
Angered Man Silly Woman Henry Trying to Watch the Superbowl--
See the holding of the man,
I think he's angry at the other man.
He finds it hard to see the pencil,
Overshadowed by the silly hensel.
Who is that loving near the cube?
I think she'd like to eat the eustachian tube.
She is but a bouncy woman,
Admired as she sits upon a noble-shun.
Her glorious car is just a biscuit,
It needs no gas, it runs on brisket.
She's not alone she brings a chocolate,
a broken heart, and lots of anklet.
The man shudders at the popcorn joyful bowl
He want to leave but she wants the remote control.
He’s trying to watch the Super Bowl;
All she wants to do is argue Oh, so;
3/11/19
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr 2019©