Sports Games Poems | Examples
These Sports Games poems are examples of Games poems about Sports. These are the best examples of Games Sports poems written by international poets.
José! Your mind of lofty, lucid flow,
Reputed justly for its logic strong;
In every case, the course correct to know;
But then that day, your plan, it was quite wrong.
Full well you knew an idle pawn is vain;
You knew, and surely others must have told,
A knight in distant corner keeps no gain;
But knowing that, the fatal plan took hold.
Too wandering way, too puttering on the path;
Too little eye toward the gathering storm;
Too little care to cold and crushing math;
And so a spirit sank to Soviet form.
An hour or two upon that game you spent,
By which a light on all of life was lent.
The wide world of sports in poetry
Spectacle bred in euphony.
~ MVP ~ **
In victory, shares fame
In defeat, spares blame
Shakes hands when it's over
Knows it's only a game
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** 'MVP' = Most Valuable Player
Individual stats matter not in team games
~ Championships are the hallmark of fame
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:-
Offense, out-smart
Defense, not sport
Carpal tunnel twinges
punctuate a torpid afternoon,
as row on row we line the aisles
and stare at nothing
with the guarded anonymity
of urinating men.
My thumb is on the lever,
moving almost imperceptibly,
as marbles rocket into space
and filter down
through obstacles designed
to keep the management in business.
The captive of a chain reaction
freed from craving by acceptance
of the preordained,
I decompose, am compromised,
incorporated by the convolutions
of this artificial universe.
But something breaks
the moment I let go.
The single thread
that holds the world in place is cut,
and once again I fall away
with all my individual needs exposed.
Japan, 1968
Previous version published in Outposts, England
a nations athletic whim
a tribute olympic hymn
a mantle displays
a greatest of days
victorias medals swim.
Sports stars these days
get paid millions to play
little boys and little girls games
Yet jobs that only adults can do
sports stars are wont to eschew
Our games define us, who we are
by which ones are most popular
First comes football, all blood and gore*
#1 with those who long for war
Then there's basketball, the 'city game'
for ghetto-dwellers, a path to fame
Last and least, poor tennis
long the 'gentleman's game'
Of late reduced to barbarism
grunts and shouts ~ through a racial prism
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*American football, a violent sport
Clout on target
Eye you can't forget
A dot like a tv set
No winking eye you let
Aiming high or low
Stretched or loose you throw
Arrows you release or blow
Prize you do not show.
Archer you know in you
With bow and arrow of you
Archery is your life in a game
Name in flame you lit without shame.
Whether thrown or caught,
Sometimes kicked or struck,
The fascination endures.
Great skill often adds to the
Speed or pace, as the games
Provide victorious cures.
While talent or good-fortune
Designates champions, no losers
Are seen forever in the quest.
Since the challenge lies in the
Competition, providing one's
Utmost effort, if not the best.
Regardless of one-on-one matches,
Or one team against another
In the game.
The battles seek to crown a victor,
Granting new heights towards
Fortune and fame.
Tag
Hide-and-seek
Duck-duck-goose
Jump Rope
Hula hoop
Hopscotch
Pitcher-catcher
Running bases
Steal the bacon
500
Whiffle-ball
Kill-a-ma-roo
Games we played
~ Me and you
A drug that can’t be detected
A substance legally protected
You know I play for the love of the game
I’d play for free if they didn’t pay me
An insert in my shoes to look taller
A substitute ball a mite smaller
You know I play for the love of the game
I’d play for free if they didn’t pay me
The slightest edge, any advantage
Some chemical goop under a bandage
You know I play for the love of the game
I’d play for free if they didn’t pay me
Too blind to play baseball
Too soft for football
Too slow for basketball
No future in sports at all
Those who can't do, teach
Those who can't teach, announce
He broadcast games for the White Sox and Cubs
When he wasn't out tapping a keg in a pub...
A microphone in one hand
A can of Bud in the other
Harry Caray, the fans' favorite
Every beer guzzler's brother
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*Budweiser Beer