Handball Poems | Examples

Collingwood, Oh Collingwood

In the heart of Melbourne's bustling streets,
Lies a club where every footy fan meets.
Black and white, their colors fly,
A magpie's pride, soaring high.

Collingwood, oh Collingwood,
Where dreams are chased, and understood.
With every kick, mark, and handball,
The Magpies stand, united and tall.

From Victoria Park to the MCG,
Their history rich, for all to see.
Legends have graced the hallowed ground,
With roaring fans, their cheers resound.

They fight, they strive, with all their might,
Under the floodlights, every Friday night.
With every goal, the crowd's roar swells,
Echoing through the city, a story it tells.

So here's to the Magpies, black and white,
In their quest for glory, they take flight.
Collingwood, oh Collingwood,
Forever strong, forever good.

Even When I Win I Lose

Sitting here in an adult diaper,
‘cancer free’ I’m told. Thumbing through
a booklet of kegel exercises
for men, this.

After nine long years, in and out of
specialist offices, batting around my prostate
like a handball.

I knew it would come to this from the get-go,
but foolishly fooled myself into believing otherwise,
cause.

Even when I win I lose,
that’s just
the way it is.......

This Beach Without Palm Trees

This beach without shady palm trees
is the chosen playground of harsh winds,
its sand is drier than the Sarah's desert;
nobody lays on a blanket to soak up sunshine,
not even kids play handball smelling a tempest...
and be engulfed by huge waves onto the sealine. 

Karl is the courageous one surfing and screaming,
no fear can batter his audacity, neither is his daring; 
now, twilight approaches slowly, and makes him worry...
then, he defies his inner force advancing very rapidly.

Beaches without swimmers and sunworshippers are too dull,
there appear the sand dunes: the hideaway of an angry troll; 
I rise up and go towards the rageful waves that break apart...
creating the whitest bubbling crest ever seen in Newport.   

This beach without shady palm trees
is no attraction for avid beachgoers
who seek a solitary place to cool off,
to read memes to make them laugh?

Bottoms Up

At a sports event in Europe*
Norway got a hefty fine
For their players were competing
In some shorts that crossed the line.

For the only proper bottoms 
Are bikinis, so the crowd
Gets a peek at much more tush 
Than what it seems the shorts allowed.

As the spectators were cheering,
Maybe Norway got some boos,
Since the team from Spain provided
Much more titillating views.

*Beach handball championships

Syria My Lovely

Syria, my lovely 

 Asma al-Assad, the wife of the president in Syria
  her crime is to be married to Bashir al- Assad.
 Since the president of Syria is sitting pretty, they had to find a softer target hence his wife.
Hadn´t she defended the Syrian army, said they were brave
they must be after ten years of war?
Remove her British citizenship, and we shiver by the thought.
There was an insurrection, and it was crushed.
It could have stopped there if the west had not meddled and
American bombs terrorized the civilian population.
This endless war many Syrians fled, who can blame them?
NATO, too, got involved, this dangerous beast full of generals looking for a fight.
any action, as long it has a pre-fix, “democracy.”
Assad´s chemical attack on the civilian population, surely a war crime.
A Canadian reporter said it didn´t happen, it staged by the white helmets, and no one was reported dead.
The lady reporter had upset the narrative, was sent home in disgrace and now covers handball matches in Seven Rivers.
I Denmark they are sending the Syrians back they say it is safe, they will be safe if the west will stop interfering

Footle Balls

******
you bet
in debt

world cup
shut up

score goal
big hole

whistle
missile

fans fight
not right

refs rule
you fool

corner
warner

handball
false call

false claim
not lame

bad fan
I'd ban

play ball
don't fall

England
win land

sit tight
we might

mighty
Blighty!
******
*****They think its all over, it is now!*****

2018 World Cup Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Mark Toney

18th June 2018

Kintu

We called him kintu
He had a way with girls
He was a handball player
Kintu had a sway with words

We called him kintu
Kintu ever running after girls
Never staying with one for long
Kintu had a way with pretty girls

We called him kintu
He had a way of scoring
Never a goal target did he miss
Kintu was ever after the pretty girls

One Liners6,7,8,9,10

1. How can we wear jeans to cover our skin, if our skin is made of genes?

2. If football is played with the hands is handball played with the feet?

3. Poetry and Gymnastics are holding hands because they are head over heels in love.

4. Sunsets cannot be unbiased as they are naturally one-sided.

Battle of the sexes

5. The battle can only be won, if either one, bonds the pieces of peace together.


John Derek Hamilton
December 10,2015

For one liner contest
Sponsored by Bev Smith

Another Summer In Nyc

I am reminded of songs by the Beach Boys 
who sang of idyllic   summers 
The city beaches are with 
lifeguards to protect those in danger 
The asphalt homeland 
is filled with tourists 
and I also note that there are youth 
playing handball in the parks
Light from the sky beats down on the homeland 
The masses of people in the city 
are experiencing a heat wave 
The water stations are open 
So the people can drink deep
Everyone possible should drink deep 
of the joys of summer in 
what O.Henry called 
"Baghdad on the Hudson"

On the Beach

Open spaces on sand, for fun and frolic
Noise of waves, sound sweet as music

Taking a dip in blue depths, curling with tides
Horizon at sunset, orange hues give idyllic vibes
Eat local fish, and enjoy drinks like thirsty tribes

Blowing winds, turn the windmills apace
Enjoy the sunshine, and meditate for solace 
Arrange the sea shells, look for pearls in case
Catch a sun tan, if you like, with a brave face
Handball if you play, win or lose with grace



Date write: 20.6.2014
Form: Acrostic (rhymed)

On Returning To the Metropolis

Spent some time 
in the country 
      Forest full of trees, 
lakes full of fish 
     Deer walking by
as hawks hover overhead
    Contemplating nature 
has its rewards 
     But now it is time 
to return to the metropolis 
      Crowded streets, 
people rushing by 
      Skyscrapers stand tall
in the summer air
      Taxis whizz by 
as bicyclists weave in and out of traffic 
      Beautifully dressed women
and elegant men 
     dot the urban landscape
In the playground kids play handball
      and bounce basketballs
I have returned to the asphalt homeland
      where I belong!

Similarities

Like mother, like daughter
Like father, like son
Like uncle, like nephew
Like aunt, like niece
Like grandfather, like grandson
Like grandmother, like granddaughter
A man to a woman
A boy to a girl
A policeman to a policewoman
A deacon to a deaconess
A dog to a puppy
A cat to a kitten
A hero to a heroine
A lion to a lioness
A male to a female
A professional soccer player---------- football
A professional baseball player--------- baseball
A softball player---------- softball
A handball player--------- handball
A horse racer--------- jockey
A sport with sticks and an ice playfield--------- ice hockey

Demeter Edwards

Young Lady Young Lady

Young lady, young lady,
curvaceous, outgoing, sassy lady,
with her bright red flamenco dress,
full of life,
full of character,
wearing my "manton" to ward off the chill of the night,
has decided to wear goyesca style tonight,
ready for a grand finale bull fight.

Spain is sporty,
women's sports are rife,
football, handball, basketball, and hockey,
they can beat the spanish men with all there might,
hell they give them a fright,
knock them off their pedal stall,
never a brawl,
in this fun, energy fuelled sport.

More Than Just a Neighbor

A neighbor since birth,
who knew could be such a great friend,
More than a friend, a sister indeed
She's seen me grow, laugh, and cry and i have learned to follow her lead.

Amazing, beautiful, caring, just to name a few
these are just some of her qualities people call out right on cue.
I remember the days of handball, 4 square, and hide and go seek,
when ringing your doorbell made me look like a freak.

Music, music, music
you have the best taste, and i have caught your contagious flu
Coldplay, Jason Mraz, i am here to "fix you".

The biggest heart of anyone I know,
Your passion to cure is far more than low.
Although we have grown and you are many miles away
I hope you know that I am your neighbor, sister, and friend to stay.

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