Handball Poems - Poems about Handball

...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 dre......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 s......Read the rest...

...There's a feeling of sadness Mixed with a wistful awe As we pick our careful way Across a rubble strewn floor. An eerie sort of half light, As though hiding from the day, Hiding our history unt......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...Foxes found themselves at home In a match they could dial in by phone A villain came into their midst Trying to cure themselves from the bottom half EPL cyst Noted as the visiting team the vi......Read the rest...

...****** 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 ......Read the rest...

...I was strolling to the entrance of the Barley Tavern, when I was passed at quite a rate by angry Billy Brown. He’s mumbling and cursing before he kicked the Tavern cat, and blamed it as the reason......Read the rest...

...I remember, I remember my garden of joy, It gave me great happiness when I was a boy At the bottom of the garden was a delightful stream, When alone, I would sit beside it, meditate and dream. In......Read the rest...

...Football, volleyball, baseball, softball, Racquetball, handball, basketball, hardball. . . . There're lots of sports in the world you play with a ball, And you can't play any of them if you're ......Read the rest...

...I remember, I remember my garden of joy, It gave me great happiness when I was a boy ......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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 be......Read the rest...

...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 no......Read the rest...