Medal Winner Poems | Examples

BEGINNERS

May we be blessed to understand when we’re disheartened
discourage and frustrated
at something new we are trying to learn…
trying our best to do…

That every expert, every champion 
every first place gold medal winner 
before they became an expert, a champion, 
or a first place gold medal winner
was also a beginner too.

Olympic Dreams

As a seventeen year old competitive swimmer,
the other swimmer I looked up to was Mark Spitz,
he was a multiple gold medal winner,
a wonder in the water, a swimming blitz.

I had Olympic dreams,
my element was the aquatic,
but life took me in another direction, it seemed,
the lure of going to practices seemed less exotic.

How I loved the smell of the pool chlorine,
I sliced through the water as if a dolphin,
I so cherished the marine,
but other obligations needed to fit in.

The working world was calling,
and aspiring for the Game's gold had to
be retired,
but I was elated Mark had world records
falling,
and I still feel inspired.

As another Summer Olympics comes to
a close,
I'm proud of the athletes who devote their
time and sweat to their sport,
and  I surely suppose,
I'll always treasure my long ago youth
in New York. ~

Backbencher Polymath

Was Backbencher 
Academics Top Ranker 
Sports Medal Winner 
Dramas ace Performer 

Backbencher Teachers pain 
Not all dimwits and vain 
Real life, celebrity genes in vein 
Adept user of Left, Right Brain

For pranks often punished 
Outside class, when I stood 
Am not stupid, mind brooded 
Am Polymath, briefly muted 
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© Dr Hitendra Mehta, India ????

PS : The words are Reality of my School days, presented in poetic way. Have received Awards for Polymath attribute.

Training 4 Olympic Triathlon Gold Best Coaches 1 Can Find

Wishing and wanting to be

An

Olympic Triathlon Gold Medal Winner

Knowing full well in order to succeed

This specific individual feat requires

3 different apposing skillets

So I went in search of 3 of the very best
coaches in each individual particular
event and discipline

So I got Memo to teach me how to run

Forrest Gump how to swim

And Lance Armstrong to teach me how
to ride a bike

And most of all how to cheat at all 3

Halloween - Repost

The hallowed evening is deafeningly here
Goblins and witches' loud shrieks are near,
Shelled corn raining down our outer wall
Our whimpering dog is cringing in the hall,
Some snotty-nosed kid bangs on the door
A plastic pumpkin for candy wants even more,
The tiny young princess calls out trick or treat
A four-year-old drummer boy never misses a beat,
That big-footed clown lives up our lane
The kid with the rattle is driving me insane,
An older woman whom I cannot figure out
Is collecting for UNICEF, somehow, I doubt,
One more creature from the black lagoon
Or a big, black hairy animal like a baboon,
I will take in my candy and drop out of sight
Turn off the porch lamp and call it a night.

FIRST PLACE GOLD MEDAL WINNER
"Brevity - Halloween" Poetry Contest
All Poetry - October 9, 2021

FEATURED POETRY SOUP POEM
June 20, 2021

FRONT PAGE PICK
All Poetry
October 5, 2022

October 7, 2022
Submitted to: "2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 16" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney

Visit To An Old Cemetery

As far as my eyes could see were old stones
Storied lives, some remembered, most forgotten,
Once were flesh and blood, now only dry bones.

I wondered how many of them were misbegotten
Their worth now easily assessed with a few zeroes,
Storied lives, some remembered, most forgotten.

No doubt some were rogues, some honored heroes
Whatever their fortune at death they now have not,
Their worth now easily assessed with a few zeroes.

Each with only one thing in common, a grassy plot
Sweet-smelling flowers placed with due respect,
Whatever their fortune at death, they now have not.

I came here timorously, not knowing what to expect
Would I somehow experience a new appreciation
Sweet-smelling flowers placed with due respect?

Walking among these stones with a rapt hesitation
[As far as my eyes could see were old stones]
Would I somehow experience a new appreciation?
Once were flesh and blood, now only dry bones. 

BRONZE MEDAL WINNER
Written June 30, 2022
"Anything You Wish No. 15" Poetry Contest
All Poetry
July 6, 2022

Twenty Simple Pleasures

I am so glad I live in America
My freedoms I treasure living here,
That I have peace, no living in fear
For my great love of trivia!

My friends are very special to me
For my family, especially my son,
When I look out I can see the sun
That my health relatively stable be.

So happy for the summertime
I have musical talent, a blessing I enjoy
The gift of writing which I employ
Especially writing poetry with rhyme.

That I know how to relax and meditate
Grateful for a sound mind at my age
Also, that I learned how to turn a page
Make good decisions, do not hesitate.

Happy that I found faith early in life
Living peacefully with neighbors
That I have retired from my labors
So far, I am free of fret and strife! 

BRONZE MEDAL WINNER
Written June 28, 2022
"Drop and Give Me 20" Poetry Contest
All Poetry
July 1, 2022

Tribute To Rupaul

RuPaul is one of the happiest people I know
Spreading joy and sunshine wherever she goes,
Quick-witted and sharp as a tack they say
She’s worth a few million dollars in residual pay,
[always dresses to the nines, be it female or male]
With hair and makeup to be envied by most
RuPaul has every reason, I think, to boast,
For her Drag Race alone she is known far and wide
I know, I know, there are some who will chide,
But RuPaul is an entertainer to be admired
By every person whose success she inspired,
And regular folks, too, can sound her praises
For every unique individual she gladly embraces. 

GOLD MEDAL WINNER
"RuPaul" Poetry Contest
All Poetry
April 15, 2022
Written April 12, 2022
[for an All Poetry contest]

I Sat By the Riverbank

I sat by the riverbank today and wondered
How long it takes the water to get to the Gulf
Considered things my inquisitive mind ponders
Like what is so enjoyable about playing golf?

Save for an afternoon stroll, I see few merits
Especially since my back has developed kinks
My bag of clubs, the works, my son will inherit
While I spend afternoons catching forty winks.

I sat by the riverbank today and wondered
If those barges ever break loose in rebellion,
[Since their burden is a product plundered],
And run amok like some undisciplined hellion.

I suspect I should beware of my mind adrift
For, at my age, questioning can embarrass,
Although the soothing water gives me a lift
A day like this spent idling is simply fabulous.

BRONZE MEDAL WINNER
Written April 12, 2022
"Anything Goes" Poetry Contest
All Poetry
April 19, 2022

I Hope You Dance

Life can be like a beautiful ballet
Few will see the hard work behind it,
What you show is what others assay
The rules are exacting, never forget,
First, you think you have it mastered
Then, you realize you are never enough,
That your prized goals are blurred
You’ll admit living a good life is tough.

Life can be like a beautiful ballet
Those who cannot dance will criticize
They will insist you perform it their way
Keep in mind life is more than an exercise.
It is the real thing, your interpretations,
Finding your strength, playing your role
You can only live up to your expectations
Clinging to all that is within your control.

Life can be like a beautiful ballet
Ever moving gracefully toward a finale
Moving through the scenes every day
First, the mountain, then, the valley
Inevitably before the end, the climax
You will reach the peak of your success
Maintaining composure through attacks
You'll hear the applause, God will bless. 

BRONZE MEDAL WINNER
written March 2, 2022
DIVwrites Magazine Poetry Contest
All Poetry
April 6, 2022

A Most Creative Caper

Appealing to my better angels, I try once again
To write a poem which will appeal to the heart,
I pause ever so slightly, wondering where to start
I look out my window, it is beginning to rain.

The droplets are gathering on the windowpane
And I know they are my better angels appearing,
Racing to the bottom of the windowsill, endearing
I capture thoughts of the common, the mundane.

I hurriedly grasp my pen and a sheet of plain paper
Scribbling random words that flood into my brain,
While listening to the rhythms of the falling rain
I come up with a poem about a most creative caper.

Two men are dueling in a backwoods field at dawn
Seems they have chosen harmless weapons of fun
Neither owning a sword, a pistol, or a shot gun
One fancies himself a king, the other a lowly pawn.

Written March 30, 2022
For “Brian Strand’s Premier” poetry contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand

SILVER MEDAL WINNER
"Anything Goes" poetry contest
All Poetry
March 30, 2022

Sleeping For the Winter

Green fields covered with snowy white
Lulled to sleep for the winter season,
Even though the sun is shining bright
Green fields covered with snowy white,
Sunbeams dance like the fairyland sprite
Twirling about for no special reason,
Green fields covered with snowy white
Lulled to sleep for the winter season.

SILVER MEDAL WINNER
Written January 31, 2022
"Winter or Summer" Poetry Contest
All Poetry
April 24, 2022

Sleepless Excitement

Wide-eyed children lying awake
Unable to sleep, Christmas Eve
All the little ones who believe,
Listen for sounds Santa will make
So excited their bellies ache.

BRONZE MEDAL WINNER
written December 24, 2021
(five 8-syllable lines, abbaa)
"34 Words Exactly" Poetry Contest
All Poetry December 25, 2021

I Want a Christmas Every Day

I want a Christmas every day
Not a Santa Claus in his sleigh,
Or bringing presents to the good
Loving each other, as we should.

Peace on earth, a small price to pay
I want a Christmas every day,
Filled with happiness and good cheer
Not the end, beginning each year. 

Setting aside all hatefulness
Every day free of undue stress,
I want a Christmas every day
Watching our children carefree play.

The spirit of love in the air
Visions of our lives without care,
Keeping all prejudice at bay
I want a Christmas every day.

SILVER MEDAL WINNER
"A Christmas in Rhyme" Poetry Contest
All Poetry, December 12, 2021
written December 3, 2021

Reflections In the Pond

Reflections of red and gold leaves in the pond
Mingling with the silver water silently 
Painting nature’s picture of autumn fest 
With haze-like lines wavering in watercolor
The glint of sun casting a hazy mystic spell

BRONZE MEDAL WINNER
"Write What Inspires" Poetry Contest
All Poetry, November 14, 2021
written November 12, 2021

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