Football Metaphor Poems | Examples
These Football Metaphor poems are examples of Metaphor poems about Football. These are the best examples of Metaphor Football poems written by international poets.
Putting words on paper does not make a poet,
Writing a recipe does not make a cake.
Knowing how to comment on football does not make a coach.
Reading just one book does not make an intellectual...
Saying yes and love, oui and amour does not make a polyglot,
Knowing how to paint a picture badly does not make a painter,
Putting a band-aid on someone does not make a healer,
Heating water and cooking pasta does not make a chef,
Being half-informed does not make someone an expert,
Knowing several things and subjects does not make a wise man,
Being white does not give any privileges,
Loving women does not make a 'womanizer',
Stealing a kiss does not make a thief,
Filling out your income tax form incorrectly does not make you a crook,
Killing sleep does not make someone a scoundrel,
Taking a nap does not make you lazy either,
Knowing how to speak well does not make you a loudmouth,
Knowing how to live with art, it's not a farce...!
IN LIFE’S BALL GAME
Don’t be a football,
Thrown and kicked down the field
Like rocks of nature:-
Rather, be a bouncing ball…
Sowing and reaping life’s goal:-
I have a skin, brown tan melolin
Inside of me is water, energy
I have nodes from which buds are formed
I am shapeN like a football, a peanut, a fat lumpy carrot
I may develop sprouting, buds, green spots
I may be spoilage, not cause my parents giving me everything I ask
Interspersed in a tubular, vallecular
If for I am green growing out my sprouts
I am better off tossed out
Thrown away
What, Who am I
The one with many eyes, but no hands
Whom, am eye with eyes and spots
Inside me is water, starch and energy
Inside me ivory tan inside me
I am russet Burbank Shepody, Umatilla
What nation to I come from
What nationally am I
You see I am not human
But I human-to-see
I have many so love
the growing points so are potato tubers,
each with a little stem bud
the Red, White, Russet Oh’ how we love
begin to sprout, the growths those roots,
eyes, and bumps have a high
concentration of compounds see
I’m not human
I am a potato
Valuable football team
elegant style, fruitful of result
with qualified administration
so a successful GROUP !
They
promised
whole
honey...
gave
only
gall...
took off
blue
sky...
gave us
Nero
blue...
we lost
hexa
anyway...
forever
are
five-time winner
of World Cup
Pel é killed the game and ate the ball
Garrincha held the ball and did bawl
coming, going what the hell
Zico played ball through smell
Bileira my cousin made rivals crawl
Intends to be the best,
acts like owner of the world,
fights for the USA
loves the history of American music
is entitled to be a roadster
passionate with nature
carry out cucarachas with reservation
vibrates with sports
intrudes on foreign affairs
polemics racial issues
celebrates 4th of july with pride
has fun with regional accents
carves pumpkins like no one
tends to be a bit arrogant
rejoices with fireworks
should assist poorer countries further
praises and appreciates peanut butter
frolic in football badly
plays basketball admirably
knows that everyone wants
to come to America ... !
Ps for the sake of poetry, i must say that
I LOVE AMERICA !
May England be
a enormous ship called:
"Queen of the Seas"
And that doesn't sink ...!
May Portugal be
a grand winery
in Lisbon or Funchal,
live on wine and
Codfish...
No ... it is not true that Italy is, just and only ... Pizza, a boot and a
crooked tower ...!
Brazil, Brazil ...
It's not coffee, and football
nor wonder beans ...
It is not true that It is
only that ...
It is not just corruption ...
Only actions, and ...
and gasps ... Petrol and
soya ... also
water and car wash ...
But, O mother, you are further ...
You are a manly homeland ... and
your son doesn't run away
fight ...just fight BRAZIL ...!
I have things I want to say,
But lined up in my mind
Are a hopeless football team of words,
Who’ve arrived all anyhow, the fools,
Hung over, bootlaces undone,
With no real idea or notion of the rules
Confusing one another, indifferent,
Just fools, willing to give up the game,
My good words with good intentions,
Facing the empty field, the open goal,
They’re no good at all, although
I plead for help, they’re only wanting
Rest and their bus ride home, but still
I have things I want to say,
And somehow, one year, I will.
Gobble Gobble I am in big trouble
Placed into the oven without a last Gobble
Stretching my neck to see
Stuffed to the brim with bread and celery
Laying next to a pumpkin pie
Homemade bread cooked golden brown
With eggnog and dark rum floating around
Football games and children playing
Carving and cutting breaking my only wishbone
My only revenge is to fill their tummy's
Putting them all to sleep
R.I.P. To all my passed Turkey friends
A festival for all except for me,
My goose has been cooked and eaten
Now comes a dark day, Black Friday
All shopping for the next Holiday
To be continued
On Christmas Day
I am adamant hi cringe at the thought of dirty feet
I am biased and subconscious of crimson vegetable beets
No longer nowhere do you find coconut treats
Chocolate covered crimson beige grasshopper leaves
While ants are scrimmaging laterally liking playing football
And bees are buzzing around making a buzzzzz sound
Fluttering butterflies fluttering flattering floating
around above the ground the lower the sky has
Yet the parlay fleet of grasshoppers marching crickets rubbing their legs
Sounding off while they here are they there seemingly they're everywhere
Skreet Skreet Skreet the screeching sounds that come from their feet
Chirping chirping chirping where are they and do they ever sleep
I too have feet and I'm a floor runner
Twix and tween my corns and bunions
I'm coming running on my feet for you
9/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
SEVEN MY DEFECTS:
1) Intend I have answers for everything.
2) Mania of perfection ...
3) Extreme sensitivity ... I suffer for nothing ...
4) Somewhat sarcastic, then I regret it ...
5) Intolerance of "stupidity".
6) Trust people too much. any.
7) Not knowing how to save money.
SEVEN MY QUALITIES:
1) Be reliable.
2) Be loving.
3) Be smart.
4) Be a companion.
5) Knowing how to value others.
6) Helping those in need.
7) Sensible.
SEVEN THINGS I LOVE:
1) Quality music.
2) Poetry: write and read.
3) Sports, mainly football.
4) My family, and my friends.
5) Italian pasta and pasta.
6) Nice beer.
7) The female soul.
watch yo mouth
guard yo words
take yo' time
shut-up boy and do-it
shut-up Boy and do-it
shut up boy and do-it !
shut-up boy and do-it !
tell that man
what that's about
shut-boy and do-it !
don't let my name come out yo' mouth
shut up boy and do-it !
The feet play honest football
Heart is the trouble maker
Excited philosopher
chases crickets
for unclear amusement
no philosophy for him
can be in a football pitch