If life were a game of chess,
I would not be holding the chess pieces.
I wish to become a chessboard,
So I could see the wonders of life and be free
Or I may in another way I can explain
A plain tea that reflects the story of life,
The chess pieces will show your past life
How life battle is won through tactical warfare
The 64 squares is like arena of prizefighter,
Where you live life everyday like gladiator
Notwithstanding the hardship I face
Only at the end I won life with honor
Nevertheless the worn out skill of wisdom,
Made it all for me to victory and reward.
Categories:
prizefighter, character, life, sports, success,
Form: Free verse
Pussycat Pussycat
tap tapping like a boxer
within your imaginary ring
playful and nimble
bouncing on a spring
to the left to the right
dancing on a whim
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on March 29, 2025 for contest YOUR CHOICE G sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
Categories:
prizefighter, cat, fun,
Form: Free verse
I'm an ex-prizefighter and my name is Glass Joe.
If you're wondering if I could win fights, the answer is no.
I got my ass kicked by a shrimp and his name is Little Mac.
I got knocked out in the first round when that boy attacked.
I'm called Glass Joe because my jaw is made of glass.
It was humiliating because anybody could kick my ass.
People laugh because I can't fight and it's something I resent.
I happen to be Glass Joe Biden and I'm the President.
I run America but I sure can't take a punch.
If you hit me in my stomach, I'll lose my lunch.
I lied to everybody when I said that I came from France.
I got ass whippings in the ring, I never stood a chance.
Even old women could knock me out and I'm not a fighter anymore.
If Americans learn that I lost ninety-nine fights, I won't win in 2024.
Categories:
prizefighter, funny, games, humor,
Form: Rhyme
I'm a very short prizefighter and my name is Little Mac.
Don't make fun of my size or I will give you a smack.
My opponents are twice as tall as me.
When they knock me out, I soil my trunks with pee.
I have to jump every time I punch my opponents in the face.
I've never even won one fight, it's embarrassing and a disgrace.
My punches are so soft that they can't feel the punches that I throw.
They kick my ass every time, I was even knocked out by Glass Joe.
My trainer called me a squirt so I called him a blimp.
He beat me so hard that I walk with a permanent limp.
(This poem is based on my favorite NES game 'Punch-out')
Categories:
prizefighter, funny, humor, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
I'm a Prizefighter and my name is Little Mac.
When I fight my opponents, they end up on their backs.
I defeat all of my opponents even though they're twice as tall as me.
I have to jump when I punch their faces and I drive them to their knees.
It only took one punch to knock out Glass Joe.
When I fought Super Macho Man, I won by TKO.
I punched Bald Bull in the stomach when he began to charge.
He shook the whole ring when he fell because he's so large.
As I punched King Hippo in the stomach, his trunks kept falling down.
I only had to knock him down once to beat him, he couldn't last one round.
MR. Sandman was tough and he thought he could put me to sleep.
But I gave that moron such a beating that he started to weep.
When I fought Mike Tyson, I knocked him out and I whipped him before Buster Douglas did.
Tyson was so embarrassed because I was only seventeen years old, he was beaten by a kid.
(This poem is based on the popular 1987 video game.)
Categories:
prizefighter, funny, humor, humorous, teenage,
Form: Rhyme
As a young boy,
He lived in extreme poverty
And worked as a construction boy.
Even though there were no foods to offer
On the table and being a boxer
Was the only way to feed his family,
He never lost his faith to God Almighty.
Not a single day he missed to pray.
Until one day,
He discovered his special gifts.
In sport of boxing today,
He's a pound-for-pound king.
Within the ring,
People called him "The Beast"
'Cause many boxing legends had tried their best
As they'd promised to defeat "The Beast."
But none of them came to close.
By his powerful hands and blind speeds,
they'd suffered the shocking loss.
Manny Pacquiao is an all-time-great,
A philanthropist,
"The Nation's Fist,"
"The Fighting Pride of the Philippines,"
"The Fighting Congressman,"
The "Pac-Man,"
"The Mexicutioner,"
"The Destroyer,"
An actor,
A singer,
A prizefighter,
A "Fighter of the Decade,"
And an eight-division world champion.
He is my pride!
Categories:
prizefighter, angel, sports,
Form: Rhyme
in battle I am my own General,
a puffing cigar alone in my thoughts.
I contemplate my valley,my path,
in this complex strategy to living.
a cup of coffee at the right time
is as fulfilling as a nostalgic hymn.
March On!! my body and mind say to me,
though my scares have beaten the vulnerability
from my agonized soul.
I am a prizefighter who leads the world
in moral victories,no myth is to great,
for I'm a stain on the floor of a slaughter house.
Categories:
prizefighter, introspection
Form: Free verse
(This is a fictional poem)
I used to think that those Rocky movies ruled.
When I saw Rocky win, that was pretty cool.
Those movies inspired me to be a prizefighter.
Many times I couldn't eat because my jaw was wired shut and I'd end up twenty
pounds lighter.
I won the heavyweight championship but they revoked my title because I lost
weight.
I cussed them out when they took my title but that wasn't a decision that was
great.
They had bodyguards who were bigger than me.
They beat me so hard that I was in agony.
The heavyweight championship was the only bout I ever won, I never won again.
I tried and tried but I couldn't win.
I fought George Foreman and he knew no fear.
He bit me in the crotch and reduced me to tears.
After fighting, I couldn't see because my eyes were swelled shut.
Some school kids saw that I couldn't defend myself and they kicked my butt.
I was so familiar with the canvas that I should've been a painter.
When I faced the bigger fighters, I became a fainter.
If you plan to be a prizefighter, I have some advice to give so you won't be led
wrong.
If you're as lousy as me, you won't have a pretty face for very long.
Categories:
prizefighter, funny, people, sports, me,
Form: I do not know?