Sports Quatrain Poems | Examples

These Sports Quatrain poems are examples of Quatrain poems about Sports. These are the best examples of Quatrain Sports poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberThe Athlete Born

We arrive suddenly into the light,
    Needy and crying for what's in store.
Then soon enough we begin to crawl,
    Only to stand before so much more.

Our bodies and brain will grow together,
    As we learn to jog before we run.
While social natures includes some others,
    Playing games mostly always for the fun.

This growth often creates to coordinate,
    New skills, such as, hand to eye.
Whereas another device may be used,
    Like a moving ball, and how to apply.

Not all of these pursuits involve others,
    Some are solitary and self-serving at best.
Where one's own body is pushed to its limits.
    Through endurance or pace that it tests.

Yet the variety is seemingly endless,
    Whether a ballistic tool is used or not.
Since from our birth we learn to manipulate,
    The course or trajectory before it is caught.


Premium MemberAbility And Desire

Ability And Desire 
Miracle Man
3/15/2024

When in his youth he was filled with desires,
now sometimes his age causes him to digress.
 To do youthful things he no longer aspires,
but today his thoughts are difficult to express.

He was big in sports, and liked to hunt and fish,
a military career he should have been eschewing.
Now he visits his past able only to wish,
while he was away missing years were accruing.


For a friend
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberRed Dog Remembered

A wrestlers kapi pup born in the town of Porapoo
Red Dog~The Pilabara wonderer with lurid tales' legion
A bold spirited canine he, an Aussie through and through
Roaming free the red earth of the wide Northwestern region

He pawed a ride with John, an iron miner, when lost.
They became close mates, good sports to remember.
But drinking and poker took their grim cost.
John was gunned down in 'ts, the first day of September.

Now as Red Dog roamed quietly unconsoled
Cars, buses and trucks offered him rides, hugs and food.
For his hard-luck story had been told and retold
With good Aussies determined to brighten his mood

For the rest of his days Red Dog roamed about
Stopping cars now and them for food and a ride
His loud flatulations signaled 'twas time to get out.
With nature his friend and kind folks who abide

Pilbar mourned with muted disbelief,
When the poisoned body of Red Dog was found
A bronze statue stands for friends to bow in grief.
May Red Dog rest well in his much-loved native ground.

Premium MemberWomens Rghts Virtue Signaling

Alas, in sports, circumstances looking grim
But, help spewed forth, this day,by installed clowns.
To be born a woman, comes forth a new spin?
You decrepit menaces of DC town!


Gigantic males, may compete in their games.
Female dummies will be used in crash tests?
Brutes, who tower over them with no shame
Female equity shining at is best??


True, we may not win trophies anymore.
Let’s see macho trans-men giving birth?
While females,dishonored in a crash-car?
Devoid of a single human on earth.


Note
Representative DeLauro…suggested female 
dummies in crash cars. As if those used now,
were males?


         Idea suggested to De Lauro(D)…..by:
              The Prince of East Palestine:
              Crown Prinnce, Peter Buttigieg


                          4/21/2023

Premium MemberPoetry In Motion Contest Cricket

April and the clocks forward spring,
our cricket practice gets in full swing.
Nets to untangle from their poles,
players to call and enrol.

Gang mowers to grease and oil,
the team kit-bag to disembroil.
Green stained pads to whiten bright,
fixture lists to expedite.

Mend the sight screen's rickety panels,
coax another season from my flannels.
Wash and iron the umpire's coats,
the score-box to creosote.

Tea urns to scour,crockery to rinse and clean..
a team captain's tasks routine,and unseen.
Cricketers good,indifferent,unsung,
across this land in a timeless sport played for fun.


Premium MemberIf Romeo and Juliet Had Survived

I was warned about you lazy Montagues
Some Romeo you turned out to be!
You’re so flabby you can’t see your own shoes
Where for art thou?  Watching sports on TV!

Enough, Juliet, you’ve turned into your mother
With your nagging, complaining, and ceaseless spending
All you Capulet women just hover and smother
How I yearn for Shakespeare’s grand ending!
10/13/22

Middle-aged crisis is one topic which William Shakespeare stayed away from.

Premium MemberBoo Hoo Lincoln

 Boo Hoo Lincoln
Miracle Man
7-4-2022

 Today Lincoln Riley might be missing O.U.,
for the ship he jumped to is going big time too.
His wish was to be a big fish in a small tank,
but in the big 10 he’ll walk the gang plank.

He showed his true character in the way he left,
taking players and coaches was next to theft.
But everything has a payday or so they say,
I wonder if Southern Cal he will also betray?
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberThe Gold Medal

Carved a niche in history with his javelin throw
Neeraj Chopra, the Indian with golden glow
He speared it in his first attempt, cool and composed 
The next was ev’n better, he triumphed unopposed.


08.08.2021

Friends and Fun

Oh, today is friendship day..
It's all my friends, I say 'Hey' !!
Oh, it's fall
Let us all play with the balls.

Oh, now it's time to play cricket,
Hurray! We got a wicket.
Then we go down the hall,
And go to the court to play basketball..

We arrive back home stomping boom boom boom,
And we played monsters and all of the toys are doomed
Then we played baseball,
Hurray, we won! We got a gold shawl.

Then we went to camp,
But there were animals, who were making the noise stamp stamp stamp
Then we went to the parking lot,
Surprisingly, we saw few cleaning robots

Then we went for the exercise,
To become healthy and wise..
Oh, later in the evening, we had a show 
And at the end, we had to bow.. !!

Mona Lisa Mask

Mona Lisa hovers to the stadium
Since legs and arms abandoned her
Sporting an Escher painting strange
Upon her face below the eyes

Unrecognized by paparazzi types
She floats above the football masses 
Sad because she has no feet to run
Or arms to catch an errant pass

What’s the use of being famous
When your face is hidden beauty
And being dead makes it worse
Even harder than you might suppose

What’s she hiding behind the smile
Behind the disguise among the masses
Framed in glass must be fantastic
In a Mona Lisa mask

: Dance Fam

We stand in a room filled with dance
What most people say can’t be a real sport
Like you can’t be a sport without a lance
Or a ball and a court
 
We work for hours on balance and turns
We stomp and chug for hours on end
Running to the lobby to see the ferns
I need more energy to lend

Who gets to decide what a real sport is
We work hard and practice for days
And all we get from you is fizz
But we still love to play
© Vicky Bain  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberCommendable Horses

With their undeniable transport-function
Horses demand rigorous empowerment… 
Hence in their vital rejuvenating station
They huddle for hearty replenishment.

What a sight to behold them in their haven
Feasting along grazing land’s abundance…
While displaying prowess tenaciously proven
Midst tourists enthralled by their elegance.

Sternly ushered to their distinct fortress
They soberly settle in their serene paradise…
Vanquishing pressures of sports-distress 
In their stables ready for tomorrow’s surprise.

Horses* for battle, others for leisure
Commendable for their service-zest…
Giving to their Creator gracious pleasure
They deserve a salute with my gratitude’s best.

*Revelation 19:14 And the armies which were in heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean.

March 31, 2020
1st place, "STRAND CHOICE Z,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/4/2020.

Premium MemberFun: Balls

If nobody knew the meaning of ball,
Air in a bladder of skin, 
If nobody knew the sound on the ground,
The turn or the lift or the spin,

Then people wouldn't walk the green back and forth,
Wouldn't aim for over a net,
Wouldn't know about scrummage, ruck, maul or try,
Wouldn't use words like love, deuce and set,

And i think folks would laugh at the simple idea,
The primitive notion, the thought,
That teams of men could attack one another,
Then stand up and call it a sport,

But then again, no, the ball has a use,
It replaces the dead with a score,
The ball of choice, whatever the size,
It's probably stopped a small war.

Sneakers

Sneakers are shoes primarily designed
For sports from one event to another; 
But which are now also widely used by
Many a person for everyday wear.

Sneakers are a footwear type, sort or kind
With a flexible sole made of rubber; 
And an upper part made of synthetic
Objects or animal skin or leather.

The rubber soles of sneakers truly make
Very little noise while one is walking; 
These comfortable shoes and fine footwear
Can also be used for joyful jogging.

Sneakers are versatile and perform well
In gym's each and every activity; 
They surely offer basic cushioning, 
Steadiness and firm durability.

They work with literally everything
In bright colors, neutral tones, jeans, trousers; 
The suit and any outfit look great with
A great pair of beautiful white sneakers.

Premium MemberBroken: And Then He Saw Talent

Once upon then when he was young, 
He thought he was the best of the lot,
Better than all of the other folks there, 
That he’d achieve all that he wants,

He was the best driver on any four wheels, 
He could Scrabble like a champion at home,
And draw a good picture of mountains and trees, 
And out-Tetris the Tetris alone,

Until, one day, he ventured out of his home, 
Far from the small town he was raised,
And met a sports driver cooler than cool, 
Whose driving put him in the shade,

And a master of art, with a brush in their hand, 
Painted mountains as free as a bird,
And a computer savvy teen professional player, 
Who served him up like dessert,

Once upon then when he was young, 
He mistakenly thought he was the best,
Until he met the actual talented folks, 
And he realized he was just like the rest.

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