Sports Rhyme Poems | Examples
These Sports Rhyme poems are examples of Rhyme poems about Sports. These are the best examples of Rhyme Sports poems written by international poets.
It takes a Big Stick,
To approach the Mound with Pride!
It takes a BIGGER STICK,
To encroach a MOUND that WIDE!
THEY...got a "BIG TIME" VICTORY!!!
THEY...kicked the "SNOT" out of YOU and ME!!
OFFENSE..."STALLED," MUCKED the PLAYS COACH CALLED!
HELL BOYS!...no more "CHEERLEADERS" for FREE!!!
I never drove a stick shift
Although once, I tried to learn.
I think they’re mostly gone now
And I don’t see their return.
A manual transmission
In some sports cars can be found,
Yet there aren’t many models
For the purists still around.
It’s kinda like a TV set
With knobs you have to turn
Instead of a remote or
An Alexa you can spurn.
Improvements make life easier,
But some wish they’d revive
The older methods that were used
To watch TV or drive.
Anticipation is like hitting a single
Expectation is like hitting a double
Participation is like hitting a triple
Revelation is like hitting a homerun
Your smile is like the moon all silver lined,
I wanted to be by you, time after time.
Your love for sports was quite unreal,
But you never gave up that rid and reel.
Your humour was loved, loved by us all,
But your laugh was the best, best of it all.
I watched when you became a man and you grew,
Just to sit with the boys and have a brew.
Your heart was big, big for all,
No matter the person big or small.
And now that you’ve gone to a better place,
You will always have our love and our grace.
Scott W.
Foppish fringe flutters..pianist tendrils tinkling..
Flitter finessing leathery fruits..
Caressing..stitched dreams tickled & tailored..
Swing..swerve in clandestine cahoots…
Curve…voluptuous velvety verve..
Wobble seam serendipity tempts..teases..
Sliding across creases..angle architect gliding..
Heaven sent tyro riding blazing trails..
Hellbent brio…Waggers & Trent..Timmy trio..
Touted trinity…selector trifecta..febrile fan affinity..
Tim’s timber hoicks topple Toblerones..
Schadenfreude stats sips.. Oiks suggest Timmy..
Ersatz Test imitator of Jimmy…
Naysayers…tut tutters spew from trolling gutters…
As Yoda may say…"Devil may care..unfair..flair in the air..this bowling pair share..'
Muffled murmurs of the goat..Hadlee float…gracing grassy notes..
Timmy..go on gimme one final shimmy…
Dare to dream…it will end.. as it did begin..
With that boyish grin..just beam..old friend
I'll teach you the ping pong song.
You can all sing along -
the ping song, ping song, ping song.
The words are easy. You can't sing wrong.
Sing it loud and sing it strong -
sing pong, sing pong, sing pong.
A return is impossible. Feel the sting
of my vicious forehand...ping.
My friend, I'm afraid you've got that wrong.
Here it comes - my tenacious...pong.
Hear this - my shot's resounding ring.
I doubt you can repel that...ping.
Take that, my unyielding counter...pong.
Ah, the melody of the ping pong song.
Table tennis is a song -
ping pong, ping pong, ping pong.
Some people are smarter than others,
While others are better at sports
And then there are those
Who own all the right clothes
Or whose homes look like fancy resorts.
Some people have talents like singing
Or playing an instrument well,
While others are skilled
Making crafts that have filled
Shops and sites where such items will sell.
Some people reach out to help others
And know how to listen and care,
While others explore,
Always looking for more -
Seeking answers for problems we share.
Some people choose lives very simple,
Without any goals to achieve,
For the playing field’s not
One that’s equal, so what
We become’s tied to what we receive.
Riding on a highway,
As the cars go streaming by,
I notice varied brands and styles
I can’t identify.
To me, they mostly look the same,
The SUV’s and such,
With different shapes of taillights
Which don’t really matter much.
The vehicles are mostly dark,
Though quite a few are white
And sometimes there’s a burgundy
Or red that one can sight.
Yet once in a great while,
There’s a sports car or a jeep
In a neon green or orange
To which every eye will leap.
That attention’s what the owners
Wanted, like a little spark,
But it sure must come in handy
When in crowded lots they park.
I'm really much too young to get old
Something's drastically out of whack
I'm still this handsome, charismatic stud
Why's my body giving me flack?
A strange bump just formed on my neck
Don't think it was there yesterday
My hair seems a bit thinner and greyer
But I'm still young in all other ways
My body is falling apart, bit by bit
Takes me an hour to put on my pants
I wheeze while watching sports on TV
My wife never asks me to dance
There must be a pill old geezers can take
To slow down this aging tommyrot
I'm not ready yet for an old folks home
I feel like I'm still pretty hot
This can't be, I'm much too young
To say 'uncle' and throw in the towel
Gonna fight like hell and never give up
If only I could control my bowels!
Where is this? Are we on Mars?
America – just count the stores,
capitalist carnivores.
That so-familiar movie score,
the swish of passing cars.
The city built on Brotherly Love
(Wells Fargo, Fitch and Abercrombie)
at the mercy of Pam Bondi
- was that a person, or a zombie? –
What was Madison thinking of?
Car’s no use: no place to park it.
Arrested at a funeral home.
No gravel pits, no air, no loam
- eat your heart out, Kristi Noem
(Checks Cashed Here, Medina Market)
Can this be noon? It feels like night.
What are these groupings? Hangouts? Dives?
They’re ganglions? They’re human hives?
Squandered talent, wasted lives.
Subway line blocks out the light.
Sidewalk garbage. Mostly men.
That hokey old verbal agility,
“insure domestic tranquillity”
correctional facility
for the heirs of William Penn.
Human beings are detritus
(Lifetime Nails, Olympic Sports):
To clean it up, we use the courts
Perhaps we ought to build more forts
- and thus our id comes back to bite us.
er first time on a board,
February 1922,
was Muizenberg, South Africa,
then again, in August,
the lady surfed Honolulu,
Hawaii, where,
by Duke Kahanamoku,
there may have been taught,
and in Waikiki lost her shorts.
Who would have thought,
of all the girls
in the whole wide world,
she was the sort to shoot the curl.
Tho' a novel way to spend the day,
no crime this time, yet still a mystery,
was the surfing passion of Agatha Christie.
Another hallowed arrow from his quivers
One of cricket’s greatest shiver givers
Coursing down your spine like rivers
Fine line..never dithers as slivers
Of adversaries hopes on the ropes..withers
Tipples tickle our livers
The latest tropes of how
Somehow…anyhow won’t kowtow
Postman Pat delivers
Matinee idol looks tease
Record books hooks please
Finds batters crannies &
Nooks with such ease
Impeccable length…metronomic
Chin music chagrin
Such strength..astronomic
Gift of getting the ball to lift
Chronic bounce…hedonic
With his swag bag of quicks tricks
Name on the adored hall of fame
Lords boards with six..another Cummins elite fix
Beat Bob Willis’s record tome of the best
Test figures for a captain at cricket’s home..
Yep..yet another done like a kipper
By this chipper ripper skipper
Who’s not found wanting
His chiselled jaw..up there for sure
With the mean hardcore
Ponting or Waugh
As the best Test baggie green
Top draw Captain (not woke...just a better bloke) seen on screen
Or that’s maybe ever been