Short Footballs Poems
Short Footballs Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Footballs by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Footballs by length and keyword.
how long
is a foot locker
and what
do they keep in it?
foot lockers
foot solders
foot long hotdogs
footballs
what is the obsession
are they politically correct
or are they just a foot fetishes
at the foot of my bed
pause a bit lovers,
and fun-makers of football
If one could count
the number of wounds
inflicted on football
assaults on the round thing
a diplomatic asylum
would be given promptly
to footballs on earth
for them to live in peace
freedom and liberty
Have you ever heard of that famous Tom Brady?
His deflated balls can’t even chase off the ladies.
But he’s a legend that football has seemly created,
so I named my puppy Brady...but his balls not deflated.
Celebrity or Famous Person Clerihew Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
March 26, 2019
We love football meat pies kangaroos and Holden cars
We’d sing it at home in the playground and in bars
The good old days when everything was Australian made
But that ended then and now the song did fade
So here we are a place whose population
Is looking for work in mining tourism and submarine production
We look like we did in 1941
No industry no future and looking around for one.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Hearts come and go
Under the sun’s long shadow
Thoughts and feelings beat
Where waves and wind meet
Seagulls shriek and crabs compete
A looping tender, tragic skit
Watched from a swaying seat
Where waves and wind meet
Footballs roll and laughter spills
Boards drift, then cut the sea
Sand stings hands and restless feet
Where waves and wind meet
Promises fade, and truth retreats
Beneath a painted sky
Soft echoes hum beyond sunset
Where waves and wind meet
Songs of The season
Throughout the house
Aesthetically pleasing
Days on the couch
Little red noses
Wishing for snow
Tongues in the air
Hearts aglow
Twinkle of lights
Adorning fences
As day becomes night
The await condenses
Alas, Kris Kringle
Takes to the sky
Wishes fulfilled
For every closed eye
Footballs and baby dolls
Bikes for little tikes
Magic fills the halls
And streets, alike
The 25th of December
Has come at last
Another to remember
But gone too fast