Short Soccer Ball Poems

Short Soccer Ball Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Soccer Ball by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Soccer Ball by length and keyword.


Marley Muringakumwe

Given board and room.
 A face, teeth, soccer ball feet and an almost perfect face. Funny when he shaves, He craves, begs, checks and says.... "Ndakamuka."
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Des Moines Rumble

During the famous Des Moines rumble
Sixteen boys landed in a giant jumble
No one bragged for they were horribly humble
Soccer ball was lost in this mad fumble
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Let the Old Lady Do It

I jump up with glee
let the old lady do it
certainly they mean me

In the school yard
I am the only crone here
happy to play

no retirement
I could not stand being home
bring the body bag

children are cheering
the soccer ball comes my way
it goes to the moon

Winter - 2 versions

WINTER is...
Wearing woolly jumpers,
Inside days,
Nose-tip dripping,
Table games,
Early off to bed,
Reading books.

WINTER is...
Wiggling toes warming up
In my room as the heater blows.
Noses are nippy out in the cold.
Try on the boots: “Too small!” “Too old!”
Eating a pie with lots of sauce... and then...
Running off with a soccer ball.
Form: Acrostic

Milky Way Galaxy

At night the sky 
Becomes an entire new world 
To the human eye

The moon 
Sometimes as round as a soccer ball 
Appears as it begins to get dark

A million tiny bright lights
Called stars 
Appear like specks of dust 
Out of nowhere 

And soon I am outdoors 
Observing the planets like mars 
And also the Milky Way galaxy 
With my trustworthy telescope


Bored In Play Rehearsal

Currently composing poetry in my
practice-for-testing booklet
trying not to think about
the evening we first met.
I was wearing a comic-printed
top with these sandals that I hate,
you were playing with a soccer ball,
even when we ate.
Adults asked us both about college
while our fathers ate and talked and drank.
We paid little attention to each other
and for that I cannot thank.
Because I wish I had more time with you
before you got bored
and I got screwed.
© Ema Kenyon  Create an image from this poem.
Form: ABC

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