Short Sportsman Poems
Short Sportsman Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sportsman by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sportsman by length and keyword.
A sportsman from Burton-on-Trent
Had such a peculiar bent
The kick that he felt
Was below the belt
That’s how his manhood got a dent
Dick was a guy with a suave golf club
Who only used it to eat his grub
Sportsman he portrayed
Golf he should have played
For now he cannot fit in his tub
3/28/2013
Craig's contest
Our loving sportsman, Sen. Pacman
Never missed a chance of being a samaritan
His humility and hard work earned him great reputation
And yet his whole body endured more refutation.
FOOTBALL
Playing in a team,
kicking football in vigor,
captain controlling.
To win or lose: No factor.
Sportsman spirit of the game.
Excited viewers enjoy.
03/09/2019
Bite size poem No. 39
Contest by Line Gauthier.
Progeny
Of a famous
Sportsman
Entertainer
Or
Brilliant mind
And find yourself
Being the significant other
sibling
Who doesn't inherent any or
receive any of your paternal
gifts or traits
Ask yourself how on earth
is that fare
And is that shadow not
hard to shiver in
A young bowler he liked to play cricket
In his career took many a wicket
the crowd he enthralls
as he shines up his balls
He tempts the Pommies to snick it
TABLE TENNIS
A keen young sportsman named Dennis
Favourite game is called table tennis
hits balls over the net
won many a set
A plumber when young an apprentice
Is it Really Sport?
Pitted and marked, scarred for life,
A Sportsman, Boxer, punched by knife.
Brutal the battle to knock his man down,
Broken features for belt and crown.
Commentator’s cliché, blood sweat and tear,
Blooded and bruised, year upon year.
A good-looking lad, till he started this game,
Permanent damage, but wealth and fame.
Is it really sport?
newport, ohio
one man butcher
pizza palace
boozed drunks riding four wheelers or
riding horses through woods on tow path in winter
air filled with burning greens
causing fog to roll down to family owned gas station
yet on the horizon
the sportsman club
gleams with sharp lights as
shooters aim to win
on the other horizon
congregation singing every sat. night
and sunday morning
I'm a home sportsman
And what a career I've had,
Watching sports around the globe,
I take the good with the bad.
I have to keep my fitness up
So I drink coffee by the cup,
Excuse me while I adjust my lounge chair,
Wow, my horse just got up.
But one thing's always bothered me,
It makes me cringe with fear,
If my remote control finger's injured,
It might end an illustrious sporting career.
Some things can’t be fixed
any other way says Bill
in his bedroom
on the third floor
hoping to get some sleep
after working the third shift.
He adjusts the scope on
his hunting rifle, makes certain
the silencer’s on right
glares out the window at
a bull terrier barking all day,
a dog that has never worked
a day in its life, Bill says.
In another minute the terrier
will never have to either
Donal Mahoney
Parody of Joyce Kilmers ‘Trees’
for Victoria Beckham
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovelier than me
A muse whose hungry mouth is best
Pouting pretty as my breasts
A verse that looks so good all day
And lifts my hands that all might pray
A model that may in summer wear
Parts of animals on my hair
Upon my bosom a sportsman lies
intimate not very wise
poems are made for fools you see
but only God could have made me
Happy Birthday.
To you my Son.
Three presents have come.
The first a calculator.
To help you learn.
All your life discern.
The next a bat and ball.
To make you fit and tall.
To be a sportsman.
Win or lose.
Play the game.
A guitar is there.
Music, every where.
Sing and rejoice.
With one voice.
Life is a happy tune.
On this special day,
Participate, all you may.
Enjoy life to the full.
Never be dull.
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