Short Sportsmanship Poems
Short Sportsmanship Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sportsmanship by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sportsmanship by length and keyword.
In swim trunks, the balls were out.
Each one scored a mighty shout.
digressed to a maul,
in a beachside brawl
Winners were in serious doubt.
Coach Belichick must have stumbled
New England gets the Jet’s jumbled
Game signals to read
All exposed—was this deed
An interception play fumbled?
Passion and hunger
Spirit flowing through our veins
Breeds many winners
The ultimate play,
Sportsmanship and the joys of
Participation
They were in disagreement about the basketball foul line.
Soon yelling and screaming, boys numbering eight or nine.
Some of them ran off, but two became rebelliously loud.
Sportsmanship tested, said their fathers, feeling proud.
He accidentally
Punch the referee
He bowed down to her level
And apologized his mistakes
He completely withdraw
The physicality of the moment
Brought his anger to zero
And concerted it to humility
Changed his face, bowed his head
And made himself smaller and shorter than her.
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
I felt my finger nails digging into his back
What an intensified sexual moment
I never knew that tears could roll
Down the cheeks of a robust man
he wept! he sigh! he came
Again, and again and again
was it a sportsmanship or
an injury cat on a Hot Tin Roof?
Soldiers fear Warship,
Labourers hardship,
Demons fellowship,
Tribes citizenship,
Chaos leadership
Thugs Governorship
Loners long friendship
Fat Guys sportsmanship
Backbenchers headship
Men secretaryship:
Another man's Worship...
Fear is a spread thing
Mine fails not to ring.
In "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,"
I felt my fingernails digging into his back during an intensely charged moment.
I was surprised to see tears rolling down the cheeks of a strong man—he wept!
He sighed! He reached his climax, time and again.
Was it a display of sportsmanship or a sign of injury?
," I felt my fingernails digging into his back during a profoundly charged moment. It was striking to see tears streaming down the face of this strong man—he was unguarded! He sighed deeply and reached his climax again and again.
This was not just a display of sportsmanship; it was a clear expression of inner turmoil
An innocent game of release
made dirty by a devious trick
devised by Sean’s older brother, Brandon.
“Guys, we give up!”
he yelled.
The treeline bustled with life
as kids emerged from the woods;
Cubscouts crawled from the underbrush--
“Just kidding!”
he added as he tagged
the bewildered players
against their protests.
It is not a conversation you overhear,
Like the questions rolling underfoot,
"Who goes there?".
You can see the grass has told
How tall to grow
To the chicory, dandelions and clover.
At the edge of the pitch
Where competition is stiff,
They grow bigger, taller and bolder;
Yet in each new match, every plant,
Agrees to a height and no taller.
Till in the next field over, where it's wild and fallowed,
It's to the death, all bets are off, and no foul.
2,21,2020