Soccer Poems | Examples of Soccer Poetry

massed magpies in a black and white city united in joy ...

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learning how to dehydrate food was easy but it was so hard to convince them to get over the need for meat. learning dehydration was easy: expensive but easy.I couldn't forget I called my Lover, she liked doing thing with me so I found it easiest to try recipes where she would taste and motive me to...

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passing from the back-pointless posession * * based on my active & close knowledge of 80+ years...

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I am adopted and a single child having a stammer since pre-school I also loved soccer to play and watch at 12, I got to go to my first game, real cool! This was fab to go on my own for the very first time just me a real sense of freedom I stood there on the terrace standing tall as a...

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Soccer Playing soccer was my...

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I love my Soccer Saturday's. Today's the day that my team plays. Sit back, relax, enjoy a beer. If my team scores, you know I'll cheer. My feet up, whilst it's cold outside. If we lose, then I'll be mortified. So I'm praying for an easy win. Whilst hoping that my bet comes in. When the game is just about to start. Anxiety kicks...

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In the heart of the city, where legends embark. Stands the famous old stadium, they call Villa Park. A club full of honours, with a history so rich. I'm proud when I see Aston Villa on the pitch. From the very old days in the lower divisions. These days you'll remember if you are a villain. Our team Aston Villa, greatest...

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I want to feel the ground swell to share it Saturday, comes too soon drowns the afternoon and see City demoted for fair play 10,000 plastic cups a river of lager streams Its not that I'm afraid of fencing but these stadiums hem me in ...

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It was in the eighties, a winter day in Funchal, the capital of Madeira, when a woman gave birth. She was an anonymous, struggling woman sailing the seas of poverty, with three other children to feed. At first, she hesitated to have this little baby, the fourth to come, because the family salary did not cover more. Her husband, a good...

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Don’t kick my shin Lest I grin and Your chin gets kneed. Don’t touch the ball Not at all or The call will come. Don’t pass the line Tis a crime, you’ll Do time for this. Don’t hog the ball Share with all and Stand tall for team! ...

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playing out from the back a slow sideways - defensive form of attack with such a premium on possession ...

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PELE Oh Yes! I am Pele Was born poor But to be great Dad played ball I’d loved to do it better Even if the flower won’t bloom I’ll cherish what I love to do Do it in a better way, thrive! Yea!! To a better me to reckon Where is the ball, balloon rolls Where is the field? The road to greatness Even...

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If a reactive ,possession style is proclaimed it is vital to win the final football trophy game ...

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Can anyone follow the news anymore? during Euro 2024, after the UK elections, when I want to know the latest selections, In Gareth Southgate’s team, In Sir Keir Starmer’s team, with everyone analysing, prophesying, what this or that might mean. Even if we heard those songs before, all the pundits are oh so cock-sure, everyone thinks they know the score, the truth is nobody ever knows, until...

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Oh dear oh dear where is the beautiful game? behind its defensive wall it seems passing back&forth is now the be&end-all- reactive not proactive & no guile 'wing-back' sums-up this woeful style ...

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