Passion Soccer Poems | Examples
These Passion Soccer poems are examples of Soccer poems about Passion. These are the best examples of Soccer Passion poems written by international poets.
In Lisbon he scored the priceless winning goal
A man who was modest to the depths of his soul
With a deft flick he diverted Murdoch's strike to score
This winning goal to ignite the Lisbon Lion roar
He was more than worthy of this celebrated side,
The Lions who will forever be the pride of the Clyde
This Celtic player has become for all time a legend
His earthly life having come to its appointed end
Waiting on him in Paradise at the pearly gates of heaven
Billy et al will welcome Stevie of that famous eleven.
Which uniquely won a remarkable football game
To elevate them all into the soccer hall of fame.
Something you can’t fake,
It is a feeling, a lifestyle,
It is life, it’s a passion,
It is a hobby to call,
A profession to follow.
A game, like drama,
It involves speed,
It includes strength,
It brings happiness,
And dedication as well.
In competition with none,
Having the desire to play,
Trading fear for courage,
God’s gift to humanity,
An achievement in life.
There are obstacles,
There are doubters,
There are conflicts,
There will be mistakes,
But with hard work,
There are no limits.
I’m lifeless without soccer,
Having no feeling at all,
It’s my hobby,
It is my profession to be,
It’s my passion.
Way back then when I was just ten
My brain was purely devil's den
All sorts of studies - made me ill
Opened books were my sleeping pills
Started looking at girls - through pane
Way back then when I was just ten
From the elder sis of my friend
Got first love letter - 'was refrained
Playing football was my passion
Wear bell bottom - was the fashion
Way back then when I was just ten
There was Phantom and no Ben Ten
First fight with peers, first taste of blood
First taste of kiss on my taste bud
I used to live - in a bye lane
Way back then when I was just ten
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All passions and emotions combine into one synergy
country demands patriotism but our club? So much energy
celebrations and glory allow constant piracy
and a wonderful victory can never have its privacy
paying for tickets to enjoy a win is the basic
after the maximum points collected, comes next is the music.
Pitch soldiers fight with zeal so cosmic,
giving pure entertainment and fun really orgasmic
the mood in every rivalry comes with a cost,
defeat in a derby feels like holocaust.
Raising our emblems and banners for all to see
even when disgraced, the united pride will never flee.
Always kissing the badge, win or lose,
insult our integrity and heavily pay the dues.
When you are a Winner:
You get a Ticker-Tape Parade,
A Celebration,
The Keys to the City (New York),
Trophy's for the team.
Your individual Spirit is Strength for the team.
Your individual Spirit for the Nation.
A salute to the younger Challengers.
The very Best Day of your Life, Ever.
When you are a Winner,
You are Loved.
Go Team; Go Soccer!
I love Soccer with a passion
The game is rough
Skills are required
You play with your feet not with your hands
You do long kicks to make you close to scoring
You can score with your feet or your head
The goalie uses his hands to prevent scores
The sport is popular around the world
Every four years the World cup is played
Players represent the country they love
Fans travel from around the world to support their country
The crowd goes wild when a goal is scored and the players celebrate
The commentator yell's out the sound of........Gooooooooool!!!!!
THE GAME OF SOCCER!
Stadium overcrowded by
hooligans and fans
Cheering waving flags and
clapping their hands
Players on the field they’re
ready to start
There goes the whistle it pumps
up their hearts
Adding strength to the ball and
kicking it high
The ball travels overhead how
beautiful it can fly
Over center field and still it
goes strong
Pass received with ease and the
player runs long
There he goes for his
opponents goal
He dribbles through each player
he’s on a roll
He takes the shot and curves it
by
The keeper dives for it far and
high
The goalie misses it the balls in
the net
There’s a moment of silence
and no regrets
The winners jump for joy that
win was a must
Opponents heads tilt down low
they leave in disgust
A player’s life fulfilled is playing
world class
To be playing all year long on
the rich green grass
Play with heart, that’s the real
answer
Of how to play the true game of
soccer
After school I went straight to the church yard
to play soccer dreaming of being another Rossi or Beckham...
oh, every teenager has this dream when playing that game,
trying to get through defense and get that goal to excite the crowd!
And it happened quite often, getting many handshakes
from players of the opposite team admiring my technic,
but some in my team, couldn't hide their envy as they heard those shouts!
Thanks to their resentment, I became more determined, not weak!
After graduating from High School, our team broke up;
we all went different ways, never putting those memories aside,
memories of that school yard where the balmy breeze made one feel alive!
Very sad was our goodbye: hugging and crying, wishing one another good luck.
On the field of golden sands,
is a sport played with one’s feet.
A ball is kicked to one’s teammate,
to make a score, or avoid being beat.
The field lays right in the middle,
the two goals placed, outside the scene.
Players playing directly, with tenacity and passion,
as if, watched from a stadium, being seen.
Bouncing a ball, on top of their head,
or off their very knee, dribbling the ball, down the line.
The ball is passed from one to the other,
in hopes,of making the goal, from their, creative design.
The opponent deflects, and steals the ball,
To prevent the other team, to ever win.
No anger or hatred is ever shown,
with all enjoying themselves, with a friendly grin.
Smiling through a spectacular game,
if only, for a time, truly made brief.
Escaping the madness, of their world,
to find some kind of, temporary relief.