Rhyme Soccer Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Soccer poems are examples of Soccer poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Soccer Rhyme poems written by international poets.
The grass is the same in Buenos Aires and London
Argentina presses as Messi runs
National feelings, reduced to action
millions of fans with opposite reactions
England breathless as Kane goes to score
Argentina or England? Who will win one more?
One team will lose, and the other reach for glory
We're nearing the end of the World Cup story
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Tomorrow 07/15/2026 3PM US, 9pm Paris
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A song for this:
We Are the Champions (Live Aid) by Queen
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48 teams started the journey
All hoping to go far in the tourney
But one by one they were sent home
Soon 2 will be left to battle for the throne
France has booked their ticket once again
Only to face the formidable Spain
Its a semifinal sure to thrill
As both teams show their skill
England and Norway will vie for a semi-final spot today
Will the 'Vikings 'the '3 Lions' slay?
Argentina and Switzerland will also battle for a spot
Argentina is sure to come out on top
Americans won't be competing for the World Cup anymore.
The boys from Belgium sent them right out the door.
The red, white, and blue, were done in by the red, yellow, and black.
The Belgians sported a very potent offensive attack.
Yes, the final score was Belgium 4, USA 1.
The home grown guys were certainly undone.
Some American soccer fans may be shedding tears.
Their team has to wait for another four years.
The Federation of International Football Associations, or FIFA,
will never ever be accused of being "Antifa",
but their recent actions should be anathema,
because it now stands for "Federation Indiscreetly Favoring America"!
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 tree
That was the first of many games
throughout lots of years
many victories among many defeats
the atmosphere and thrill tingle my ears
Looking back now to a special memory
that first day lies special in my heart
feeling that sense of security but free
this was to mould me in no small part
That day prepared me for future life
whatever struggles of life would face
the grounding I made then framed me
to lift myself over every hilltop without a trace
playing out from the back
a slow sideways
- defensive form of attack
with such a premium on possession
-back&across
soccer with such goals
-loses its gloss
for fear of defeat
- brings negativity
boredom & much wasted opportunity
A cool Autumn morning we caught the bus,off at eleven without much fuss.One
and half return from Croft to Leigh a birthday treat from Dad to me.Hopped on a tram to Burden park to see Stan Mathews make his mark.Through the turnstile into the town end,crushed and crammed like cattle penned.
Mathews, Mortenson versus Nathaniel Lofthouse,a match for connoisseurs to watch. Wembly star Stan playing on at thirty eight still making inch perfect
crosses on a plate. Shimmy,side-step,feint and dazzle,leaving the defenders in a
right frazzle. Our ageing hero displayed all his twinkling skills,the complete pro
without modern-day frills.Most pundits considered Stan an aged has-been but no better talent had ever been seen.
Cup-winner Stan
Still playing on at thirty-eight,
Inch perfect crosses on a plate;
With shimmy,side-step and dazzle
He left the full back in a frazzle;
An aging hero with twinkling skills,
A pro sans modern day frills.
Stan = Stan Mathews of Forties football(soccer) fame
A football *memory
Just like this sport I am very old
so if I may be so bold
this memory I'll unfold
each day,when school was out
off to a green,hereabout-
the teams often numbered seventeen!
with our jumpers as posts,
no boots ,referee or
coaches ,you'd see
back and forth we'd be
'til tired out,and ready for tea
*you call it soccer over the pond
THE GREATEST
Cup-winner Stan
Still playing on at thirty-eight,
Inch perfect crosses on a plate;
With shimmy,side-step and dazzle
He left the full back in a frazzle;
An aging hero with twinkling skills,
A pro sans modern day frills.
Stan = Stan Mathews of Forties football(soccer) fame
Brian Strand | Year Posted 2017
2014 / 2015 World Cup
Jürgen and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a World Cup Title
Jürgen fell down
Without the crown-
There reigned Jill
At the top of the hill. . .
2018 / 2019 World Cup (Gold Cup)
Jürgen didn't qualify to go up the hill
All he could do was waive at Jill
On the same day Jill
Won her second in a row
(US Men's Team lost to Mexico)
Coach Jill Ellis is smart like a fox
Her US Women's National Team rocks!
Breezy and gallus with nerves of steel
In him the team's heartbeat you could feel
He was the brains of that Celtic outfit
For that he deserves this little tribute
Exploiting an opening with defence splitting pass
Which allowed his teammates to step on the gas
Not being a man to turn the other cheek
Retribution he chose often to wreak
A little man but a giant on the field of play
Bertie Auld's name on Celtic fans' lips will always stay
Here was the Lion with the necessary bite
Always and ever ready, and up for the fight
Aye happy to be called big Billy's sidekick
Clearing up the mess ,if Billy failed to do the trick
Always calm and controlled,never showy
He quietly contributed to Celtic's glory
Short in stature,big of heart
He surely played a Lion's part
Never one for the starring role
Keeping the defence safe his guiding goal
Clearly the best supporting act
With Billy that was his pact
We are talking of the great John Clark
Who helped create the pride of Celtic Park
Saltcoats born,Saltcoats bred
His darts left many a defender for dead
Had he not been flagged so often for offside
His haul of goals would have sky-highed
His quick reflexes the eye deceived
Leaving linesmen blind to his onside speed
This was a Lisbon Lion with a cheetah's pace
Forcing defenders to foul rather than chase
Faster by far than any other
He caused defences all sorts of bother
Let us recall with affection wee Bobby Lennox
To opposing teams always a marauding menace.
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.