Rhyme Soccer Poems | Examples
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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 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
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 in and plays its part.
My team is now in cruise control.
I'm just needing them to score a goal!
They take a shot; the ball goes in.
It's looking like an easy win.
As I sit there chewing on my nails.
Whilst hoping that my team prevails.
You keep an eye upon the clock.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
As the referee then blows for time.
Yes!! That's it!! Victory's mine!!
We live to fight another day.
I love my Soccer Saturday!!
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
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 that final whistle blows.
Everyone’s riding their luck, their chance,
pick up a history book, take a glance,
they never write any of them in advance.
That 2-1 defeat hurt, but it was no disgrace,
after all England, still claimed second place,
so I will congratulate Spain,
and celebrate how far our team came,
give our manager and players, respect that's due,
that's the least, that anyone can do.
The news from the US, just got even worse,
it's time that I returned to my verse,
or read the latest on Port Talbot steel,
then go back to following Labour's New Deal.
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.
The whistle goes and the crowd roars,
I hope that my team is the first to score.
Everyone has a song to sing,
As the ball flashes past to our man on the wing.
How can the players run so fast,
Adn to keep on running until the last.
From a throw in you can almost touch your favourite,
But he is concetrating and won't notice even a little bit.
Then the number 10 steals a yard,
He strikes the ball so sweet and so hard,
Right into the top corner where you can see the net ripple.
There's a sudden pause then the crowd all cheer, the players hug and they go flying by,
The emotions so strong I have seen grown men cry!
The US women’s team used to dominate them all
as everybody else was watching men play football
now as everybody else values their women more
the US national team once so dominant will fall
For 2 long years, I really did try,
But every week I just seemed to be passed by.
But then suddenly on the noticeboard, I saw something quite untoward,
Suddenly my life was full of pride,
I'd finally finally made the side.
The other boys seemed to have a natural gift,
Between them and me there seemed to be such a rift.
But I've made it now and I'm full of cheer.
Hey, maybe I will be Captain next year.
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
He is marvelous when it comes to issues of development.
He has been named the nation`s hottest footballer at the moment.
In the field of play he outshines, dazzles and dribbles past opponents.
An inspiration, through his foundation, he pays school fees for students.
A philanthropic star midfielder who dribbled past poverty to prosperity.
A visionary, his academy is taking shape, it will propel others to immensity.
He plays as a central midfielder for English Premier League club Aston Villa
and the Zimbabwe national team. He plays with charisma and is a solid pillar.
He was an Under-13 player for Njube Sundowns before joining Bulawayo’s Bosso.
Since he excels, if football were music, Marvelous Nakamba would be a valiant virtuoso!
When young, I drooled over muscular soccer thighs.
I did not a rip about deep blue skies!
I even dated a super FIFA star!
To me, he was a bronzed, god-like,and from Mars.
I’d give up penning boring rhymes.
To once again see those thighs and deeply, sigh!
********
Written whilst watching the UEFA_Euro Tournamant
UK vs Italy ....7/11/2021.... Sorry, UK lost!!
~Soccer Thighs reference~
Helmut Rahn is the player referred to!
He played Forward for West Germany.
In FIFA records, Helmut is number 8
after scoring 10 goals in one game.
7/13/20/1
~2~
Four score, nothing there
Ukraine lost the Roman hosted sporting affair
Back in London Boris raises a Saturday pint
Proclaiming success on this summer’s night
Soon the red, white boys will be coming home
Right now, Wembly is dark and alone
Waiting for Tuesday’s Spanish Inquisition
Italy goalers planning their position
But as for the Danes
Wednesday is their game
A fairy tale
Against the old guard writing the daily mail
No reason to complain
Dickens and Anderson will be talked about noting societal fame
UK will put up their best
Defending a modern-day stadium nest
While those from Denmark
Will be able to hark
Under the lights in the evening’s dark
Hollering Christian ‘we love you’
While turning Nordic Leif on Erikson too
A protagonist inside the sports book pages
Hero to those counting wages
British need to hold serve
To get what they deserve
A trip to the Championship round
And a trophy worthy of a couple pounds
Giving to the victor who wins it all
Competing in UEFA European futbol
Billionaires own clubs,
Fans own football.