Sports Soccer Poems | Examples
These Sports Soccer poems are examples of Soccer poems about Sports. These are the best examples of Soccer Sports poems written by international poets.
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!!
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!
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
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
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.
Both France and Australia were nil-nil until extra time when Aussie Alanna Kennedy’s misdirected header during a corner kick produced an own goal for France. The goal was disallowed for a foul inside the box by a French player. But Australia had more than luck on their side. Aussie goalie, Mackenzie Arnold, was a force to be reckoned with. The vanquished French coach Herve Renard said, “We came up against a Goliath of a goalie.” Then all it took was the late substitute Cortnee Vine to calmly convert the winning penalty kick. For the first time in their history, the host team Matildas are in the World Cup semifinals!
Vine’s PK winner
Matildas’ goalie Arnold—
France shown no merci
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
Knockout stage
Women’s World Cup
Sweden
versus U. S.
In regulation
nil-nil score,
ditto
extra time—
P Ks
To decide—
U. S. A.
three missed kicks seal fate
Kudos to Musovic
and
The Blue and Yellow!
It's a sick joke
free kicks for penalties
with no infringements made.
Such is life, missed!
Plucky Jamaica shocks the Copa America winners, Brazil, in a scoreless draw that propels the Reggae Girlz to the knockout stage for the first time in only their second Women’s World Cup, and with only one goal in Group stage. Contrast that with Brazil’s first group-stage exit since the 1995 World Cup. Not the best way for Brazil’s mighty Marta Vieira da Silva to end her sixth and final Women’s World Cup.
beautiful chaos
‘how the mighty have fallen’—
Reggae Girlz advance
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Poetry notes:
"Oh How the Mighty Have Fallen" is a phrase that originates from 2 Samuel 1:19, an expression of David's lament over the death of Saul and Jonathan. It is also used today as a phrase to imply the decline of a once-great person or entity.
England’s coach, Sarina Wiegman’s decision to switch from their regular 4-2-3-1 formation to a 3-5-2 formation was a brilliant move that confused and frustrated China the entire match. With their 6 -1 victory, England remain at the top of Group D and move on to the knockout stages. This is the first time China have been eliminated from group stage during their eight Women's World Cup appearances.
Wiegman’s masterstroke
The Steel Roses bamboozled—
Lionesses roar
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.
Sam W Foss 'RATTLE of the DOLLAR
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Frustrating
Bad tasting
Bitter
Heart pumping
Bile rising
Tense
Sh*t team
Bad dream
Awful
Supporting
Supporting!
Supporting!!
Why!!!????
Time to move on
Divorce my club!
If only I could
If only I could
Forever depressed
Watching sh*t
Week on week
Year on year
Manager after manager
F*ckin rubbish
I hate to watch and
watch to hate
Occasional glimmers
But generally DIRE!!
The beautiful game
FFS Hahaha
Right, who we got next
on the hell carousel
A daytime in Madrid
Gray sky overhead
The mist forms rows
Eyeing, hesitating
As spectators in a field
Hovering for kickoff
Masses of zealots
Shining bands of fans
In the style of a royal army
The sound of shoes trampling
Moving to a specific ground
Hovering for kickoff
The reals of Madrid are tough
They defy tooth and claw
The adrenaline level is rising
Blood of steel ran in their veins
Artistic knives are at the ready
They hurt the stadium
The reds of England look anxious.
To do this, a hero must be called.
A savior in times of peril.
A leader to rally the troops.
A Liverpool that flips the tides.
Halftime is near
Relief for the Spanish is near
But there is a last terror spell
One final shot towards glory
A clip-on their lips
A blow on the Reals' souls
The fate of our heroes is unsure.
What lies next for the Reds?
But one thing is certain.
They seek victory.
Will they master the chaos of war?
Written: June 2, 2022
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