Sports Sonnet Poems | Examples
These Sports Sonnet poems are examples of Sonnet poems about Sports. These are the best examples of Sonnet Sports poems written by international poets.
José! Your mind of lofty, lucid flow,
Reputed justly for its logic strong;
In every case, the course correct to know;
But then that day, your plan, it was quite wrong.
Full well you knew an idle pawn is vain;
You knew, and surely others must have told,
A knight in distant corner keeps no gain;
But knowing that, the fatal plan took hold.
Too wandering way, too puttering on the path;
Too little eye toward the gathering storm;
Too little care to cold and crushing math;
And so a spirit sank to Soviet form.
An hour or two upon that game you spent,
By which a light on all of life was lent.
~ A Sonnet in Iambic Tetrameter ~
Remember when we idolized
Ty Cobb, Babe Ruth, and Shoeless Joe
They seemed so great back in the day
Personas perfect, A-OK
But that was when the news was not
about their doings off the field
When little boys could really say
their heroes, golden swords did wield
Knute Rockne stood for God and right
Jack Dempsey punched with all his might
Ted Williams’ drives went out of sight
Grown men could even take delight…
But then OJ, he went to jail ~
Bruce Jenner was no more a male
High-spirited sports car enthusiasts, burning rubber
and speeding in the wind. Motorcycle lovers, making
high-sounding noises. Birds singing by day; crickets
by night. Fight off the mosquitoes, wasps, and
all creatures desiring the insides. In heat and
humidity, stay highly hydrated. Drink a lot,
stick with water and soft drinks but stay away
from the hard stuff. Be happy and be wedded,
but also, be wise. Catch a fast plane; be safe
and go far. Or take a slow train and enjoy
the terrain. Her name is Summer, a relative
of April and friends with June and August.
Going kayaking or will you fight the water rapids?
Stay-cations are out; vacations and family reunions
are back. For many a year, the roads always took me East.
But this year, my family is beckoning me to come North.
Away the land of the flame tree blossoms
Orient blown athwart a yellow moon,
to hearken the far sound of dragon drums
and ride a Phantom into old Kowloon.
To Salisbury Road Peninsula doors
where old enemies its waters journey,
where long ago in the Opium Wars
Britannia ruled the South China Sea.
Now a new tale of skirmish is retold
when two foes battled on a foreign field -
O’ but fell the armies in green and gold
whose fate was All Black and forever sealed.
And to the victors do the spoils belong
once more once upon a time in Hong Kong.
Written: November 2008
During colder winters the river freezes over
A vast sheet of ice spreading shore to shore
While the traffic awaits March’s spring thaw,
Old boatmen share traditional waterway lore
And skaters, cautiously marking the depths,
Note where the ice is much too thin to bear
The weight of the heavily clad winter reveler.
Young skaters unbalanced with arms a-flailing
Struggle to find their real strength and rhythm
Beneath them steady waters still are flowing,
Providing neither instruction nor algorithm
Like navigating the barges, downriver going,
Only time and practice will develop expertise,
Seemingly to watchers on the shore with ease.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
entered "Winter Wonders Within Nature" Poetry Contest
sponsored by M. L. Kiser
written November 29, 2021
Some win, others lose;
Try to see which way.
Most tend to confuse;
So simply, "Just play"!
Fine tune scoring skills,
Play for the big game.
Maybe take some spills,
Sure tickets to fame.
Go grab the brass ring,
Wins seem so rosey.
Make truth the top thing-
Hold up that trophy!
If you have not won,
Sports should still be fun.
Ciel, on your birth day ‘twas true to say
Heaven’s bright light rays rain’d down from above
Fast forward to fifteen years to the day
Now it’s you that brings light, laughter, and love
Kind, calm and caring, words under control
Wait! Who’s that fleet girl in cleats with the ball?!?
Rocket shot from right wing shoots straight to goal
Through back of the net...ball, keeper and all
French horn, piano, and ukulele
Swimming with sea turtles and manatee
Beautiful music and places to stay
Your trips oft start with Airbnb
Beacon of bright light for love, hope, and peace
Sweetest of sweet hearts, our Ciel Elise
Shoe Laces And I
Amidst my elementary schooled years,
Occasioned a one-timed event for me,
An age calls upon myself and my peers,
Of Hawaiian descent set by decree.
We were to attend a week-long event,
Slipper years ended with my first laced shoes,
Lacing my shoes was a taxing torment,
PG-8, our living room, win or lose.
It was on another island, all to be,
I alone, away from my family,
Studies I, and ancient sports, wild and free,
Ends, beach, barbeque, camp, new friends, and me.
The flight home, alone again with much news,
The stewardess walks kid with unlaced shoes.
2020 September 10
The show's leading lady sports a goatee
Braided armpits bear her understudy
Times have changed at the university
The cast now picked for its diversity
Two Hispanics, two Poles, and two Russkis
Five from the country and five from cities
Cuban nationals who know how to ski
African-Americans named Trotsky...
Don't know their lines, but the show must go on
They speak utter nonsense, babbling on
Down comes the curtain, the audience stunned
Angrily demanding a full refund
Yet one audience member shouts 'Bravo'
~ An albino Sudanese Eskimo
Events are canceled day and night
No sports, no concerts, wrong or right
Right now it's hard to see the light
Pandemic frenzy grips us tight
The college campus' shutting down
Though no one's going out-of-town
Most folks are wearing surly frowns
The joy of laughter does not sound
Despite all this we're still in love
We gaze in awe at stars above
And marvel at the song of doves
To drink so deep of nectars of
The gods of pleasure and embrace
From all but us they've hid their face
Most people will assume a girl can cook,
but men can make great chefs, while there are girls
who never at a cookbook took a look!
And some won’t wear a dress or fancy pearls.
We look at men and think ones super tall
are good at basketball. It might not be!
A girl is small. She can’t play sports at all?
Some girls love math! Some guys love poetry!
Old ways of thinking sometimes can be wrong.
We can’t assume a thing. Some girls today
are showing in the sport they love they’re strong!
HE wants to be a nurse; that makes him gay??
If you are good at it and love it too,
you’re equal to it, and it’s right for YOU.
Feb 9, 2020 for Kai Michael Neumann's "Gender Equality" Contest
From outfield judging eyes await your plight,
though sweat and stupor feign to your ruin.
Now pull up your trousers, cinch your belt tight...
glaring down from mound, pitch straight and proven.
Blurred ball unleashed, pitcher's swift arm uncoiled...
tho' bat be av'rage, the batter may not.
Cauldron-like blood boiled, fever'd swing loyal,
now away to skies, all eyes on prized swat.
Faithfully she watched from merciful stands,
clouds roll away from fancy, fated rush.
His chance to meet life, alone in her hands,
though startled by a bat's powerful crush.
Will you strike true in life's bewilder'g plan,
carried on shoulders of heavenly fans?
Think of us oft, when you travel afar,
On orders protecting, lives we enjoy;
You and your pals, family superstars,
We miss you every time, you must deploy.
And while you’re away, the kids will move on,
School, sports, church—and nightly prayers for their Dad;
Strong daily living; a life marathon,
Until your return, our love ironclad.
Many folks benefit from your good will,
They honor volunteer service no doubt;
And when you return, back to the sawmill,
Our own return to normal, comes about.
Thank you. We love you. You are our hero.
Our resistance to your service—zero!
August 17, 2018
BLOOD OF PAMPLONA
We dined where Papa shined his cutlery
to rid the spots before a lunchtime fare
she dressed in red, her cloak no bull could see
and bound so tight so men could see her there.
Her mounds of flesh and cleavage turned each head
they didn't know to dine her she was theirs
and easy came her love--she made her bed
with matadors who had the proper stares.
And then she raced the bulls in drunken dance
down cobblestones and dared each one of them
til she was gored and blood was circumstance
and trampled in the dung and dusty grim.
She realized her dream to her last breath
and praised the bull who brought her to her death.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
As the storm clouds gather over the sun
A tiny opening lets through beams of light
Still a swirling dark mass like a sea undone
Resting behind are beams of sunlight
Rain is needed and the clouds a delight
They offer protection from the noon's heat
Cover from summer's full sun which is bright
Maybe tonight will be a cooler treat
Despite dark clouds, there's hope for new days
Maybe sunlight for an afternoon tromp
Or some time for water sports and play
An evening filled with much romp and stomp
Dark clouds can be at sometimes aboding
But after the storm life is acclimating
Written: June 30, 2014
Inspired by: Elly Wouterse's Contest
Contest: Encore