Summer Sports Poems | Examples
These Summer Sports poems are examples of Sports poems about Summer. These are the best examples of Sports Summer poems written by international poets.
A perfect summers day with the sky turquoise blue
A faint breeze through the trees and pink flowers in bloom
Out on the green they are dressed in their best.
Bright team colours, we expect nothing less.
At the start of the game they gather and stay.
Til someone in charge shouts out “Let’s play”.
The grass is so dry the bowls speed down the green.
Looking out from the pavilion a classic summer scene.
The bowls clack together as they fight for the jack.
Each rink changes sides back and forth, forth and back.
The game draws to a close and it’s on a knife edge.
Our team steals the show with one point ahead.
It’s time for tea after a grand day of fun.
Some opt for a pint and a fresh saffron bun.
Eric swam in a pool of dreams
Score and five years passed people's squeams
Contest of quick start
Conquest of brave heart
Standing strong with flag's tiny gleams
dog day afternoon
flash of distant thunder
play suspended
POND
ice skates
summer swim
where i’m surrounded
subdued by dobermans
i stand very still, coping
“Ripples of fur and water sport“
4/20/2023
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If baseball were life and
innings were seasons,
I'd sometimes play the Center-
a neutral spot with few extremes,
time enough for Short Stop dreams.
Don't care to be First-
it takes too much ego
Second is always forgotten.
Three is definitely, surely out
evading the Third degree.
Right is that nev--er/ne--ver land--
a place your brain goes to die.
Of all positions and spaces of Play,
I prefer to be out in Left Field.
There's no place Home.
(Always keep the ball on your eye.)
A CRICKET vignette
mid-summer,evening league cricket.
Fifty years fade from view
they’ve labelled it
Twenty-Twenty & think
of it as something new.
T20 is its new name
a fast action cricket game
Now, has world-wide acclaim-
An evening sport of my youth
Re-packaged..in truth ..long -in-the-tooth
NOTE:Twenty overs a side cricket,under lights, is set to rival soccer as a
spectator sport,was played in the early 'f'ifties as an amateur evening
league after work,lasting approx two hours,in May thru July before the evening light faded.Nothing new under the sun,except for marketing men! Watch out this could become as popular as baseball.
I grew up in the high Appalachians
Near the rim of the newest parklands,
Before strangers discovered the beauty
And the possibilities of running the rapids,
Enterprising out-of-staters saw promise
Buying up the small farms and fields,
Making them summer whitewater camps.
Now, real money is being made while
The seasons allow the sounds of laughter,
Drowning out dejected sighs of poverty
In the high Appalachians where I was born.
written September 12, 2021
strawberries and cream
wimbledon on the tv ~
british summertime
Bite size Poetry Contest - 11
sponsored by Line Gauthier
07/06/21
End of summer whistles through trees,
Like skylarks floating on the breeze
Staying awhile, a month or more,
Until winds come in howling roar
Blowing sleet, snow, and bitter freeze.
Summer temps creep down by degrees,
Despite extremely humid sprees
I recall September’s rainy tour,
End of summer.
Weathermen give no guarantee,
Weather-watchers won't disagree
June and July sudden downpours
Can alter the league’s baseball scores,
But football hurts from early freeze
End of summer.
Out of the yard
daughter Bev & me
on a hot summer day
of Eighty-three
Hastoe to Cadsden,
there and back
eight hours in the saddle..
for our first all-day
hack
Onto the canter path
down to Paines End
through Fox Lane
our route did wend
into a copse missing branches low
keeping the pace
to an even flow
Up to Dunsmore
by the Black Horse
via Little Hampden
we followed the course
down to
Chequers &
into Pondswood
up the hill
as ast as we cpuld
At to the Plough pub
tethered the horses
to the garden trees
ordered a ploughmans
with pickle&cheese
feet up awhile
for a long rest
enjoying a pint
of the landlord's best
then
into the saddle
no more time to laze
off at a canter
in the afternoon haze
Back in Hastoe
as the clock struck four
to stack the tack
on the stable door
Year Posted 2007
Yellow
Bright light
Long days
To play
Sun fun
Get burned
Skin red
Cream skin
Summer
Picnic
Hot grill
Smells good
Eat now
Tree shade
Play sports
Let's swim
Day ends
Sundown
Date Written:5/29/2021
1 Place
FOOTLE FINALE Contest Judged: 8/28/2021
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Baseball
competitive, athletic
watching, playing, following
single, double, triple, homerun
hitting, pitching, fielding
American, popular
summer
Surf’s up,
Heads are down,
Timing their move,
Concentrated frown,
Salt lips,
Hard swallow,
Adrenalin pumping,
There is no tomorrow,
The white horses charge,
Their chariots follow,
Surfing speeding waves,
Above a spray crested hollow,
For just a few seconds,
Taming the waves,
Anticipating the way
That nature behaves,
With triumphant abandon,
And balance supreme,
Living the moment,
Living the dream …
The season’s almost over
One game left to go
It was better than expected
Much worse than I had hoped
So many blown saves
For fans watching on TV
A walk off home run
For the opposing team
As the home team in our park
T-ball rules to shorten games
Speed wasn’t what first drew me in
Or the reason
I watched the game
in the first place
Ha! I said it
FIRST PLACE
The dream of spring
When life begins
But Spring was Summer
And now its passed
The season’s gone now
Much too fast
And I’m left wondering
If there’ll be
A season next year
For an older me.
The sweat was wiped off the brow
The spoon was stirred as they knew how
For 18 times they tried to win
A story state to be in
And KG woke to find a haul
Of wooden spoons counted one and all
How to curb such an embarrassment
Even when The Advertiser had it sent
So they dili and dali about
Or how do I let the hurt and shame out
A summer now so quietly spent
Looking as bad as Tex’s ear is bent.
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