Underdog Poems | Examples

Great Tiny Apple

Great tiny apple 
Consequence of branches untrimmed 
Will anyone bother to learn 
That you are
Defiantly delicious?

The Underdog

Anybody, who is struggling,
Is my people
The one with the color purple,
Who will one day earn and own the ring.

I love fighters, who are not backstabbers,
I don't like haters or fake lovers,
I adore freedom fighters
As I abhor bullies and predators.

I love the underdog,
Who works smart, trains hard
And who fears neither fire nor fog.

That doesn't mean I like Mr. or Ms. Frog,
The one who will commit fraud
In order to win like a casuistic coward.

Copyright © September 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.

Underdog Alleluia

Underdog Alleluia

By Mark D. Stucky
Why do we love underdogs?
Why root for ragtag Rockies
and scruffy low-rated teams
coming from behind to win?
Why adore unlikely triumphs
against impossible odds?

Our culture can still remember
underdog-filled Bible stories,
from David and Goliath’s battle
to the meek inheriting the earth.

And America was once an underdog,
rebelling against earth’s mightiest empire.
Although Britain wielded superpower might,
and colonists fielded motley militias,
somehow, against improbable odds,
America survived and thrived.

In the centuries since,
the story transformed.
America became Goliath.
What will be our story now?

(First published in The Purpled Nail, 2 June 2023.)

(Photo by Kara Carelle on Unsplash.com.)

Polly Purebred Saved By Underdog

Polly Purebred was a bit too stuck up for my taste.
But Underdog was always there, with a heave and a haste.
I remember being shocked when I saw him in color in 1964.
Picturing him in blues, not reds, now seeing him down to his core.

He flew across the screen at Polly’s first whistle.
His cape was smooth and clean, without thorns or a thistle.
Polly Purebred never stop yelping, not a favorite with me.
But Underdog always saved her, with a bit of cartoonish glee.

The Underdog

Anybody, who is struggling,
Is my people
The one with the color purple,
Who will one day earn and own the ring.

I love fighters, who are not backstabbers,
I don’t like haters or fake-lovers,
I adore freedom fighters
As I abhor bullies and predators.

I love the underdog,
Who works smart, trains hard
And who fears neither fire nor fog.

That doesn’t mean I like Mr. or Ms. Frog,
The one who will commit fraud
In order to win like a casuistic coward.

Copyright © September 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.

The Underdog

The Underdog

The underdog wasn’t expected to last this long
The status quo, the elite were sharing, 
Didn’t return as expected
World order in the balance, at tipping point
All those who were fed, are now struggling to eat
The world banked on democracies defeat.
Ukraine is still standing
Punch drunk but aware
The aggressor and expected victor being
Mutilated on the field and still the disbelievers
Spout venom in his defence, hoping he’ll
Recover and order will return.
But that’s long gone. The plan was three days
Until the end. They waited until conspicuous
And then had to act. Delayed delivery while
words dripped blood down the wall. 
Fortunately, principled countries are literate.

When it’s over; the delaying guilty
Will pretend, it’s the right result.
Of which it is for the underdog.

Behind the scenes, in the corridors of
Power, they’ll rue their mistakes and 
Costs will be counted.
Forever gone the good times; never be the same.

But when victory comes even the doubters and 
Losers will shout, Slava Ukraine!

David Cox 05/08/22

The Underdog

Insecure bullies seek their prey
Prepared for attack
Finding a vulnerable target
To fulfil the worth that they lack

Their victims are not the weak
They are the kind, gentle or unsure
They don’t possess meanness 
That is the bullies irresistible lure

Victims are often described as the Underdog
I believe this term does not pertain
The only dog between a bully and their victim
Is the one that is entirely to blame …..

Underdog

They laughed at us when we selected our books but we learnt how to read.
They poured scorn on the way in which we held our ink but we learnt how to write.

They got comfortable in the airs and privilege but we learnt how to persevere.
They scoffed at the way we talked and danced and sang but we learnt how to sing.

They balked at us when we set sail but we learnt how to swim.
They wanted to watch blood pour from our veins but we learnt how to heal.
They’d turned their noses up at our food but we learnt how to feed.

They wanted to see tears in our eyes but we learnt how to see.
They wanted to see us crawl, beg and steal but we learnt pride and dignity.

They pushed us and taunted us, they’d tried to make us lose…

but…


…we learnt how to win.

There Will Be Another Blessed Day

When you lose
Remember
There will be another blessed day
There will be another play
Another fuse
To burn, to stay alive
And to do high five.

Life has a ton of surprises
Remember
Forthcoming are more prizes
There will be a blissful day
There will be another play
Never give up, stay well
And alive; and wait for the bell.

Let the ball roll
May it be in the Super Bowl
Play your role
To clear the pole
Enjoy the last play
Enjoy your stay today.

Copyright © February 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

The Underdog

Jab. Jab. Jab.
An underdog's blessed gloves enter battle.
Fighting for the reigning title.

Left. Right. Right. Left.
With a divined dance of the feet,
a silver throne to be his seat.

Upper cut. Liver shot.
Angels swirl around the ring,
an upset soon would be seen.

Mocking tongue. Eyes widen up.
Lightning in veins, thunder in punch,
a young warrior makes his opponent hunch.

Unleased bow... round house.
God nods to the child of the cruel sport,
the young man looks down at the canvas, nothing more to report.

Saturday, November 6, 2021

The Underdog

cat 
looks to you for 
a steady feed
occasional scratch 
vague companionship
nothing more-nothing less...
you're not his friend, you're his pet
the times you're at your pinnacle 
is the time he's somewhat less... 
when your deep into your blueness 
is when he becomes quite oblivious. 
          
            cat
wishes for your demise
his goal is simple (with iron paw)to rule the pride
but size and numbers are not to his advantage
he'll bide his time  he's patient-wise, 
As you become 
to loving
to suffocating
to dull..
to heavy
like a bored lover  he'll split 
with only silent explanation..
leaving behind his artwork 
on the cherry wood headboard
and a masterpiece in the litterbox  

                    cat 
doesn't care if he's busted your heart
or obsess about his whereabouts
he's always held a grudge because of: 
the castration
the declawing
the confinement
the prisoners mash...
out in the hard world of the vagabond
you've made cat 
the heavy
underdog

Knee Replacement

you said I was a wuss; 

you said I couldn’t take it.

You said I’d make a fuss; 

you said I wouldn’t make it.

what you said did not make sense; 

you didn’t think I had the guts;

now you’ll  feel the difference; 

with my new knee in your nuts.

The Crown of the Underdog

The crown of the underdog

In the oblivion of failure
A nameless person takes your place
Your face loses a name
Your eyes too ashamed to look up
You never looked out
Now you introspect
A new idea is conceived
A dream is birthed
Another climb begins
Deserted and lost
Strength only dwells within
The summit beckons
A former defeatists has just won
Astonishment buries the dismissive
Unpredictable to the optimists
Denials from the skeptics
A name for the nameless
A faceless face now beams pride
Let the limelight enhalo a head
The crown for the underdog

I Remember Underdog

I remember Underdog and Mighty Mouse; crime fighting heroes of my childhood.

Every week, they’d save the world from evil characters.

Where would I be if they hadn’t?

The Underdog

Like a beacon shining with eternal bliss
The victorious underdog will always exist
As the true diehard David and Goliath fan
Resourceful as the incredible shrinking man
Motivated by lack of respect and esteem
Never saying die and fulfilling the dream

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