Sports Verse Poems | Examples
These Sports Verse poems are examples of Verse poems about Sports. These are the best examples of Verse Sports poems written by international poets.
A summer of smiles, a paradise of play,
lively, lighthearted laughter, each delirious day -
I clobbered all contenders in ping-pong.
I sought and I seized every fly ball in the field
in the picturesque park where I wheeled.
The charms of childhood’s recreation revealed -
I reach back and recall a sweet summer song.
I don't know what a red card is
but know when a foul called is foul
and I know who to call to fix it!
Summer is a break in routine for many people
with schools out, summer sports, pools open, and
nature has put out it’s welcome mat and entices
everyone to come spend time there
It’s just different from other seasons
At this point in my life, I am over being super busy
and overscheduling my life. There is something
delightful in choosing activities that are focused
on just being. Being present, being relaxed, watching
something, listening to something, exploring something
I think I will make this a goal to keep this state of mind
throughout the year, and focus on just being the person
I want to be and including things and people in my life
that bring me joy, peace, and a summer state of mind
chasing red and green
arms and legs
flips and flops,
meanwhile,
in the sanctuary, grieves
a wrestler soul,
devoid of win,
or injured by mat,
or a parent’s smackdown.
passing by
the hallway depths
of a rumbling sorrow!
he knows, nor cares,
that anyone is there.
his belly bared,
like an infant
attempting to wrestle,
from side to side,
hoping to escape.
My venting lol
Cable, wifi, TV, cell phones, apps
I cannot understand how to work them all
Then suddenly a sports game on a channel I don't have
Must pay more on top of 100 monthly bill already!
Cheap charging cords that do not last
Other cords are different sizes, must get many
All these things stealing more than another penny
Sign ups for everything, never ending list of passwords
Time consuming tech things are certainly not for me
I would go back to the old days with land line and regular TV
I get tired of the battles trying to do what needs to be done
I had an easier time writing/marketing on the old computer
I was one of the last people to get email, friends wondered why?
I know why...because tech things and I don't mix!
Heidi Sands
5/9/26
(C)opyright
Freshman high school cheerleader,
long hair the color of the summer berry,
heights of strawberry flight.
Lithe athlete with sky-hued eyes,
smile of a garden fairy.
Teenage enthusiasm,
flier,
storming the sidelines.
Crowd with alumni roaring,
celebratory September night,
heights of strawberry flight.
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The kickoff hangs like a question mark~
sudden death rules apply.
Fourth down, and the play clock’s ticking
while the blitz crashes in, unblinking.
A Hail Mary arcs through the frozen dark,
a spiraling gamble against the sky.
The end zone waits, arms wide or stark~
did it catch? The crowd holds its reply…
Fog’s cleared, now think pink.
No snow,
however the show
will be
where I go.
Knee deep in cotton candy.
I will joyfully
kick up the flakes,
heaven’s sugar flakes
In the pink
with the Buffalo Bills.
Okay a footfall…shhhh
football ;)
Parading around like an emperor, how sad.
Just make it easy on yourself.
Has it ever crossed our brilliant mind?
I don’t want this.
Heir to the fortune.
Education, sports, the arts.
The top of every field.
I must always remain at the top.
That’s right, here and now I…
Must not lose.
It is only natural,
to take the world for my own.
I am the Ace, the emperor.
Who do you think you’re talking to?
I won’t lose,
I absolutely cannot lose.
Warrior,
Kill.
Just a kid
hardly knew him
Seemed friendly enough
nice smile, he wore
When I last saw him?
Oh, I dunno. Few days ago
He was walkin’ toward the river
come to think of it
Friends. Yeah, one girlfriend
though haven’t seen her lately…
Not much for sports, I don’t think
Kept pretty much to himself, you know
That’s about all I can think of
I’ll be gettin’ along now…
a September sun-soaker
strolling across parking lot
in baby blue slip-on Skechers
so comfy, floating on afternoon
wearing Bills T-shirt, G-O B-I-L-L-S
still I’m not glued to the game
I’ll watch the recaps; must prioritize
reading, writing, studying, grooving
water my lantanas, hubby did
since we’re not seeing rain
perhaps the weather holds back
its tidings for a sudden snowfall
a nice lacy glisten, inches high
seeds planted in suspense, sea
of white waves and arctic air
dare we dream for fancy flakes
pumpkin patch, batting eyes
a little early, they morse code
orange is best and mellifluent leaves
kick that idea around and S-C-O-R-E
In this country
Politicians line their pockets from back-door deals
Sports figures kneel with raised fist, and protest our flag
Hollywood celebrities exclaim they will leave our country
Silicon Valley tramples on free-speech norms
Corporate elites rig systems to transfer wealth
and live more royally than kings of yore, while
Children hunger
for food
for love
for protection from abuse
Where are the marchers,
the protesters with cardboard placards
funded by big money,
Declaring that these,
the youngest of us
have a right to a life?
That simply being born
is not enough?
Where are those God-fearing pickets?
The Trade Deadline
Every year it seems
sports teams have a trade deadline
I rather be a player not the spectator
so I do not know a lot
but this small thought
of trades made me smile
You see
I just made a trade of my own
I traded 100 acquaintances world wide
in return
I got only one person
with the kindest heart and soul
even her team hat, brought me a smile that glows
My team will always be a team of hearts
red with passion, determination
soft with a caress of kindness
in gardens, where flowers are the only weapons
I am tinged with sadness
at humanities loss
I rather one with a voice of love
so as 1000 babies do not have to cry
Low flight that bends
The whorling sphere
In whistle-talk bounce-stops
Grass stains that streak
The dimpled-egg sitting white
March! March! On and on
Then climb the air-ladder
And peak in the blue
Slide! Slide! Down and down
The grade so swiftly weak
Impact flat, deepen, kick
And gently sit up
Arrogant
Free…
Again we meet and dimpled, smiling
You tease me openly to test
Your whistle-talk, marching, climbing
Sliding bounce-stop and the rest
When it came to love
I had no real plan
I know I wanted to connect in an intimate way
with experimentation and playfulness
I was short on experience
there was a pandemic
I’d had few ‘at-bats’
that’s a sports metaphor
Much of it seemed surreal and abstract
like we’d entered another realm of everyday places
there was a subtle unpredictability
that was unfiltered, instinctive and unapologetically unhinged
freedom permeated every element
still, our collaboration allowed for honest conversation
I remember asking, “What are we doing?”
Thinking back, It underlined how vastly different our two experiences were
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Songs for this:
Overtime (pt 1) by Mk.gee [E]
Blur by embrs & astralcurrent