Sports Poems
+7Strike one, strike two, strike three and you’re out,
but that’s ok kiddo there’s no need to pout.
oh please oh please stop your moaning,
I don’t want to end up like a coach always groaning.
You don’t have to worry there is a next time,
It’s not like baseball is a major crime.
If you want to practice at 12:00 o’ clock,
I will have to meet you at the seventh block.
Practice makes perfect so you better not stop,
Only if you get pulled over by an unusual cop.
That doesn’t seem so likely to happen,
As long as you don’t stop and have a nappen.
Well now lets begin the fun for today,
Remember to practice and not run away.
I believe in you that you will do good,
But if you don’t I know that you could.
This poem was written/submitted by Jennifer Nixon.
+2With the flaming sun,daredevils arise,
Ruthlessly chopping novices to size;
Warlocks stealing thunder from the gods,
Freezing your senses and capturing your hearts!
The packed arena echoes with a million cheers,
The adrenalin rush allays all our fears;
What ensues is sacred insanity;
As bikers battle for Grand Prix supremacy.
We are players in this superfast Game of Death,
Around every corner lies a possible mortality check;
When an error could spell immediate doom;
Or a life of injury-induced misery and gloom.
With solemn rage, I set the track ablaze,
Racing into the lead at breakneck pace;
Light years behind my contenders lag;
Ecstatically, I grab the checquered flag!
Displaying skill,courage and artistry,
Rewriting records and creating history;
Craving the heady highs of victory,
Speed demons pursue their destiny.
This poem was written/submitted by raheel hussain.
-1You lead.
I follow,
Slowly, steadily,
Easing into speed,
Sure of support.
Blades flash –
Airborne,
Out of control –
Arms outstretched,
Brake and hold.
Recovery is smooth –
Almost painless.
Yielding to melody,
Gently gliding,
Total harmony,
Unity
In fluid movement,
Awaiting change.
Breathless pause -
Suspended motion,
Poised for climax –
Lifted high
Beyond possibility -
Then resting secure,
Complete,
At one.
This poem was written/submitted by Miriam Hennesey.
0 There are a lot of different sports.
My favorite one is soccer.
I love to play it everywhere.
If I could, even in my locker.
It’s difficult for a beginner,
But it’s easier as you learn more.
And you’ll be grateful once you have learned,
Because it’s definitely not a bore.
But it can get sweaty for every season.
Because of all the running you do.
And also all the gear katieyou wear,
Doesn’t make it any better for you.
Even though it’s sweaty,
It’s most definitely fun.
It’s my favorite sport ever,
And I’d choose no other one.
This poem was written/submitted by Deborah Mellon.
0 When I Dance
It is like I am in
A Dream.
My feet lead my heart
And I am on a cloud.
A cloud of Dreams
The music sways me
My feet lead me
I am in a trance
Everything
All my worries
Disappear
On my cloud of
Dreams
I am not a person
But an inanimate
Object
I am special
I am beautiful
When the song
Is over
I cry
I cry like
A child who has
Lost her toy
The dance
The song
Is over
This poem was written/submitted by Kacie Hiatt.
0 I arise in the morning,
With my boots at my bed,
All rested up,
For the lovely day ahead.
With my bike all clean,
And a smile upon my face,
I put on my gear,
And practice for my next race.
I head for the track,
Ready to ride,
With the hopes of going pro someday,
I keep my head up,
And my pride going high.
I’ve had my crashes,
Faults and errors,
I’ve come in contact,
With coyotes, elks and bears.
I’ve crashed a million times more,
But I kept getting back on,
For if I don’t,
I know I won’t score.
With the support of my family,
Friends and foe,
All race every race,
Until I go pro.
I’m finally here,
I can hear the screaming,
Yelling and cheers.
I’m so pumped up, I can’t believe I’m finally here.
The gate drops,
I pop it in first,
And I hit the first jump,
and take a face full of dirt.
I get up and finish the race,
At least I finsihed,
Although I took last place.
As I head for home,
And clean my bike and gear.
I climb into bed,
only to dream of Motocross babes,
And a nice cold beer.
As I drift off,
I know tomorrow will be the same,
for all crash and ride,
until the day that I die,
For I am a motocross girl,
that hardly ever cries.
This poem was written/submitted by Kendra Newman.
0 Screaming on the inside
I know nobody hears
The day goes on as usual
it’s been that way for years
Every ounce of strength is used
for what? to bring me there
I make some adjustments
and then I start to feel
my pain, my peace, my fantasy
but I know that it’s not real
The sweat rolls down my face
moving to my lips
I can taste the salt
I feel alive
I take a tighter grip
I spin and spin to get nowhere
I pretend the wetness is tears
I’ll be back again tomorrow
to spin away my fears.
This poem was written/submitted by Rachel Bacchus.
