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Love Poems About Basketball or Basketball Love Poems
by Brian Jinanwa |
Categories: basketball,

Basketball Lifestyle

Basketball
It's not a sport
It's a lifestyle
No one understands
What it means to play it
Not for the money
Not for the fame
But the love for the game
Basketball
Not a sport
It's a lifestyle


by Jonathan White |
Categories: passion, sorry, teen

Sorry

"Sorry" doesn't cut it.
Well neither does a butter knife.
I guess I'll have to say "sorry" 
For being in your life.
"Sorry" for being black.
And doing what i do best.
Like RAP, BASKETBALL and SWEAT.
Instead of studying for a test.
"Sorry" for being imperfect
"Sorry" for getting sick
"Sorry" for being a man
"Sorry" for makin' you tick
There are some things you cannot change
Like color and heredity.
There's one thing I forgot to say.
"Sorry" for bein' me.

**************
This is sort of a sarcastic poem. I love me. :)

by Cherie Durbin |
Categories: children

There's a Sport for Everyone

"There's a Sport for Everyone" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "The Farmer 
in the Dell".

There's a sport for everyone,
There's a sport for everyone-
Baseball, soccer, basketball;
Sports are so much fun!

Bonus activity: Ask each child which sports they participate in or would like to try. 
Explain that there is a sport for everyone, no matter your physical capabilities. Some 
sports like English horseback riding may require more mental skills than physical. Tell 
children, "If you try a variety of sports, you're sure to find one you love!"

by Rocell Grace Aranas |
Categories: baby, baseball, basketball, beauty, bible, cousin, crush,

Lovers' Moon

Oh,, this is gonna be the night
Feelin’ the warmth of this incredible sight..
I will love you with all my might.
Holdin’ you in my arms so tight..

My lips run into neck..
And I whisper in your ears
“Let’s make love in the full moonlight”…
Let’s make a night…

Sweet, gentle breeze touches our skin
We  are dancing to the rhythm of love
Let me be the one   tonight
Who will embrace you so tight? 

Let’s make love in the moonlight
Let the swaying leaves be the witness
Of this sweet love we have
Let the soft, gentle wind touch our skin..

Let’s make love tonight..


by Ray Dillard |
Categories: death, grief,

The Game

The game is his friend.
Always there for him.
Never turning him away.
Inviting him to visit
And giving him the 
Best seat in the house.
In front of the screen.

It is his sport.
Replacing baseball, football,
Basketball and all others.
It lets him score 
And makes him feel
Like a winner.
Like a champion!

The game is his sustenance,
Feeding his thoughts,
Shaping his soul,
Controlling his mind,
Closing the door to family.
To intervention.
To the world.

Anger grows behind 
Raised brows and widened eyes.
Desensitizing him.
Honing his skills and
Numbing his feelings.
Making him blind to life.
Making death easy.

Without compassion,
Without love.

by Jazzy Melnyk |
Categories: basketball,

Ode to Basketball

Defending, passing, and shooting the ball,
The girls on my team are really tall.
I try to give my very best,
And it always seems to really impress.

The sound of squeaky shoes draws near.
We make a shot and fans start to cheer.
I dribble the ball in my hand.
My team runs the play just as planned.

The game is tied with seconds to go,
But we won by making the last free throw.
My love of the game is very strong.
The basketball court is where I belong.

by Natasha Horton |
Categories: adventure, allah, angel, anger, basketball, best friend, car,

Complicated Love- From Kishiea Davis

Love can be complicated

Like a disarranged puzzle that is passed by daily

No one bothers to put the broken pieces together

All alone, waiting for that special touch

To embrace each piece with gentleness and care

When that special mind that longs to complete and discover the beautiful image

That no one has yet to bring to fruition

The smile that can be seen through the eyes which sees all the perfect imperfections

Making the puzzle so unique and dope its own way

Far from any other puzzle

Challenges unraveling this particular artwork

The optimistic mind brought to life

Which makes the appreciation last forever

Love

Complicated, yet worth the wait 


by Amin Jacek Pedziwiater |
Categories: basketball, hate, love, me,

is done

Only I hate is Love
       Switching any way
 In of at last ends out


by Bj Fard |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allah, america, angel, anger, angst, anniversary, art, baptism, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, blue, body, brother, bullying, business, butterfly, cancer, car, care, career, caregiving, cat, celebration, celebrity, change, character, child, childhood, children, christian, creation, dedication, faith, for her, forgiveness, friendship,

Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

by Izzy B Hearty Brave Heart |
Categories: basketball, best friend,

I wrote this in High School

this place, my sanctuary, my domain.
there's no other place i'd rather be, 
than here playing the game.
love the sound of the net, when the ball hits.....
and the feel of the ball within my grip.

this place, my sanctuary, my domain.
forever for this place, i will feel the same.
want to be here and only here.....
stepping out on that floor 
with no pain nor fear...

love the sound of the ball beating on the floor 
and the screams of the crowd when my three pointer soars....
forever for this place i will feel the same..... 
there's no other love like the love i have for this game...

by Bj Fard |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, age, anger, baptism, basketball, body, bullying, care, cat, celebration, child, childhood, children, conflict, crazy, creation, dedication, discrimination, dream, education, family, kids, forgiveness, growth, hate, health, heart, hero, lost, magic, miracle, music,

Love And Pricks

I Love the elderly so full of history I love my generation who kept me a mystery I love the children who's future, now bright for I have died for them to capture the light for i understand pain more than ever once I released it the anger got better as it went away from the people and into my music without a single reason to prove it without a reason to let Love's light in I didn't, it found me and lesser I sin God and my father both let me know it would all be okay so very long ago even tho the road would be full of pricks even back then I'd tell them you can all suck my dick. -Bj Fard

by Derek Westbrook |
Categories: baby, basketball, beautiful, break up, lost love,

Anita anita

Anita anita I don't know what I would do if is really Anita Anita but just remember I really Anita anita

by James Horn |
Categories: basketball, success,

On A Back Road Again

On A Back Road Again

Have been on a back road again
While I cannot remember when;
God created great girl for me
And sure was such a sight to see.

Soon back road reached its end
So this letter to her will send;
Remember guitar I once had,
Lost it one day and am so sad.

Reminds me of my love I lost
Around by her was being bossed;
She never wanted to be my wife
Went out and took her own life.

How I wish it never did occur;
It was I who God made for her,
And am now unhappy every day
Now that she has passed away.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

by Triston Ross |
Categories: abuse, allah, baseball, basketball, bird, blue, boat, candy, cat,

Poem 2 You

If I had to live a day without you in my life 
it would be like Living without the warmth of the Golden sunshine and light,
It would always be a rainy day without you

Blue skies that are clear and bright
Would be out of sight only
Grey clouds and storms in view
Without a dear and special friend like you.
A colourful and cheerful rainbow
Would simply not exist if you were not
Apart of my life.

You Bring me Laughter, Sunshine,
Warmth and Light making my
Life a pleasure and Real Delight adding sunny
Happy hours and filling all my days
With warm hot rays of summer sunshine and showers of love and 
Friendship Divine
I want you in my Life Always.

by Michael Miers |
Categories: assonance, autumn, bangla, baptism, basketball, beauty, books,

blonde beatrice

to be in love again
like before.  like the movie.
when you can feel the universes are
all
just the right size
and everything fits like a

glove

by Jessica Durham |
Categories: funny, life, lost love, love, teen, love,

"A Trip Down Memory Lane"

Coors Lite, Food Fight,
My bros dirt bike, and kisses good night,
Orangutan Sex, "I give it a ten"
Billy Bob and Bacon, his little pig friend.
In the dark playin' basketball,
Don't forget about Niagra Falls.
What kind of hips do you want?
It seems we can't agree,
Candy Shop, PDA, A BIG mouthful of me.
Varsity Blues, The "I Love You's"
Makin' Cookies that look like pancakes,
But all of these things just lead to a heartbreak.


This poem is for Terry Bell!
He was my first "true love".
We aren't together now,
But I still Love him.
Let's face it...
I ALWAYS will!

by Diet Water |
Categories: addiction, angel, bangla, basketball, beauty, bridal shower, first love,

thongs on fire and other storys

my thong is on fire 
i'm up for hire 
but no one will 
so i started selling pills
i needed the cash
but then somebody found my stash
it wasn't even drugs just mashed up smarties
so no one's gonna be getting high at their parties
this life is just way to sad
that's why i decided to move in with my dad.
 

by Roberlynn Jones |
Categories: life, love,

Will not Make me Fall

You can crush me, beat me, call me out name
The same fact remain, that I will stay the same
You can cheat, trick, remain to call me a *****
But in my heart I will remain rich
You can bounce me around like basketball
But you will not make me fall

by Steve Michael |
Categories: passionlove, passion,

My Passion

My passion is sports, always has been, always will be...

Be it, pro football, college football, baseball, college basketball, pro basketball,
hockey or soccer, I love it all...

I live and die by my favorite teams, be it the Braves, Cowboys, Penn State or Flyers, I'm
a passionate and emotional fan...

I cheer loudly when they do good, and yell even louder when they screw up...

I love my teams, and, I'll never apologize for my passion for them....

by Yolanda Scott |
Categories: beautiful, crush, feelings, friend, love, boy,

The Boy Next Door to The Man I Adore

The sun radiates my face 
when I think of the place 
the boy next door
the silly smile on his face
the jersey he wore 
on the basketball court
to his tight fitting pants
as we danced on the floor
the finest looking brother
a true friend, not my lover
my mind often wondered
as  we became less younger
like the forbidden fruit 
we have love for one another
and every so often
paths do cross
that man in the suit
I knew would be you
the boy next door 
to the man I adore
a man of decision
that towers with vision
the oldest of three brothers
has the walk of his father
and as each time we met
his vision had grown taller.






by M. L. Kiser |
Categories: baseball, basketball, football, fun, games, softball, sports,

The Play Is Made

Oh, how I love a good game; I anxiously await my turn, And then I make my play. I also love a good play; Good scripts, for which I’m always game; Stories with a good turn. When the tides of stories turn, It just makes the play Afterwards, for coffee I’m game. On weekends, I love a good poker game; it’s a game that can quickly turn on a wrong play.

by Mark Concepcion |
Categories: basketball, cute love, girl, hello, how i feel, i miss you, sad,

whispered love

Whispered Love

thank you,
you came into my life, with no regrets,
full of support and i'm blessed to have you.
you know how much i love you.

my never ending love for you, and to our cute lovely girls. will remain forever.

thank you,
for giving me your trust, 
no dust and lust, can destruct my focus,
to have a better yet GOD fearing family.
and to pursue our dreams.

always believe in GOD i know he's there always 
to guide and bless everyone.

sounds cheesy but it’s true.. 
i

by Dennis Davis |
Categories: i love you, joy, love, success,

Things I Know I'll Never Do

things I know I’ll never do

I’ll never ride the winning horse in the Kentucky Derby
I’ll never throw a winning touchdown
I’ll never swim the fastest race
but I’ll always love you

I’ll never win a boxing match
I’ll never dunk a basketball to win the game
I’ll never run the fastest mile
but I’ll always love you

I’ll never be a great baseball player
I’ll never score the winning goal
I’ll never ski a downhill race
but I’ll always love you

even though those things I’ll never do
I’ll always love you
I’ve achieved so much more in my life
no one else can say you are their wife
I am the winner of my life

by Jerry Wells |
Categories: basketball, best friend, christian, love, miss you, sports, word play,

B13-POEM 6 AN ANGEL FOR ME

POEM 6 AN ANGEL FOR ME 



THE MOST LOVING GIRL SO WONDERFUL & SWEET. 

SHE IS THE GIRL THAT IS LIGHTING UP MY LIGHT. 

SHE HAS THE MOST WONDERFUL LOVING SMILE YOU WOULD EVERY SEE. 

THE WARMTH IN HER HEART THAT GIVE YOU THE MOST WONDERFUL 

FEELING YOU CAN EVERY FEEL. 

THIS IS THE LADY OF MY LIFE I AM VERY HAPPY TO KNOW!!! 




BY: MY.JRRY BIG PAPA WELLS 


AUTHOR

by Cherica Eckiwaudah |
Categories: motherlove, me,

My Mommy

My mommy has elmos laugh.
She is a part of the riverside staff.

My mother is really short.
Baketball is her favorite sport.

Peanut is my mothers nickname.
In basketball she brought her a-game.

She loves me a whole bunch.
She always takes me out to lunch.

My love for her will never die.
This is truly NOT a lie.

This poem is finally over.
Now she knows i love her.


By: Cherica Eckiwaudah