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Poem Details | by Neha Agrawal |
Categories: betrayal, boyfriend, feelings, first love, football, for him, forgiveness,

I didn't hold grudges

I suffered,he laughed
I filled up  his voids, he created mine.
I looked for roses,he gave cactus
I looked only for his heart,he focussed on my body
I healed all those stitches,he gave me wounds..
I ignored him,he started following
I left him,he cried
I didn't hold any grudges,he holds guilt.


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: appreciation, football, love, sports,

CRAZE DURING FOOTBALL GAME

CRAZE DURING FOOTBALL GAME Up yellows; greens; reds and blue, tell me! Tell me, who is through? PassesCrossesHeadersShots. Volleys, blasters, more scissor kicks tell me! Tell me, whose on the spot! Ninety minutes with some overtime eleven players playing in the field each one targets to be World Champ! The strikers and defenders immense so are Audience claps, dance, rants! Dripping sweat from turning, running Tension rising! Twists are rocketing! Audience wriggling, nonstop cheering! Thriller, action, comedy plus tragedy, Oh all are drawn by its classic drama. Perplex hard attacks, clever corners rise from a penalty or free kick yell! Elicits an alarm to goalie keepers' eye He in eagle's arms and kangaroo leap Tell me! Tell me, has one scored a goal? Around the globe, fellas or gents in craze, amazed and tantalized by Football game! _________________________________________________ Written 6th of July, 2018 @ 10:46am


Poem Details | by Debjani Mitra |
Categories: computer, cry, deep, feelings, football, love,

SYMPOSIA

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To feel Love, Pleasure and Pain..
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Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: addiction, autumn, beautiful, beauty, best friend, brother, cat, celebration, change, childhood, christmas, cousin, dad, dog, fishing, food, football, grandparents, grief, halloween, happiness, heart, hero, holiday, home, life, little sister, love, mom, mother, music, native american, sister, write,

Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr, Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate.
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix.Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


Poem Details | by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr |
Categories: adventure, culture,

I LOVE FOOTBALL

its a game
that can be insane
as they run
to me its fun
to catch it off the wall
I LOVE FOOTBALL


Poem Details | by Amnah Alamir |
Categories: deep, football, love, night, paradise, passion, writing,

I Imagine You

I imagine you 
always, for the first time 
burgeoning like an  
arum lily 

Some exotic flower 
falling off the back-end 
of a truck, floating 
with the breeze 
into my hands 

I imagine you 
as I do, in certain dreams 
statuesque in your movements, 
so float towards me 
as a dream, 

I am a non-existent entity 
propelled by your perfume 
and midnight gardens light 

When I imagine you 
eternally, in the mirror 
of my eyes.


Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: football, high school, teenage, youth,

Love Under the High School Bleachers

    LOVE UNDER THE HIGH SCHOOL BLEACHERS 
Some time ago, within a memory
deep in my dark, and most forbidden past,
when I recall your teaching only me,
there in the dark--with love that could not last!

Nor would we ever have such love today--
such great delight--but wicked from the start,
'tis in the past--and there must always stay,
but just a trace is here--to warm my heart;

so I can call--to mind--if late at night
when love seems not to be what love should be,
and I can feel in me, with great delight--
your love again--your lesson given me.

Here-in I be--still deep in love with you
the half-time of our love I'm going through.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Poem Details | by Thomas Hsi |
Categories: america, best friend, boyfriend, celebrity, first love, football,

Johnny Football

COPYRIGHT 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!




Johnny...those crystal blue eyes...have never lied!

The day a nation...fell in commotion...I nearly died!

Momma...dropped her pie...and Daddy...he just cried!

Johnny...you never lied...a velvet touch of hide!


Johnny...you're a...Satur-day...special!

The moment...you kicked your heels...was special!

The time you...skipped a rock...'cross three ponds...was special!

Johnny...you never lied...and to me...you're...always special!


Johnny...you got me in your hook...and...forever...in your book!

The twinkle in your eye...the tickets...they all...forsook!

A smile...a flash...a feint...and then...a clever crook!

Johnny...Football...you're my bible...and...then my book!


Johnny...when those velvet hands...take...only mine!

This plastic ring...is only mine...just...one-a-kind!

Beads and lockets...please...just...one last time!

Johnny...you never lied...wow...an all-time high!


Johnny...you'll...lite a nation...another...good 'ol time!

Johnny...you'll...lite my heart...just...one more time!


ALTERNATE:


Johnny...and when...your tired 'ol hands...take...only mine!

This plastic ring...you gave...only to me...was...just unkind!

The smile...in the locket...please...look...one last time!

Johnny...you lied...not I...but if you want...just...one more time?


Poem Details | by Alex Duffy |
Categories: dedication, desire, football, judgement, longing, love,

Ronaldo or Messi

I'm sick and tired of the comparisons
If You disrespect one because you prefer the other, you're an embarrassment
They're the greatest footballers of all time you should appreciate them both
Every game, they continue to break records that people once thought could never be broke

Cristiano and Lionel are the best players of my generation
Every time they play they leave me in amazement
Scoring non stop and they continue to break records
They're so good, that it looks like they do it with no effort

Football is just a game to some, but me I'm in love with it
Ronaldo worked his butt off to become how good he is
He was always the first at training and the last to leave
He's been the best player in LA liga and the premier league

Messi has been at Barcelona for his whole career
Give him the ball and defenders facing him start to fear
He will run past them with ease
Its amazing what he can do with his feet

I prefer Ronaldo but I respect both
We should all be thankful we get to see them both play
They continue to break records every day
And always find new records that need to be broke

Both of their stats and numbers are insane
People creating so much ugliness over the 2 best footballers in the game
Give either of them the ball and they will score
They're equally great, it's just about who you like more

I'm sick and tired of the comparisons
If You disrespect one because you prefer the other, you're an embarrassment
They're the greatest footballers of all time you should appreciate them both
Every game, they continue to break records that people once thought could never be broke


Poem Details | by Lorna Malla |
Categories: animal, best friend, desire, football, friend, i love you, me,

The ELEPHANT I LOVE

There is something about the Elephant I love very much,
I wish I could cuddle him but I know I cannot,
if they be my friend ,I will play soccer with an Elephant on my side,
I will catch hold of his trunk and he'll trumpet me to victory with pride.

There is something about the Elephant I love very much.
Although he is so big ,he won’t give you a fright,
He lifts up his trunk and blesses you instead,
So different from the Lion and Tiger you meet,

There is something about the Elephant I love very much
He is a pure vegetarian, he won’t kill a mouse,
He is worshiped as God for all his good vice.
If we were to crown the king of the jungle again,
It will go to the Elephant our vegetarian friend


Poem Details | by kash poet |
Categories: funny, imaginationme, football, love, may, me,

Like a football in woman's game

Just like football I am going to be chased in life's game by a bunch of ladies as if playing a football match. I am going to be chased in life's game they will rush just to touch me as if playing a football match receiving me gently in the chest. They will rush just to touch me the goalkeeper among them receiving me gently in the chest will give me sure kisses. The goalkeeper among them I am going to love her will sure give me kisses soft like a feather's touch. I am going to love her though I may get occasional kick soft like a feather's touch that is part of the game. Though I may get occasional kick I must forget the pain that is part of the game with so many cute ladies around. I must forget the pain I will be so sought after with so many cute ladies around everyone wanting to hug me. I will be so sought after by a bunch of ladies everybody wanting to hug me just like a football. © kashinath karmakar (27th June 2011) =============00============= Placement:HM (August 2011) Contest:Play Ball Sponsor:Debbie Guzzi


Poem Details | by Bradley Cox |
Categories: girlfriend-boyfriend, love, sports,

Friday Night Football

Team's playing with all they got
fan's a cheering
cheerleader's freezing
jeff and tonya sharing
blanket and coco
holding hand's and kissing
in the bleacher's
no one keeping score


Poem Details | by Matthew Anish |
Categories: football, love, poetry, work,

A Visit from My Housekeeper

   Her I am 
sitting writing a
   poem 
While my housekeeper 
  is bury cleaning 
my apartment
   I feel a little guilty 
 She is working hard 
while I am just 
   moving a pen 
along a piece of 
    paper 
Still poetry 
    is listed as an 
occupation in the Occupational Outlook Handbook 
So I guess I am working, too
   In September I return to work as a
college assistant 
   Devoting the rest of my time to 
the New York Giants, poetry and looking for love


Poem Details | by christine a kysely |
Categories: inspirational, sports

Women Who LOVE Football - VERSION 1

Women Who LOVE Football
Live with PASSION
Are not afraid to FIGHT
Aren’t afraid to get DIRTY
Know how to put their GAME FACE on
Are always ready to EXECUTE their OPTIONS
WILL NEVER GIVE UP
Have a sense of PURPOSE
Are STRONGER than they think
PLAY by the RULES
Have ATTITUDE 
Will lose with DIGNITY
And will always WIN with STYLE.

 
(November 28, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved, 


Poem Details | by christine a kysely |
Categories: introspection, life, sportslove, , cute,

Women Who LOVE Football - VERSION 2

Women Who LOVE Football
Are DIFFERENT from the rest
They live their LIFE with PASSION
They love their FAMILY best.

They aren’t afraid to get their hands DIRTY
They are not afraid to FIGHT
They know how to put their GAME FACE on
Attempting last DOWN's under Stadium lights.

They are always ready to EXECUTE their OPTIONS
They always plan to SCORE
They have a sense of PURPOSE
And are STRONGER than they think.

They WILL NEVER GIVE UP without a fight
They always PLAY by all the RULES
They have a positive ATTITUDE
They always keep their COOL.

Women who LOVE Football
Will always WIN with STYLE
And if they ever happen to LOSE
They will always lose with DIGNITY
Leaving their problems upon the FIELD.

(Version 2 revised December 21, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

(December 21, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved



Poem Details | by Gideon Foli |
Categories: best friend, betrayal, bible, christian, football, i love you, jesus, judgement, love, wisdom,

Jesus loses red card appeal


Dependable Defender Jésus Christ of Nazareth Football Club

This morning lost His appeal for the red card He received

During His side game with the highly rated Pharisees

He’ll  be unavailable for their match against the Sadducees


He was sent off by no-nonsense referee Pontius Pilate

For defeating a host of Principalities and Powers

The Club failed to have the decision overturned by the Jurisdiction

He will therefore be sentenced to death by crucifixion


The ‘Special One’ is to make no comment on the decision

After Herod Disciplinary Committee dismissed the club’s appeal

Jésus offered Himself as a *Sacrificial Lamb* for a collective guilt

On the football club’s recent sloppiness and wilt


The Stalwart Defender's Penalty

Will begin with a physical torture

Followed by carrying a heavy rugged cross

Is the Disciplinary Committee right? Make your gloss


GLOSSES FOR JESUS LOSES RED CARD APPEAL :

Tony Taylor writes, March 28th…2:17

A typical King Herod Decision!

I think the decision needs a 

Gary Neville writes, March 28th….2:19

Watching Jésus on the field is immensely enjoyable 

This Rock from Nazareth is just unconquerable 

Rashford writes, March 28th….3:15

Corrupt official! Corrupt leader

All they care is 30 pieces of silver

Major Buckley writes, March 28th…3:17

HE CAN’T GO AWAY WITH IT!

CRUCIFY HIM! CRUCIFY HIM! I submit

Nana Ama writes, March 28th…..4:17

The decision by ref Pontius Pilate was very harsh 

Jésus triumphed! And He did it with great panache 

Wolf writes, March 28th….5:15

The blame must lay with Judas and McCoy

Surely it’s their fault not JésusSorry boy!

Omar writes,March 28th….6:17

You’re an idiot’s wolf!

This Jesus should go play golf!

Crucify Him sir! Crucify Him! I rest my case

Jonathan Reid writes, March 28th…7:17

I personally think Herod can’t rescind the red card

We talking football politicsHe didn't tackle too hard 


Leave your gloss in the box below 


Poem Details | by Christy Hardy |
Categories: friendship, happiness, imagination, life, love, school, social, visionary, football,

High School Days

We are not perfect by no means at all,
some are too skinny, some are too tall,
I  was always the tallest in my class,
until High school, then I found my match.
5' 7'' kinda tall for a girl,
then I decided, I wanted to twirl,
The football players always kidded with me,
but I knew they were flirting, they really liked me.
My hair was long, and blonde as can be,
they told me not past the shoulders, little Crissy.
I had to pile it up, but it never stayed,
stringy haired twirler, out on the stage.
Now , I think back to those football games,
remembering those memories, of my High School
Days.


Poem Details | by Matthew Anish |
Categories: football, jewish, love, summer,

Summer Reflection

I remember summers past
My arms around pretty women 
Making love on the beach or in a car 
Summer brings romance in its wake 
The years come and go 
This evening I flipped on my "Festival of Lights:" CD
Soon autumn will come with the NY Giants 
heading off to battle 
and the high holiday services 
which I always used to attend with my father 
He is gone now 
But I'm still here!
The presidential elections are coming, too 
Someone will win  - others go down to defeat 
Our nation survives, friends 
For all its faults  - it is our homeland 
Let us hope love triumphs over hate 
So we Americans can continue to live decent lives


Poem Details | by Christy Hardy |
Categories: friendship, life, love, schoolheart, football, heart, high school,

Football Burt

So tender in years,
my heart still unhurt,
I remember his name,
sexy football Burt.

All the girls,
would moan, and sigh,
every time,
this hunk passed by.

Not a beauty,
I was tall, and lean,
some called me beanpole,
kids can be so mean.

So unnoticed,
and so very shy,
if a guy spoke to me,
I would nearly die.

My face turned red,
as my heart raced crazy wild,
it happened every time,
a guy would smile.

Then it seemed,
a change came overnight,
my clothes started clinging,
to my curves overnight.

My hair started growing,
and the color changed,
the sunshine had bleached it,
or that was what I claimed.

Enjoying my freshman year
in my mini skirt,
a high school girl,
learning to flirt.

So tender in years,
my heart still unhurt,
I remember his name,
sexy football Burt.






Poem Details | by Sallam Yassin |
Categories: dream, football, love,

Dream of Maracana

Again the drums of samba
Playing in Maracana stadium
The dream is again in Maracana
As the flags golden Shine
Dancing
waving
With the sun
at the green in the field
Look this wren in the fly

Garrnicha is the dream

Embraced the blue of the of ocean
He drunk the beams of the sun
Rio is the dream
Dream and the passion of the ocean
In a little wren


Look the wren in the fly
Garrnicha is the dream

See the field is waiting
Naymar
to make the dream
true and real
So fly Naymo wren
the new Garrincha high


Poem Details | by christine a kysely |
Categories: sports

Gotta Love Wisconsin Football

Gotta Love Football

All Wisconsin Women Do

Beer, Brats, Lots of Cheese!!!





(January 15, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved


Poem Details | by Asif Andalib |
Categories: life, love, song-me, love, me,

You treat me like a football

I can’t forget those days baby
No I can't forget at all
When you used to love me madly
When I was only your doll!

You have loose character
I have known it later
It has driven me crazy
Baby I feel so lonely!

Baby I am not bad at all
But you treat me like a football
That’s why now I curse you
But I pray for you too!

Baby now I hate you
As much as I love you
You are like my favorite food
Baby I am not very good!


Poem Details | by christine a kysely |
Categories: sports

We Love Our Wisconsin Football

We Love Our Football!!!

Lambeau Field, The Very Best!!!

Green Bay, Wisconsin!!!



(January 15, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)


(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved


Poem Details | by Colette Dright |
Categories: desire, emotions, football, love, love hurts, relationship, silly,

Coach

Pick me, pick me, you beg and plead
You think that you just what he need
Today, you in the game, yea!
Today you get to play and that totally made your day
But you don't love the game, you love the Coach

You're getting a home visit from CoachYes, he says he's coming over
Wow, you do dumb stuff for love when he's on his way
You quickly hide clothes in the other room, you throw stuff here, there
You run and tuck and when he's not around, you don't give a pluck
Clothes are here, there, everywhere scattered
When he's not around, nothing about clothes or your room even matter

You think and think and think of him
You think of 100 reasons to call him
Think of two reasons not to call
One, he's not going to answer, two, he's with that witch
Why she gotta be a witch? Cause you want her man? 
There you go, when are you gon learn
Second string on the bench, waiting again for your turn
How long will this go on? Will this ever end? 
You've been waiting for a month for Coach to pick you again..Really? ? ? 

Six weeks have passed, he doesn't even look your way
He doesn't give you or your name a call

She is staying in the game.
Why wait for the starter to get an offside penalty? 
She's not trying to get no technical or foul out
She's playing tackle with him while you playing touch
You wait so patiently to get put in
But put you in for what? You on the bench and still getting ran over

Don't you see, you don't mean what you think you mean to him
And no, you're not no challenge or no threat to her

But silly ole you, still wanna be part of the team
So you try some new plays to impress Coach
Of course it's his way, cause when it's all said and done
Only the player that's gonna help him win get to stay in the game

And one thing I know about the game, you can get cut for no reason
There are many others trying out for your spot, but so far
There's only the two of you who are actually on the team roster

Stop playing second string, second string doesn't get acknowledged
Don't get no recognition and you don't get to meet the fam
Girl, you're not no second string material, get off the sidelines
You are not obligated to stay, you are a free agent
You deserve better, dream BIG, become part of a team
Where you won't be the Coach's player, you'll be..The Coach's Wife!


Poem Details | by Hadia Faisal |
Categories: 1st grade, anxiety, art, food, football, love, mother,

Me Monday

                           I am MONDAY,
                 and I am here to tell you that

                    Dear, i m not that cruel.
     just don’t compare me with your favourite friday
                  That hurts me all the way 

     Please dont overrate me as hideous or arduous for 
               I am like a rebirth of the week 

        Think of me as a new dayA pristine day
     I know I piss you off..you dont want to leave 
                your fun, food and football...
   but you have to come back to the grind of the 
                        working week.
            I’m the reality which make you freak

              Just see me like any other day..
              Its all in your head i would say!


Poem Details | by Debjani Mitra |
Categories: computer, cry, deep, feelings, football, love,

SYMPOSIA

A Call for "ROBOTIC SYMPOSIA"
Welcome!..Intelligent Machines
Bytes of Chips.Coded Cuisines
Interface Deep Learned Colloquia
 
Pageant of Program-Parade track
Sessions of Chess, Poems..Football
Network, Encrypt, Friends Firewall.
Awesome  Algorithms..can you hack?

A Special Theme."Learn to Cry"..
Bluetooth the Heart and Brain.
To feel Love, Pleasure and Pain..
...................
 HUMANS."Please Don't Apply "


13th September 2018
SYMPOSIA POETRY CONTEST 
Sponsored by Julia Ward.




Poem Details | by mohamad safan |
Categories: age, football, friend, fun, love, mother, rights,

let me talk about the love

The love in many ways is tough
He leads the men to gain fight
The women struggle as they tide
The men who wish to tide
They follow the love in its order in spite
Of getting free they said day and night
The love leads to the poverty to his followers
If he obeys him, he neglects the useful
He neglects his work and converted to dreamer
The love makes his life more awful
If the one obeys his wants and does illegal
He enters in a circle of fugitive and fearer
Obey your God and marry your lover
You'll be the happier and your lover is keeper
At your head and get lover boy and girl in safer
You get a company when you be old
Your friends left you by travel or dead
Your sons and daughters were left by married
The only stayed by each other
The wife and husband for ever