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Poem Details | by Robert Candler |
Categories: addiction, angst, conflict, confusion, dedication, depression, desire, devotion, funny, games, golf, hope, humorous, journey, sad love, sports,


Flailin’,  flailin’, flailin’;
There goes my ball sailin’
Into a trap, the water or the woods.

Flailin’, flailin’, flailin’;
You can hear me wailin’,
“Why won’t that damn ball go where it should?

Drives go right Putts go wrong.
I shank my wedges or ‘skull’em’ long.
My golf game’s just no damn good.

I’m swingin’ too hard & lookin’ up;
As if I’ll actually see it go in the cup….
As if it ever really would.

My alignment’s too far left or right.
My ball can find the only tree or trap in sight,
Even if the shot starts out lookin’ good.

These days, I carry some special tools:
A handheld weed eater with extra spools
And a pruning saw, in case I’m in the woods 

I’ve even tried to ‘buy’ a better game.
No matter My scores were just as lame.
Those new clubs didn’t do what they should.

Bogies & doubles...even triples..are common scores.
I very rarely get pars any more.
Believe me, I’d change it if I could.

My buddies said it must be me,
A teaching pro I should go see.
They said he’d fix my game…..if anybody could.

The pro said, “Hit some balls while I watch you.
Just set up and hit’em like you normally do.
We’ll see if I can do your game any good.”

After the first bucket of balls I hit,
He calmly said, “Take two weeks off…then quit.
Take my advice You really should.”

Now, what really has me vexed,
I’m wondering what I’ll try next.
That pro’s advice was no damn good.

So, I struggle along with my flailin’ game;
But, strangely enough, have fun just the same,
Finding hope in rare shots that are actually good.

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


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 Sydney Bates |
Categories: dream, first love, children, kids, soccer, sports, teenage,

Soccer Star

From the moment your foot first touched the ball
The look on your face said it all
This is what you were born to do.
Growing up, you would continue to play, you just knew
Soccer wouldn't be ready for you.

Year passed, and so did you, as you became a star.
The training you've had would take you far.
How far you asked? Championship Game, here you came.
With a minute left, you shot the ball hard and upset.
But luckily, Whoosh! The ball exploded into the net.

Poem Details | by Joe Flach |
Categories: familyfamily, grandmother, baseball, family, grandfather, grandmother, life, love, sports, grandchild, grandchild,

Baseball in Heaven

My grandfather and I had a special relationship.

When I was young we lived near his home in Baltimore But, my family moved away from 
Baltimore when I was five and we lived most of my life in another state far away from my 
grandfather Whenever he called, however, I was the one grandchild he always wanted to 
talk to so we could discuss his beloved Baltimore Orioles I was the one grandchild who 
followed sports closely and always remained a true Baltimore sports fan.

Later in life, I learned that my grandfather was actually a gifted baseball player himself when 
he was young In those days, he would explain, professional baseball players did not make 
enough money to support a family so he had to make up his mind to either play baseball or 
get married and raise a family As it turned out, his love for baseball was only surpassed by 
his love for my grandmother and, although he hung on to the newspaper clippings that 
labeled him a “can’t miss professional baseball prospect”, he hung up his cleats and glove, 
married my grandmother and went out to find a “real” job.

But his love for the game survived and year in and year out, he and I discussed the 
intricacies of the game and enjoyed or lamented each baseball season based on the 
successes and/or failures of the Baltimore Orioles As crummy as the Baltimore bums are 
today, I was fortunate enough to experience and share many more successful seasons than 
poor ones during those limited years that I shared life with this amazing man.

I always felt sorry for my grandfather, considering him a victim of poor timing Had he 
been born about 50 years later in life, he would not have had to pick between being a 
baseball player or earning a living – in fact, with his talent, he could have earned a much 
better than average living while enjoying the one thing he loved most in life.

When my grandfather passed away, I was sure that he was joining a heavenly nine to once 
again strap on his spikes and don the leather Without a doubt, they must play baseball in 
heaven And I wait for the day that I sit in the heavenly bleachers and cheer on a young 
grandfather playing this wonderful game with other boys of summer.

(Inspired by, “is there baseball in heaven”, by Constance, A Rambling Poet)

Poem Details | by Nileisha Giselle Deliz Diana |
Categories: february, hockey, pride, sports, valentines day, writing,

No Love in Montreal, A Hockey Rivalry

Saturday, February the 14th of the year 2015
It's no Valentine's Day in the Great White North
It's the big Hockey Night in Canada
And to these fans, it's a night of epic rivalry

Saturday nights with the blue and white
Trying to play with all their might
Saturday nights with le bleu, blanc, et rouge
Trying to play all the way through

When the moment the puck drops,
A person's normal heartbeat stops
When the instant the puck hits the ice,
A rival's heartbeat is anything but nice

Toronto Maple Leafs - the long shot team
Will bring their honor to battle for this rivalry
Montréal Canadiens - the big shot team
Will bring their torch to burn on this rivalry

Two teams will battle for a victory right
Only one team will have victory upon being loyal
As for this Valentine's Day hockey night
There will be no love in Montreal

Poem Details | by Robert Heemstra |
Categories: baseball, love, poetry, red, sports, summer, writing,

Play Ball

baseball and poetry love them both
just like writing baseball excites me too
and during the recent months they’ve gain growth
love it as much as writing an haiku

can’t wait next month the season will begin
I'm not like others I never played golf
if I’m lucky I’ll catch a Red Sox win
outside of Fenway was a sign for Gulf

besides Poetry Soup may be else where
such as MLB dot com checking scores
I love baseball because it has some flair
as a kid bought cards from many stores

when summer is here I’ll be watching more
wife and I caught a Red Sox Phillies game
and my wife didn’t find the game a bore
but lately the Red Sox have brought us shame

but the new season will be starting soon
enjoy the games even from the saloon

Poem Details | by Bleddyn Pullen |
Categories: beautiful, celebration, culture, inspiration, joy, sports,

I Love Rugby

Rugby, what a beautiful and passionate game
Its not about money, fashion or fame.
Invented one day by a guy named Webb
How do go "I have a game to play"? 

A war that's fought on a muddy field
They'll give their last breath to insure victory is sealed.
The pride of a nation rests on their shoulders 
They have the heart, they're stood like boulders.
Its not about winning and they know
We're a rugby nation, we wanna see heart and a good show.

With quick passes out to the wings
The Millennium erupts, the entire country sings.
He's on his twenty two, he has a way to go
And stood in front of him is a Tommy Bow.
He has the pace and a Rugby brain
He makes ten yards and changes his lane.
He beats the one but not the other
A cheeky offload, its in the hands of his brother.
He's tackled fast and what a hit!
Two minutes on the floor he'll need to sit.

The balls been recovered and passed inside
The forwards have got it, you better run and hide.
Bests of men who never get the glory
I think their work is 80% of the story.

We're just over the half way and today's not the defenses day.
They missed their chance, 
the ball went back but they was all in a trance.
We still have the ball and we're smashing trough
Now we're on their twenty two.
The balls being passed from left to right
Their looking for a gap, that little bit of daylight.
Our captain he gets in in his two hands
He boulders through on his ass the defender lands.

That was it! The chance we need
He done his job, he knows how to lead.
The ball goes out straight to the right
Only one defender left in the fight.
One quick dummy and he's been conned
He touches the ball down and you see the brotherly bond.

Crying, cheering and cwtching and that's just the crowd 
They can take a break, they done their country proud.
Those feelings they have I'll never know
I just wanted to say, "Thank you for the show".

Poem Details | by heather gray |
Categories: childhood, history, inspirational, sports, basketball, fun, love, soccer, sports,

The inpact of sports

I love to stay involed with my community.One of the ways I do that is by playing 
sportsPlaying sports is a great way to meet new peopleIt’s fun because when I 
go to some of the other high schools I see people from our old teams who you 
are playing against nowEveryone involved in sports here at Mercy High is 
encouraging and supportingThe sports I am involved in are cross country, 
basketball, and soccer  
	One of the sports I do is cross countryThis is the first year I have 
ever done cross countryIt has been extremely fun being on the cross country 
team because all the girls on the team are super niceDuring every race they will 
be there cheering me on, even if I am the last one too cross the finish lineI think 
that running can be boring, but my parents, coaches and other runners always 
encourage meThe main reason I am doing cross country though is to stay in 
shape for basketball.
	My favorite sport is basketball, which I play in the winterI have been 
playing basketball ever since I was a second graderBasketball is my favorite 
sport because I love the way the game is constructed. Basketball is a team 
sportYou could be the best player in the world but have awful teammates which 
could results in a loss
	During the Spring I play soccerJust like basketball, soccer is a team 
sportYou need to be able to communicate with the other playersI have been 
playing soccer almost my whole lifeSoccer is a great sport for anyone to play 
because when you are younger the soccer ball and fields are all smallerSome 
sports are to hard to play when you are young because you don’t have the 

Poem Details | by kristen bruni |
Categories: sports

The Love of Hockey

The slice of the skates creates
An atmosphere of greats
They fly on the ice
Not the least bit of nice
A game of ego awaits.

Poem Details | by Jeremy Lile |
Categories: devotion, life, love, sports,

An Athlete's Wish

Oh how I wish I could stay injury free,
and remain as healthy as can be.

Hopefully I possess the determination I need,
so that I can succeed.

To never give up in the midst of a fight,
when victory is just in sight.

To eat the right foods and get plenty of rest,
so that I will be the best.

To be professional both on and off the field, 
what benefit good sportsmanship can yield.

To break a old record or two,
score a point, maybe even a few.

To work hard for the good of the team,
so we can all acquire the championship dream.

To hold nothing back and give my all,
so I can add another trophy to my wall.

Though I might not make the big leagues some day,
I just wish I could at least always play.

Poem Details | by Nancy Jones |
Categories: sports,

I Love It

When the heavy-weights weigh in

Poem Details | by VERITY MCINTYRE-PIKE |
Categories: sports, love, me,

Mountain bike widow

I love my fella dearly, though I sometimes do not like,
his pure love and devotion for his bloody mountain bike,
thank god I'm easy going and I'd never make him choose,
though perhaps a little bit of that's the fear that I might lose!!!
he keeps 'her' warm and dry as she resides in our front hall
(you have to hold your breath to squeeze between 'her' and the wall!)
he rides the bike to work and back, together they go far
 just as well, for what 'she' cost we could have bought a car!!!
he talks about 'her' tenderly and often buys her gifts
for pedals, forks and special shoes the internet he sifts
he looked at me in horror when I suggested get a shed
i got the strong impression he'd put me in there instead
but  i needn't speak to soon and bawl and fret and moan
as for my latest birthday I have got one of my own!!!!!

Poem Details | by GOBINDA SAHOO |
Categories: love, retirement, sports,


No farewell
Crossing boundaries all
On and off the ground 
Testimony of breaking records
 In domains many as well
For whom responsibility 
And not simply duty was but God
Scaling heights many
Turning living legend
Master though with dream and
Later achievements massive.
Born with a promise to run
And lead others to run after-
Friends or foes.
Soft and cool
Tender but bold
With passive resistance 
Sans complain and no pride 
Crowned but with no crown
In hearts all adorned 
For years long and ages to come
With humility all
Confidence and pride of nationals all
And respect commanding from opponents too,
Saying good bye to self, 
The first ever love
Who I think had considered
“Sarbadharman parityajya”
To achieve Nirvana
And turning God 
By complete merger in 
Cricket-God’s call
“mamekam saranam braja.”

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: love, sports

Boys in Blue

Football is my favourite sport
The two below are whom I support
Rangers and Everton, my teams
When they win I so beam
This game of games I import

Poem Details | by Roman Chebukin |
Categories: adventure, baby, baptism, beach, boyfriend, brother, cat, christian, computer-internet, confusion, dad, dance, flower, kids, forgiveness, january, life, lonely, loss, lost love, sports, success, suicide, teacher, teen, thank you, thanksgiving, tree, uplifting, wife, me, write, me, write,

Welcome 2013

Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise:)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thinglolso thank you readersplz comment and tell me your thoughts.

Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: children, emotions, friendship, immigration, innocence, joy, love, may, social, sports,


On a quite Saturday morning, I decided not to take the usual stroll,
instead I took my nephew Claudio to the neighborhood's playground;
so proudly, he carried his brand new basketball;
delightfully crisp was the spring air...
there were pleasant sounds from everywhere...
I did not see a kid who was alone or sad.

Georgi, the boy from Russia, 
was very tiny, but had a gorgeous face
a witty smile and seeing Claudio
and a black kid play basketball, 
he asked his dad, a military guy
so confident and tall,
if he could join them...
he agreed and that kid sprang, 
taking the spot that was mine.

To my surprise, Georgi didn't speak a word of English,
but spoke Russian; he must have arrived 
in the Unites States recently, and he communicated 
with gestures very well...
making words unnecessary
I noticed, children don't have to speak the same language
to understand one another 
and express love through their innocence, isn't it amazing?

Written on May 28/ 2013

Poem Details | by yohan mantilla |
Categories: confusion, happiness, lost love, love, peace, people, sports, girl, girl,


everyone want to be better
everyone want to be higher
all i wanted forever
a girl like her

everyone want the first place
everyone want to win the war
all i want is peace
and this girl to be warn

everyone want to be the best
everyone want get a reward
all i know is i'm not like the rest
but love a girl isn't hard

dedicate: to  - amy - the girl i always wished

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 arthur vaso |
Categories: heart, hope, humanity, imagery, love, sports,

Olive Branches

Olive Branches

The scorching sun descends
Upon withered lands with no rain
Some trees are old and brittle
When the olive branch is cut and proffered
Open arms and take a new path
Never be a destroyer
Of dreams and new ways
It is often offered only once
Never lose those golden chances
When a poet rides on donkey under palms
Heed the words and the psalms
Humanity is better with one heart
Than none at all

Note: Inspired by the Rio2016 Olympics, when the Lebanon’s team
refused to get on the same bus as the Israeli teamSadly
a wasted opportunity, I am sure those athletes had more in 
common than what divides.

Poem Details | by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories: funny, sports,

For The Love Of Golf

As poor Bob left  to play the short nine
His nagging old wife began to whine
"Its golf or its me!"
"With that I agree!"
His lawyer told her just where to sign....


Poem Details | by Deb Wilson |
Categories: funny, sports

Love Bowling...It Doesn't Love Me!

When I'm bowling I try not to fall
As my game plan I aim to recall
Well my form is so fine
Too close to the foul line
Seems my best shot is the gutter ball!

* For Linda-Marie's "Let's Limerick" contest

Poem Details | by Keith Relf |
Categories: adventure, fear, history, hope, inspirational, life, loss, love, people, political, sports, war,

The Undisputed

The Undisputed

 I usually prevail when mostly other have doubts,

 as my hostel rival friends taunt, boo and shout,

 when they know my mind is focus on that title bout.

 I took the stubborn champ to the limit with a reserve

 of deadly impact of fresh crushing blows therefore

 had the ruthless undefeated champ dazed, shocked,

 and lay resting looking at my dancing toes as

 I exit to go ending the big show.

 2/15/11 by Keith KRelf

Poem Details | by Becca H. |
Categories: love, sports, youth,


They say mind over matter.
But for a runner,
It's heart over mind
Anticipation runs through my veins 
And doubt fills my mind, 
But the gun goes off  
And nothing seems to matter other than time:  
"We will soar on wings like eagles, 
We will run and not grow weary" 
The sound of footsteps, 
The sound of heartbeats,
All in unison 
All in tune 
I hear passion with every inhale
And love
With every exhale
As the winds pass,
So have the years.
But the recollections of it all,
Shall never fade.
The laughter in our breaths 
And the pain in our limbs   
For there's nothing greater than 
The beauty of pain 
And the pain of beauty
There's just something about the sunsets painted in the sky 
That form the pictures in my mind,
The ones with teammates
by my side 
With pride in our hearts
And God's overwhelming grace in all that surrounds
4 indescribable years, 
4 years of growth, 
4 years of experience,
4 years of memories, 
And here's what I've learned:  
Times are meaningless,
When memories 
Are timeless.
The race may have ended, 
But the journey has just begun.

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
Have a sense of PURPOSE
Are STRONGER than they think
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 JAY JOHNSON |
Categories: sad, satire, school, science, science fiction, sea, seasons, sister, social, son, song-sorry, space, sports, sympathy, teen, thank you, time, uplifting, urban, visionary, war, wedding, wifelove,



                                         Long love day's has past.
                                 My mind felt with howling storms,
                                 grasping to hold on to vanishing love.
                                 Rape and abandon my weary soul
                                 transpires, poring with instant fires.
                                 Oh this dark secret love does thy life
                                 Like amorous birds of pray,
                                 Once ways, and known devoured
                                 Your beauty no more to befound
                                 nor shall the sound of your voice.
                                 Love to dust, love to ashes.
                                 Our love has now gone to a private place.
                                        The grave yard of love.

Poem Details | by Gary Tavares |
Categories: friendship, happiness, life, lost love, love, sports, uplifting, wedding, sexy,


I think about when we first met; it’s etched in your mind as well 
I bet.
Checking out your sexy smile; it was on my mind for quite a 
You said hello with uncertainty; could you be an Angel who was sent 
here to me?
I couldn’t talk and was somewhat speechless; I was unprepared 
I have to confess
I felt real nervous and completely out of place; I’m sure it was written 
all over my face.
I thought that maybe I should remain quiet; I was acting shy but 
you wouldn’t buy it.
You turned and smiled as you walked away; I thought about you for 
the rest of the day.
I wondered if we would meet again; I believed we would but wondered 
I met you again at the very same spot; you were dressed quite sexy and 
was looking real hot.
This time I spoke to you with lots of confidence; I knew you wouldn’t go 
for that silent nonsense.
I was hoping to at least get your phone number; if I couldn’t do that 
it would be such a bummer!
We sat at a table and conversed for a while; I can honestly say I liked 
your style.
We decided to set up another date; I thought you might just be my Soul 
We have been a couple for a very long time; I will ask for your hand 
so that you can be mine.
We have had some times that I won’t forget, and I still day dream about 
“when we first met.”

Poem Details | by Josef Rau |
Categories: devotion, happiness, hope, love, romance, sports, endurance,

I need to get in running shape

She's a runner.
That's why I can't catch her
That's why I can't keep up with her

But my endurance is improving,
Maybe I can match her for a mile

A mile is all I need,
One little chance

But she runs everyday,
And more than once

If I try to run with her
What would she do?
What would she say?

Do you think she would just leave me in the Dust?
Or do you think she would coast on an easy stride?
It's worth a shot.
Would it be a race?
Or would it be just a fun run?

Chasing her does include a lot of bumping elbows,
And all the dirty tricks.
Because I'm not the only boy after her.
It's a big race.

A race I must win..
For Happiness
For love
For her.

Poem Details | by Leon Stacey |
Categories: sports

Sports and Love

No more games to play-
The season, over and done
Ready for practice

Begin a new year
With no losses, just true skill
Welcome fanatics

Poem Details | by Lewis Raynes |
Categories: children, dance, feelings, love, relationship, sports, youth,

Skater Love

He was thin, wore jeans and a beanie,
She was short, tattooed, black hair.
Skates board his thing,
Rollers skate her bling,
Defiant young kids without a care.

It was after the crowd of skates left,
And streets had emptied away,
Rollers skate her bling, 
Skates board his thing,
A wet June night had stolen the day.

Absorbed by her eyes and she by his,
They balanced as one on skates,
Skates board his thing,
Rollers skate her bling,
And keys opened those sweet love gates.

Poem Details | by Johanna Hartnett |
Categories: friendship, horse, joy, love, passion, simple, sports,

A Tribute to Galloping

As the feet pick up my body volts forward
Half seat telling him to keep going
The wind curls up throwing itself at me yelling slow
Trees towering around me
With every few strides the branches reach out to hit
Faster, faster
Picking up our pace we fly towards the waiting field
Grass so green it invites us forward
As a team we take the last few strides at the speed of light
Pushing myself forward my teammate takes off across the field
The sky folds around us like a blanket
Blue as the ocean and larger than life
No resistance and no stopping
The world is as free as us