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Poem Details | 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!"

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: baby, beautiful, love, sweet,

Ever So Sweet

My scrumptious baby girl’s
half awake half asleep.
And her toffee yawns are
sweet as peaches and cream.

Her cotton candy cheeks,
glow like pink marshmallows.
And dark chocolate curls
adorn her pretty head.

She sports blueberry eyes
and red liquorice lips.
And a creamy face with 
a million dollar smile.

A confectionery
treat, she is delicious.
And gives sugared kisses
that tastes ever so sweet.

Poem Details | by Mark Turner |
Categories: abortion, baby, religious,

The Unborn Child

The Unborn Child

I wonder will they let me in? 
Will they furnish me with life support?
I want to be my Grandpa's friend,
his pride, his joy, and his hero in sports.

Really, it’s not his decision
for these nine months to go on through.
Mom and Dad, it’s up to your religion
to see that I’m worthwhile and needed, too.

Oh God, I’ll make them love me, 
please, God, tell them both to go on.
I won't act hardheaded, nor wicked nor will I be ,
apathetic and sad, nor gripe and moan.

I’ll lie restfully in my Mother's arms.
Please, God, tell them both to let me be 

Poem Details | by Tom Zart |
Categories: love,


Where would we be without sex 
Like coffee minus the sugar and cream. 
As Adam was before he knew Eve, 
With no purpose to dream and scheme.

No reason for fathers and mothers, 
No reason to buy flowers and candy. 
No reason for diamonds and jewels; 
Viagra, wine, liquor or brandy.

No reason to purchase a sports car,
A fine house, muscle shirts or a new dress. 
Basically, a cake without icing,
So thank God and pray for more not less.

Poem Details | by Lizzie Maestas |
Categories: beauty, cancer, childhood, city,

Where I'm From

I’m from dirt covered knees 
and sweaty faces
I’m from playing in the sun
from dawn ‘til dusk
I’m from “being one of the guys”
playing sports in the mud pits of our backyards
I’m from striving to fit in
I’m from making mistakes
and learning from the consequences
I’m from going to parties
and staying out late
I’m from a shaky past
with an unknown future 
I’m from turning the bad into good
I’m from being the best I can be
and working hard to succeed
I’m from a family of survivors
supporting them through their fight with cancer
I’m from never giving up
on something you love

Poem Details | by Jacob Hawkins |
Categories: tribute,

An Ode to Billy Graham

The marvelous man of God, Billy Graham.
Was authentic, and not a sham.
He preached the Gospel truth.
Ever since he was a youth.
He helped bring nations together of every race.
And told the gift of God's unfailing Grace.
He led millions to Christ; preaching in sports domains.
Nothing Billy did was in vain.
Billy was such a genuine gem.
Clarified, "its a Christian's job to love, not to judge nor condemn."-Billy Graham

RIP Billy Graham: 1918-2018

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 Arty Rico Jones |
Categories: celebration, soccer, sports, travel, world,


I love Soccer with a passion 
The game is rough
Skills are required
You play with your feet not with your hands
You do long kicks to make you close to scoring
You can score with your feet or your head
The goalie uses his hands to prevent scores
The sport is popular around the world
Every four years the World cup is played
Players represent the country they love
Fans travel from around the world to support their country
The crowd goes wild when a goal is scored and the players celebrate
The commentator yell's out the sound of........Gooooooooool!!!!!

Poem Details | by tom kesting |
Categories: encouraging, leadership, relationship, sports,

My Coach

My coach put his arm around me today and said," Son,
I believe you can "...
I love my coach and today I became his biggest fan.

He said," Son, you can be what you want to be"...
And now he is helping me believe in me.

I wish I could known him years ago...
But I'll carry todays memory wherever I go.

It's amazing what a few words can do...
What an impact it can have upon you.

My coach knows Jesus, this I know...
And in my life it's starting to show.

My coach put his arm around me today and said, Son,
I believe you can,"...
Thank you coach; I love you man!


Poem Details | by Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick |
Categories: childhood, family, children, introspection,


Quite often it seems we tell kids, it’s best to be first
They sign up for fun; parents, it seems, for the fame
Whether it’s academics or sports, why not just let kids thrive?

Create environments for learning and fun needed to thrive
Nurture with affection and love; be their springboard first
Build the foundation they will need to handle future fame

A solid foundation will ensure an easy adjustment to fame
In any circumstance, self- assurance makes anyone thrive
Teach them, the game of life is not won by coming in first

Good character first, may lead to fame in which anyone can thrive

Poem Details | by John Hamilton |
Categories: humor, people, poetry, sports,



Gymnastics and poetry are holding hands, they're falling head over heels in love.

John Derek Hamilton
December 09, 2015

Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: humorous, sports,

Round of Applause

Here is my next sports rap poem. Jim

Round of Applause

Already now I must admit
What is it we have to hit?
How about homer with baseball
Not strike three they did call.

Why fool around and always fret
Should kick a goal into the net
Don't continue to turn and toss
Should go at and play Lacrosse.

How about football you will boot
Run and produce a lot of loot
Or hear those in high society
Prefer polo and love rugby.

No matter where chips may fall
God's life in you will be a ball
And who if in always do believe
Round of applause will receive.

WOW. Double WOW, and Triple WOW.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

Poem Details | by Morgan Patton |
Categories: softball, sports,


On Base Percentage
Foul Ball
Batting Average
Love for the game

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 Nancy Jones |
Categories: sports,

I Love It

When the heavy-weights weigh in

Poem Details | by Christopher Flaherty |
Categories: slam,

The Game Slam

Game has range
Game is sports 
They call rap the game
When trying to pick up women
We say that guys got game
Or that guys got no game
But when is anything a game?
When it is played for real
Sport is competitive 
Rap charts in Dollar's and Gold
And when seeking love
Or the companionship of another
If its just only a game
How come feelings get hurt
Play game's
Game play
But don't play by today's rule's 
Play by the old one's 
That come with instructions 
Because the rule's are not fair
The field is never level
Even friends cheat

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 Andrea Rose |
Categories: addiction, beach, mother, nature, ocean, sports, summer, vacation, water,

Surf Therapy

Mother Ocean please
Send me waves of such beauty
I need Therapy

Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.

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 thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.

Poem Details | by Ingvar Thorisdottir |
Categories: sports,

Frozen Glory

man triumphs only when there are no boundaries
and with this game the boundaries are set in stone
the team around you, the boys you have grown to know
the rich and the beautiful have come to see the show
steel cuts into the frozen water at our feet
the black mistress has become our only focal
our lumber bound together with adhesive ammunition
I am never alone on the ice or near the ice
breaking away or circling backward
patience is the name of the game
the more it changes, the more it remains the same
my home's past-time -- my families passion
nothing hits my ears quite as audibly; 
as the sound of steel on ice
you were my first true love
hockey, you are my only true love.

Poem Details | by Amy Wensinger |
Categories: football, humor, sports,

Cleveland Fan

I know of a football team called the Browns
They are the laughing stock of many towns
While their players get smoked
Their Dawg Pound fans get toked
And each week they earn their nickname of Clowns

But I am their fan and I'll always cheer
Through fumbles and losses I'll never veer
I'll keep my head raised high
I'll love them 'til I die
Because after all, there's always next year

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 Lei Strauss |
Categories: sports,


Can take all those kicks
Bear swell on my feet
Can do to lose weight
I’ll win in a game!

Roll on the mats
Endure the pain
Sweat around me
Keeps me fighting

In the end
All hard works
are paid off…

I love
Taste of


NOTE: I'll never forget that day when my little kids in school won in Taekwondo. I'm so much blessed to have them :)

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 Stephen Kilmer |
Categories: lost love,

3rd of November

3rd of November
Sleepy day
Ragweed and bitters
Time drips away
Spigot of rum
Rotten limes
In the sink
Missed you again
Newspaper flies
Obits and sports
Lay in the dirt
Dog barks next door
What the hell for?
Cigarettes and coke
Scattered like quail
Across the coffee table
TV is on 
The news is not good
I missed you again
10 days have gone 
Since you left
I can’t get right
This buzz in my head
Adrift and alone
I call on the phone
To a voice I don’t know
Says you’re not all alone
Day turns to night
The “friends” reappear
Another night of whiskey and beer
I hope when I wake 
I won’t have missed you again
You are so damn allusive
This life you call dear