Love Poems About Volleyball or Volleyball Love Poems
by Victoria Anderson-Throop |
Categories: growing up,

First School Dance

FIRST SCHOOL DANCE

It was a dance
Like any other
Half the girls
Danced with their brothers
I stood there against the wall
Tossing up a volleyball
I leaned on the coke machine
Then I saw him smart and lean
Smiled at me--I felt the dart
WOW I thought THIS IS THE START
When he walked across the room
Winter snow had magic bloom
Blushes crept along my face
As he neared my shadowy place
Then he turned abruptly right
His love object—Diet Sprite.

by Mary Steffen |
Categories: volleyball,

Understand

Understand
Wish that I
Am your friend

I don't know
What went wrong
Find the way

Determine
Be your friend
Want to tell

I love you
To come home
Give a chance

People dance
Love and joy
Throughout live

Is my wish
Be your friend
In new world

by Dan Cwiak |
Categories: childhood, love, memory, remember,

Salem Time

Days of our youth are long since gone
 Yet some things take us back.
  Memories impressed forever...
   On our mind's Silent Track,

    The Lake, the Sand, the Pier so old
      The Shore next to the Water so blue.
        Remembering the Badminton and Volleyball Games...
         And who tried to outscore who.

The Tavern where we sometimes ate
 In our festive Summer Shorts.
  Walking down the Road at night...
   Using only the Beam of an old Flashlight.

     Those days of our youth were filled with fun
      With our Parents' Love and ceaseless Rhyme.
       Though we are no longer Young...
        We fondly remember - OUR SALEM TIME.


by Andria Breen |
Categories: faithgod, god,

Never Doubt

I breathe in , I breathe out
Knowing now what it’s all about.
I finally found the love in my life I lost
Never realizing just how high was the cost.
I look at the broken road I took myself down
While the tears stream but don’t make a sound.
He offers me His hand, but I’m scared to reach out
Wanting my own way for His way I doubt.
Thinking that this way is better
But in our volleyball game, God is our setter.
He sets up our opportunities and trials we face
But our decisions should always be God-based.
So knowing all this wouldn’t you say
That we should always trust God all the way?

by Abed Anthony |
Categories: me,

Me

Alfa
father, brother, friend, counselor
Brother of late Gabriel, Mary, Pokedia, Salome and Elizabeth
Lover of poetry, Volleyball, and basketball
Who feels love, pain and sympathy
Who fears disappointment, disagreement and hate
Who would like to see Athens, Brazil and Palestine
Resident of Mwanza, Tanzania
Abed.

by Ja Angelo |
Categories: environment, holiday, magic, march, nature, spring, universe,

Ostara

A colorful time of year 
The skies are oh so clear
The sun shines bright 
For our delight 
Longer and warmer days
Welcoming the sun’s blaze

Trees and flowers blooming 
Grilled foods we are consuming 
Pools opening
Divers motioning 
Windows down
Cruising ‘round town 

Bicycle riding
Hang gliding
Cliff diving
Race car driving 
Trail hiking 
Beach volleyball spiking 

Early sunrises, late sunsets
Picnics packed with baguettes 
Romance in the air 
It only takes a pair
First kiss 
True love is bliss

Twelve hours of sunlight 
Not quite 
Some more, some less 
Ostara has finesse 
Rebirth, balance, and renewal
Spring looks like a jewel

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: 1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, dog,

Dry Bone Beach

it is a lazy, warm, dog day afternoon on dry bone beach
some dogs come in wearing pinks, yellows, and peach
we check them in and give a bowl of kibble to each.
It is the least we can do, for empathy is what we teach.

dogs line their umbrellas in a line up and down the beach.
some of the small ones do not have an extra long reach
So they do not like volleyball, which we sometimes teach
But the big dogs love playing this on dry bone beach