Football Poems

Football poems bring the best collection of short and long football poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great football rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these football poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on football are here for you.

Ladies Football

Ladies Football short poem

During the war, while the men were away killing Germans my grandmother played in goal for a ladies football team. They won the cup, she got a medal, had her picture in the paper, and, according to my father, she

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Cadence Of Elegance

Cadence Of Elegance ode

Can you hear? Can you hear his footsteps? On the highway to light, From the alley of darkness? The sky is waving her hands, The ground is raising her sands, In the stormy wind of his entrance, As it’s one,

Poems containing references to : Football

A Zillion Wonderful Things

A Zillion Wonderful Things short poem

I hid that first poem from everyone But you read it in my eyes You taught me to love my books And smile with every sunrise I don’t understand this world I would crib and ask you why “You will

Dying Wish…

Dying Wish... long poem

I remember the day that they stopped the clock, The day they told me your time had been bought, “We’ll make him comfortable”…those dreaded words, If there’s a “comfortable” way to die it’s absurd! I’d armed myself with so many

Messi!!

Messi!! short poem

The heartbeat of millions I am sorry! BILLIONS His name is Lionel Andreas Messi The messiah of football I am sure that he is known to you all And the ‘MESSI ERA’ shall never fall His 360 is unbeatable His

Let Me Bequeath My Fond Memories To You

Let Me Bequeath My Fond Memories To You long poem

Let me bequeath my fond memories to you Before I depart for the vermilion horizon Beyond the deep blue blur where the birds return at dusk… Memories of lazy winter afternoons beneath clear blue skies Rummaging through curious branches of

The Banana Budget

The Banana Budget short poem

Duis went outside and changed. And then. Who can still sit funny. However, he wishes to the hotel, the laugh of the gate of life, words of condolence, novels. I do not have football. There is no rent-a-car like a

POW Camp 161

POW Camp 161 long poem

It was where I learned to read, and write, and count; I counted the days. It was where I realised carrying a cello was harder than playing it. It was where I engraved my name on the playground wall, beneath

1998

1998 short poem

On seeing a big field, Stopped my car. It’s almost evening now. The boys are coming out Through the broken wall. Their football …1998! A friendly dog came running; This one looks like Blacky. Don’t have anything now, dear! …From

Missing Dennis

Missing Dennis prose poem

Back then, life for kids was harder than it should have been They say that kids had rights too, but I don’t remember when Back then, if there were child labor laws, they never told us If labor laws for

Years Long Past

Years Long Past prose poem

I walk past the old football field, empty, no gladiators, no cheering crowds. PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM WAY BACK! Just echoes of the games once played. Just memories of those standing, watching the turmoil on the

A Love Story

A Love Story prose poem

The girl is an ultra-modern scholar, Belongs with an upper-middle class family. Looking very nice, smart, gets angry suddenly. She reads M.A in English at Presidency University. She is assimilating the ideas of Shakespeare, Shelley, Keats, Neruda, Byron… Fluently speaks

Madly Burns The Evening Sun

Madly Burns The Evening Sun long poem

Fahrenheit mid twenties on dole skint Saturdays bordered in black and white diamond linoleum. Lost in days. I acridly observe the English countryside on a coffee table pamphlet. My minds unbridled in those munching country lanes. But sometimes it’s Lost,

Munch

Munch long poem

Fahrenheit mid twenties on dole skint Saturdays bordered in black and white diamond linoleum. Lost in days. I acridly observe the English countryside on a coffee table pamphlet. My minds unbridled in those munching country lanes. But sometimes it’s Lost,

Oil On Canvas

Oil On Canvas short poem

The dead moon’s framed portrait Hung from the prussian blue sky, Staring downwards into the Lighted lonely city – With a well practiced air Of indifference. The pond with green waters And a cemented bank, Where local kids wash their

Of Things

Of Things short poem

Of things we once had in comparison to now were mom married to dad and a garden to plow before pharmaceuticals and psychology books we got, pull up your bootstraps or you’ll get dirty looks long before fast food when

Twitter

Twitter short poem

Twitter is a trap, chuck it in the bin, Twitter makes me look at other peoples’ sin. It never makes me happy , always makes me sad, Tends to make me covet ,the things I never had. I’m turning off

Groups In The Neighbourhood

Groups In The Neighbourhood prose poem

The days are peaceful in our streets, schools of pupils upon their seats But when night draws in, it’s a different story, crowds of teenagers in their glory. They start to gather on the neighbours’ wall and begin kicking their

City

City long poem

As the tram runs on the rails, Weather bitten houses emerge telling tales, Revolutionaries’ urge for freedom, Idealism in poetry and fiction, Reminiscent of immortal singers, Dancers in their grace, Tears trickle down in claustrophobia; yearning for a home which

At The Big Game

At The Big Game short poem

Last week I went to see the big game. And everyone was there. The N’gina family from 2 doors down, The Cheng family from across the street, The guys I see going to the mosque sometimes, The ladies who always

Black Eyed Peace

Black Eyed Peace poetry books

Black Eyed Peace is about our search for peace. Whether it’s peace within ourselves, peace in our relationships, or peace on a national or international scale. Sometimes it might be hard to find and in our searching we will collect

Shopping Goes Bonkers

Shopping Goes Bonkers short poem

Dad are you and mom Going shopping to the new big Mall? Here is my list, please get them all A big Football, A few stickers for the wall, Energy drinks to make us grow tall, Two racing electronic cars,

The Orchestra And Me

The Orchestra And Me prose poem

I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,

Missing

Missing long poem

Missing: The perfect guy if found contact me you’ll know where i’ll be just look into his eyes and you’ll see. he’s about six feet tall, he’s a lair in love with football, treat you to nice meals and never

A Tribute To The Monsoons In Kolkata

A Tribute To The Monsoons In Kolkata ballad

A mighty July evening in my town…. Pouring rain, halogen lights and the ‘neon’, Yellow cabs bark outside my window, I stare…. Across the confused street and beyond – struggling umbrellas moving around, water puddles, paper boats, funny children and

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Poem For A Dead Rodeo Clown

Poem For A Dead Rodeo Clown ode

Rodeo clowns we love them painted faces tempting fate running ragged the bulls that chase ’em keeping a cowgirl, cowboy safe poetry to them just don’t matter when you’re dodging horns and hooves rhyming words and crisp pentameter are for

Brooding End

Brooding End short poem

For the bird, I knocked the cage to set it free. My tryst, with a nightmare begins. It was me, dismembered in sour death where sorrow meets the sorrow. Now rising, now falling, the delicate frame on unseen wings beneath

Flowering Development Through The Y Chromosome

Flowering Development Through The Y Chromosome long poem

I am a beautiful man though once I was an ugly boy worms split at the advance of my sneakers they knew what was coming I never shared chocolate turned sour to spite me this is no caterpillar and cocoon

Love Sonnet 168

Love Sonnet 168 sonnet poems

Another minute without you, has passed, As sands pour grandly in a timely fall, And so did leaves that on the ground have massed, When they obliged to heed the Winter’s call; But wintry days lingered, to fill my life,

Love Poem 1

Love Poem 1 short poem

I keep you trapped between my jaws. my silence breeds more silence in the spaces between my teeth. I let you witness my infinitude. I let my madness consume us. Do you fear me now? I keep you close between

General Assembly Type Sacred Space

General Assembly Type Sacred Space long poem

Been working for 31 years and never been to a union meeting to vote on anything other than up on a contract or for a strike the strike is remembered with shame and confusion, no one even asks no one

Who Is A Person?

Who Is A Person? short poem

What is a person Is he his emotions The sound of his voice Or the consequence of his choice The wrong he has done Or the poeple he love Is he what his actions suggest him to be Or is

Good Days

Good Days short poem

If someone says good days will come I welcome But feel that mine is in-depth a shy welcome For that great concept all have to be in everything good Peruse individually elements of goodness we should Everyone must decide to

Paradise On Earth!

Paradise On Earth! short poem

The Sun shines as gold, down the west Full moon is on the move, to rise in the east When one gets to set, The other begins to get Birds are settling, into the nest Courteous caress of the breeze,

The Ballad Of The Laughing Seagull

The Ballad Of The Laughing Seagull long poem

I was walking down the beach enjoying the sun and sand, with a delicious ice-cream dripping down my left hand. With the wind in my hair and the waves at my feet, I was so full of joy and enjoying

Greying Streets

Greying Streets short poem

Greying streets whisper cold dust, a different time Their utterance echoes,carves on my glass mind. They hush a hymn so soft, it dangles like innocence, from an old child. I, an antique vase made to their design. Greying streets whisper,

China Doll

China Doll ballad

I would love to be free, free from the pain; But nothing comes easy, so that’s what they say; How the distance it takes me, far beyond my dreams; Though nothing ever is as it appears to be. Oh how

The Gypsy

The Gypsy short poem

Her voice is an awkward drawl among the manifold chatter, the pitch a bit too high to even assimilate in the uniform blather. Her skin is one too many shades darker than the general throng- a constant and incessant reminder

From Lids

From Lids short poem

a facsimile of torture candlelit in moony dark i want to unread the anointed death on this tip of an arrow, here it comes the hissed phrase wrenching the gut – for conceptual withdrawl, dawn of dark secrets without footprints

Quest

Quest short poem

Slicing the red velvet not drawing blood with your nails you walk on the body of compromise kissing the fleece of death. Untitled, larger than life unpresent, missed moments would take the revenge from no thing. The violence will end

Justine’s First Kiss

Justines First Kiss short poem

Her clothes had come to represent imperfection: the moment came on the night and in the way she’d imagined but with much more friction. sitting on the steps with April’s cold needling her bottom she tried to shift her sweater