Best Football Poems

He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
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Mirror mirror on the wall
Could you please return our ball
Our football went through your crack
You have two now
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It is true love because
I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of the day
Even when there's no one here but him,
And because
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Tonight the moon is a cracker,
with a bite out of it
floating in the night,
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I know it's a bad title
but I'm giving it to myself as a gift
on a day nearly canceled by sunlight
when the entire hill is approaching
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I take the snap from the center, fake to the right, fade back...
I've got protection. I've got a receiver open downfield...
What the hell is this? This isn't a football, it's a shoe, a man's
brown leather oxford. A cousin to a football maybe, the same
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In the Shreve High football stadium,
I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville,
And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood,
And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel,
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"Is my team ploughing,
That I was used to drive
And hear the harness jingle
When I was man alive?"
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The heavy bear who goes with me,
A manifold honey to smear his face,
Clumsy and lumbering here and there,
The central ton of every place,
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Come dance to the drum.
Follow the steady heart beat,
By tapping the feet.
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YOU can keep your antique silver and your statuettes of bronze,
Your curios and tapestries so fine,
But of all your treasures rare there is nothing to compare
With this patched up, wornout football pal o’ mine.
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Wet heat drifts through the afternoon
like a campus dog, a fraternity ghost
waiting to stay home from football games.
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Well I've told you someday I'd have a lotta money
And you would see me grinnin' from ear to ear
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Football is my favorite game
I love to watch them play -
Those tightly muscled butts and legs
On an awesome autumn day;
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Joe Dunn were a bobby for football
He gave all his time to that sport,
He played for the West Wigan Whippets,
On days when they turned out one short.
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It were after the Battle of Crecy-
The foe all lay dead on the ground-
And King Edward went out with his soldiers
To clean up the places around.
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You know the old story Ann Landers tells
About the houseife in her basement doing the wash?
She's wearing her nightie, and she thinks, "Well, hell,
I might's well put this in as well," and then
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Twenty-Two stalwarts in stripes and shorts
Kicking a ball along,
Set in a square of leather-lunged sports
Twenty-two thousand strong,
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"First, do no harm," the Hippocratic
Oath begins, but before she might enjoy
such balm, the docs had to harm her tumor.
It was large, rare, and so anomalous
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There was an unwanted child.
Aborted by three modern methods
she hung on to the womb,
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Like medieval knights
Armor clad, in fields battle
To reap victory
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It‘s crazy to think one could describe them—
Calling on reason, fantasy, memory, eves and ears—
As though they were all alike any more
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The emus formed a football team
Up Walgett way;
Their dark-brown sweaters were a dream
But kangaroos would sit and scream
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(Harvard's prestige in football is a leading factor. The best players in the leading preparatory schools prefer to study at Cambridge, where they can earn fame on the gridiron. They do not care to be identified with Yale and Princeton.--JOE VILA in the Evening Sun.)

"Father," began the growing youth,
"Your pleading finds me deaf;
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'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,
If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'
Said Ida; 'let us down and rest;' and we
Down from the lean and wrinkled precipices,
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You can take your golf and the rolling greens
You tennis with manicured courts neat and clean
Your soccer, your swimming, your basketball scene -
None measure up to............FOOTBALL!
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'Twere getting dusk, one winter's night,
When up the clough there came in sight,
A lad who carried through the snow,
A banner with this 'ere motto...
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A rich man built up a stadium,
In a ground to play every game.
On the day of inauguration,
There was a big congregation.
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when your mother can rise from her place
on the pew during the early service,

early enough that the sun barely fills the sky
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1. DREAMS

I was an ice baby.
I turned to sky blue.
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Twice a week the winter thorough
Here stood I to keep the goal:
Football then was fighting sorrow
For the young man's soul.
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Grandpa Walt, allow me to share my thoughts
with you, if only because every time
I read “Passage to India” and come across
the phrase “passage to more than India”
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In a wild moraine of forgotten books,
On the glacier of years gone by,
As I plied my rake for order's sake,
There was one that caught my eye:
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A clock
...ticks.

A vase
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When the wars of the world seemed ended, and silent the distant drum,
Ten years ago in Australia, I wrote of a war to come:
And I pictured Australians fighting as their fathers fought of old
For the old things, pride or country, for God or the Devil or gold.
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Game of forward motion, kick, score,
Game of vibrant commotion, quick, dare,
Game of active promotion, lively, exciting.
Game of euphoric emotion, delightful, cheering!
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VISION 2020: COMBINED VISION OF FOUR GENERATIONS

(This is not a poem, but a thought process)
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PARALLEL LINES DO NOT MEET.
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My mother died on February 24 2016, when she was traveling on the entrance ramp to northbound I-29 from Mexico City Avenue. She traveled off the roadway and overcorrected, sending herself and her truck down an embankment. Ejected from her vehicle, she was dead on arrival.
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Isn’t it strange, this thing called
Poetry – and even stranger, these things
called similes and metaphors, which are
the very essence of what poetry
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You ask me to be gay and glad
While lurid clouds of danger loom,
And vain and bad and gambling mad,
Australia races to her doom.
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There's a gorilla in my back yard.
I'm making friends with him,
approaching cautiously,
as he moves toward my world.
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This is the football Season it is that time of year
When men in the pub talk football as they enjoy their beer
And look forward to September when one club will fly the winner's flag
The team that wins the Premiership gives their fans the right to brag.
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Your memory stays on
While you are long gone
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I saw it on the top shelf
When I went to the toy store
I thought that it was sleeping
But how come it did not snore
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They did not expect this. Being neither wise nor brave
And wearing only the beauty of youth's season
They took the first turning quite unquestioningly
And walked quickly without looking back even once.
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One chemical afternoon in mid-autumn,
When the grand mechanics of earth and sky were near;
Even the leaves of the locust were yellow then,
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Food and Football
Fantastic combination,
Fans excited, thrilled,
Fun filled evening!
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wanksta

a one-line poem in itself;
a sociological truffle
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After stepping into the field
there is no way out
even before you start the game
you hear the fans shout
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I

Oh, when I was a tiny boy,
My days and nights were full of joy,
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Out of our skull
on Rum & Red Bull

we play football
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I was a youngster - a girl in my teens,
He was captain of the school football team -
The month of October, full moon shining bright,
An old fashioned hayride on a Saturday night;
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Football fever
Gripping all over
Fierce battles
Fittingly fought
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Listen to their laughter
Listen to them sing
Watch them on the roundabout
Watch them on the swings
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My three-year-old put his hand on his chin
like he was mulling over something troubling
"But, Papa, " he moaned, "I pway wifh these! "
His room was cluttered from wall to wall--
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I bumped into my grandson's English teacher yesterday
at the football, and in between shouting like teenagers
I moaned about the state of A's Eng. Lit. not to mention Eng. Lang. -
you know, you've heard it all before... in my day.....never regretted....
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A stone's throw, just, from Chelsea's football ground,
-skinhead territory long before any silverware -
there's a barber whose window decorations indicate
they're stylists in that tricky, ingrowing black hair;
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I

If not for my father...
Would I have learned
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Once I had this fanciful idea of recording
the silence in each great cathedral
and marketing these...
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In the seventh grade in 1968,
playing football on the school playground
I heard that
Martin Luther King Jr.
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You are old, Mrs. Windle, the schoolchildren cried,
and you really are not very cool.
Yet you write and you paint and you teach on the side -
do you think that you should be in school?
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Withering and keen the winter comes
While comfort flyes to close shut rooms
And sees the snow in feathers pass
Winnowing by the window glass
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....water from the tap - can’t put it back
.................toothpaste - tried to put it back
..................gossiping - behind my back
..............angry words - can’t take them
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Dusk shall soon overtake the pale blue sky & the sun shall 'set'.
Since I submitted NO December showcase, you now shall GET....
....a January showcase in TWO PARTS, with poems I've favored....
....here on P-H and now share with YOU....so they may be savored...
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With Apologies to Oliver Twist and everybody else.

Football, glorious football.
Don't care what it looks like -.
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I.
O wild kaleidoscopic panorama of jaculatory arms and legs.
The twisting, twining, turning, tussling, throwing, thrusting,
throttling, tugging, thumping, the tightening thews.
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The great Hamburg football team
is to lay out a cemetery for supporters
next to its pitch – in the form, of course,
of another pitch whose grass
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Let’s suppose
you’ve bought or blagged
an invite to a buzzy West End party
after the football game, where
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'Twere getting dusk, one winter's night,
When up the clough there came in sight,
A lad who carried through the snow,
A banner with this 'ere motto...
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I wanted a muff
On an up-to-date scale,
Of some soft fluffy stuff,
With a head and a tail;
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Why do you love football?
What do you see in it?
Why not watch another sport
Like Rugby, Golf, or Cricket?
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Your box of brand-new football boots
this European season, where the diktat from Brussels sprouts hurhur,
will bear the helpful message
'Average contents: two'...
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They left before the end
The game is not for over
They had to leave the field
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For most of us in Kerala,
soccer is our religion, nothing less;
do not dare to argue with us on
our soccer heroes, you risk your life!
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I

At the Poem Society a black-haired man stands up to say
“You make me sick with all your talk about restraint and mature talent!
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The day approached when Fortune should decide
The important enterprise, and give the bride;
For now the rivals round the world had sought,
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For Sunday's play he never makes excuse,
But plays at taw, and buys his Spanish juice.
Hard as his toil, and ever slow to speak,
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I took her for my kind of person
And it was something of a shock
When my new friend revealed
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It’s such fun spotting them –
this should be built into the syllabus
of every English class: to con the cons;
sharpens the mind, too –
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Mr. Abraham Abramovitch
Was very very rich
He bought a club called Chelsea
Who play football on a pitch
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The Stadium was ready for a thrilling floodlit game,
All the Fans were there, eager to give acclaim.
Out ran the teams, rearing to play their part,
Along with the Referee, who was anxious to start.
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Hard were the calluses on my Daddy's hands the first time he held me,
and hard it was on Christmas morn' to find only one small gift beneath our tiny tree.
Hard was my Mom's life, raising seven kids and washing other people's clothes.
Without our family's belief in God, life could have been harder.Who knows?
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It's that time of year which has been brought upon us again.
We shall praise our land before us, for
The warmth and joy of summer is here again, and our will begin
To sustain.
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We were challenged by The Dingoes - they're the pride of Squatter's Gap-
To a friendly game of football on the flat by Devil's Trap.
And we went along on horses, sworn to triumph in the game,
For the honour of Gyp's Diggings, and the glory of the same.
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I remarked that man is saddest, and his heart is filled with woe,
When he hasn’t any money, and his pants begin to go;
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She's turning seventeen
still sweet
(and pure)
with a fire in her
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I took my little boy
to a nearby football pitch
He said he was tired
of playing hide and seek
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Every day and night
I think of you
Then a light
Goes on in my head
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Life is like a football ground
Few hours before
A pin drop silence played
On the ground.
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Our teacher's a football fanatic.
It's all that he has on his mind.
He listens to games on his headphones,
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Do you know 'Erb? Now, there's a dinkum sport.
If football's on your mind, why, 'Erb's the sort
To put you wise. It's his whole end and' aim.
Keen? He's as keen as mustard on the game.
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bumped into my grandson's English teacher yesterday
at the football, and in between shouting like teenagers
I moaned about the state of A's Eng. Lit. not to mention Eng. Lang. -
you know, you've heard it all before... in my day.....never regretted....
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10 sep 08
For Li.

Women are an awful lot
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Perfection isn't enough,
Cristiano Ronaldo would say,
Because he is improving,
With his practice everyday;
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I listen to the call for prayers in the mosques,
I listen to the bells of churches and temples,
In front of my eyes is an asteroid sent by my god,
So you are going to end this sinful world, oh my lord!
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The paths of bricks and stones surround my city life
The cold of winter could not touch me still on the Cheragi Hill
No smoldering or bonfire I need here to warm my skin
Less time I watch the TV program, not fond of the world soccer
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I’ve started a 'showcase' on my PoemHunter site,
which is NOT a contest; it’s no arena for a fight,
but instead a place where once a month I shall post..
a poem from you, a PH member, which you’d like read most.
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A letter from a friend
arrived today.
Tidbits of news,
the local flood
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