Sports Poems, Poetry about Sports

Anything Is Possible

Anything is possible, if you think it is worthwhile
If you’re willing to go the distance, to go the extra mile.
With determination and effort, you can often achieve more
Because you don’t always get what you wish, but what you work for.
Dreams can become challenging, but no matter what the cost
Strive to complete the task before you, and you’ll never end up lost.
So bring with you your goals, and leave your doubts behind
Whether you think you can or can’t, you certainly will find
You’ll be right either way–so never quit, and this is why:
You’ll never become a failure, until you fail to try.

By: Melissa Underwood


Strike one, strike two, strike three and you’re out,
but that’s ok kiddo there’s no need to pout.
oh please oh please stop your moaning,
I don’t want to end up like a coach always groaning.
You don’t have to worry there is a next time,
It’s not like baseball is a major crime.
If you want to practice at 12:00 o’ clock,
I will have to meet you at the seventh block.
Practice makes perfect so you better not stop,
Only if you get pulled over by an unusual cop.
That doesn’t seem so likely to happen,
As long as you don’t stop and have a nappen.
Well now lets begin the fun for today,
Remember to practice and not run away.
I believe in you that you will do good,
But if you don’t I know that you could.

By: Jennifer Nixon


I can hear the cries of the crowd
High up in the stands.
Flesh against steel, the bat is now
An extension of my hands

The sun beats down from up above
Heat waves rise off clay.
The weather knows it, as I do
That it is time to play.

The pitcher glares from under brim
The catcher shifts his feet.
To hurl a sphere of white-hot flame
Into the summer’s heat.

The first pitch soars right past me
I know that’s not my hit.
Behind my dust explodes from
Inside the catchers mitt.

Perfect pitch is soon to come
This I know is true
For flame and bat shall yet collide
And ball will fly to blue.

Another pitch is catapulted
Here in this baseball rapture.
Crack of the bat is something
No Kodak can capture.

The dirt beneath my shoes, I hear
But to the cheers I yield
For this is between two beings
Myself and my field.

Around the diamond, I do fly
A creature of infinite fate
No infielder shall stop me ’till
I slide across home plate.

The grass is mine, the fence is mine
I’m labeled by no stat.
But outfielders will quiver
When I step up to bat.

This poem was written/submitted by Mandy.


It is not only your ego at stake.
This game is a metaphor for truth,
no habits, no fear.
Talent has many ways,
but few are the clean paths to beauty.
Do not underestimate scars.
Losing games you start losing life.
This world will not be new forever,
and a taste of truth may carry disillusion.
Overcome it and that´s victory.

This poem was written/submitted by Mandy.


You don’t always have to be in the lead…
If you have the heart to come from behind.
Don’t give up hope, don’t doubt yourself,
And a new strength is what you’ll find.
The spirit of competition, the desire to succeed
will always be important for life.
So give your all, everything you’ve got,
No matter the occasion, through pain and strife.
So step up to the plate, enter the race,
Never be afraid to take your turn.
Because winners are people who just never quit,
And this is a life lesson we all will learn.

By: Melissa Underwood


No matter the weather,
No matter the pain,
The kick always starts the game,
The team runs it back as far as they can
And the opposing team must defend
Run or pass you don’t want to finish last.
Four fifteen minute quarter to decide the winner.
Practice is the key to a successful team
Playoffs are where they want to be.
The looser goes home empty handed
And the winner moves on.
With the Super Bowl in view
The lucky few will take home all the glory.
And that’s the end of my story.

This poem was written/submitted by Aaron Toner.

Game Over

You try to take the best of me
i used to allow it
but not anymore
go away
i wanna be in a better place
i hate when you say you don; t understand
i hate living surrounded by unhappiness and evil
i wanna be with the good energy
not with the enemy
i am sick of the tension
sick of the hate
sick of the anger
i am sick of you
so just please
go away
find another to play your little games with
for i am finished
game over .

This poem was written/submitted by Mandy.

If you think

If you think you are beaten, you are.
If you think you dare not, you don’t!
If you like to win, but think you can’t,
It’s almost a cinch you won’t.

If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost;
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow’s will;
It’s all in the state of mind.

If you think you are outclassed, you are,
You’ve got to think high to rise,
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.

Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man
But sooner or later the man who wins
Is the man who THINKS HE CAN.

This poem was written/submitted by Sturt.


News paper is better than magazine
When it’s done
The ground is the best than on the street
To start, it’s better to run than to walk
Once successful
One needs a lot of space
It needs creativity but easy to learn
Young and old will love it
Conflict is minimal
Wind brings no complication
Using rock serves as better anchor
While in there, birds seldom get close
Rain soaks it fast though
But one never gets a chance
When it breaks
It’s nowhere to be found.

This poem was written/submitted by Edgar.

Lousy Catcher’s Mitt

I bought myself a catcher’s mitt
so I could catch a ball.
But all I ever caught were things
I didn’t want at all.

I caught a fish, I caught a cab;
just how I can’t explain.
I caught my brother telling lies,
I even caught a train.

I caught a show, I caught a crook,
I caught the evening news.
I caught my sister kissing boys,
and then I caught a snooze.

Come see my lousy catcher’s mitt:
a wonder to behold!
I’ve never caught a single ball,
and now I’ve caught a cold!

This poem was written/submitted by Kenn.

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