Sports Poems, Poetry about Sports

PLAYING SPORT

Growing up in country
play a lot of sport
fun thing to do with mates
use bat, or ball is caught

we were always swimming
in the creek at first
then moved to Olympic pool
chlorine in eyes was worst

play short-stop at softball
in hockey centre-half-back
have casual hit of tennis
Dad teaches golfing knack

thankful for opportunity
built strong lungs and bones
helps with co-ordination
and team skill hones

This poem was written/submitted by Bugs.

Sisters In the Spotlight

Sandy hair bouncing on her shoulders
Amy runs the track day after day
Heavy breathing finishes her run
Gallons of juice at the finish line

Ash blonde hair in a similar style
Kayla splashes through water
Beating her opponents
Towel wrapped around her
She waits for her next race

Sandy hair tied in a bun
Meg races across the court
Making baskets
One Two Three
Her team is undefeated

Three sisters a year apart
All very athletic
Have one similar dream
Be the best they can be…

This poem was written/submitted by Deanna.

Soccer

I love you more than my old soccer cleats,
The ones I’ll never give up.
I love you more than the perfect field,
The one I use to warm up.
I love you more than my soccer ball,
The one that’s perfect for amazing passes.
I love you more than me running along those different types of grasses.
I love you more than the cheering crowds,
The stands made out of plaster.
I love you more than that perfect kick,
That I have yet to master.
I love you more than my soccer cleats the ones that hold all reason.
I love you more than my coach, my soccer team and my season.
I love you more than winning that world cup,
That we have yet to reclaim.
I can’t believe I love you more than the beautiful game.

This poem was written/submitted by Mandy.

The Will to Win

You can’t coach heart, you can never coach desire,
they must always come from within.
Rules may be learned, and skills developed,
But you cannot be taught the will to win.
You must reach a little deeper to bring out your best,
You must be your own motivation.
Keep going, never quit, you have to have a reason,
You are your own strength, your own inspiration.

By: Melissa Underwood

The World’s Fastest Bicycle

My bicycle’s the fastest
that the world has ever seen;
it has supersonic engines
and a flame-retardant sheen.

My bicycle will travel
a gazillion miles an hour —
it has rockets on the handlebars
for supplemental power.

The pedals both are jet-propelled
to help you pedal faster,
and the shifter is equipped
with an electric turbo-blaster.

The fender has a parachute
in case you need to brake.
Yes, my bike is undeniably
the fastest one they make.

My bicycle’s incredible!
I love the way it feels,
and I’ll like it even more
when Dad removes the training wheels.

This poem was written/submitted by Kenn.

To the Top

Knowing you can…means everything
Playing as a team…means selflessness
Giving all you’ve got…is heart
Playing bloody and hurt…is courage
Taking chances…is guts
Keeping your head up…means confidence
The move forward when times are tough…is determination
The final score…your reward

By: Stephanie Mosley

What Is a Player?

A player is one who doesn’t give up at the sight of defeat,
But learns from their mistakes and puts them beneath.

A player is one who doesn’t give up at the sound of the buzzer,
Always giving what they have from one side of the court to the other.

A player is one who doesn’t whine about their playing time,
Because a player knows it’s an unacceptable crime.

A player is one who practices game-speed,
Always keeping in mind that their shots are not guaranteed.

A player is one who doesn’t settle for anything less,
Even knowing, that they’re not the best.

They will be the ones you see outside practicing,
Day or Night, Rain or shine,
They are the ones running on hurt ankles, admitting there fine.

A player is one who has a strong, sensible mind,
Never pondering about failing, only contemplating prevailing.

A player is one who doesn’t chicken out,
Who wants to be in the game when everything counts.

Now, that is a true player.

By: Jessica Taylor

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