Sports Poems, Poetry about Sports

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.

Manny Pacquiao

As a young boy,
He lived in extreme poverty
And worked as a construction boy.
Even though there were no foods to offer
On the table and being a boxer
Was the only way to feed his family,
He never lost his faith to God Almighty.
Not a single day he missed to pray.
Until one day,
He discovered his special gifts.

In sport of boxing today,
He’s a pound-for-pound king.
Within the ring,
People called him ‘The Beast’
‘Cause many boxing legends had tried their best
As they’d promised to defeat ‘The Beast.’
But none of them came to close.
By his powerful hands and blind speeds,
they’d suffered the shocking loss.

Manny Pacquiao is an all-time-great,
A philanthropist,
‘The Nation’s Fist, ‘
‘The Fighting Pride of the Philippines, ‘
‘The Fighting Congressman, ‘
The ‘Pac-Man, ‘
‘The Mexicutioner, ‘
‘The Destroyer, ‘
An actor,
A singer,
A prizefighter,
A ‘Fighter of the Decade, ‘
And an eight-division world champion.
He is my pride!

This poem was written/submitted by Alon Calinao Dy.

Over Thinking

I pick up my helmet and bat,
walk up to the plate looking like a little scaredy cat.
In my head knowing I am set ro fail
and my body knowing I have some chance.
They say fear is not something to have
but something hasn’t given it something to grab.
Maybe one day I will stop overthinking.

This poem was written/submitted by Kaitlin.


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.


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.


Sweating throught the
Pressure and pain because
Out of all the players you are better than the rest,
so now it’s time to be put to the test
So go out there and prove that you are the best

This poem was written/submitted by Carter A7x.

The Basketball Game

Zip, Zip, Zip goes the ball as it flies
The crowd seeing it fly with their own two eyes
Thud, Thud,Thud as they dribble the ball
til they’ve passed the ball to all
5 seconds left til the game is over
Shot from half court boy did the ball hover!
Four, Three, Two ,one! the crowd yelling out loud
When we realize we win we stand tall and proud.

This poem was written/submitted by Cassan.

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