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The Love Of Football
I've often found it quite baffling
People’s immense love for a sport
That’s nothing more than ball handling
And a thunderous crowd of rare support.
Male and female, old and young
The spirit takes over their hearts and souls
Holding them captive, and quite overhung
Until the scoring of the goals.
Have you noticed the deserted streets
On a day a match is to be played?
Have you observed the loud drumbeats
That accompanies a team-win parade?
I ask myself, is this love or is this obsession?
Is this fan sell-out without discretion?
That a ball-engage in a ninety minute session
Would elicit from so many, such weighty expression.
Football binds the country, they're quick to say
Football is an antidote for dismay
Whether to watch or whether to play
Football reigns every day.
At this point, there’s nothing more that I can say
Other than pass the ball, and let us play
Football it is any day
Football it is all the way.
Viola Akhigbe
I chose this poem because
it describes a true love for
the sport of football. It
shows true passion for
football and how important
it is to this man. He tries to
convince the reader that
football is the best sport
known to man and no other
sport can compare.
This poem uses end rhyme
by every other line in the
poem rhyming.
FOOTBALL
Football, glorious football.
Don't care what it looks like -.
Burned! Underdone! Crude!
Don't care what those crooks like.
Just thinking of growing fat.-
Our senses go reeling.
One moment of knowing that
Full-up feeling from sitting on
the couch!
Football, glorious football!
What wouldn't we give for
That extra bit more,
that's all that we should live for.
Why should we be fated
to do nothing but brood
on football,
magical football,
wonderful football,
marvelous football,
fabulous football,
beautiful football,
glorious football!
Fred Babbin
This poem shows how
amazing football is.
From laces on the ball to
the laces on your cleats
the game is magic. The
feeling you get while
plying overwhelming to
one person. True
happiness in peoples
lives.
This poem shows rhyme
by the word football
repeating at the end of
the poem.
Another Football Season
Another Football Season has just commenced having said so
just the same
A lot of hype and excitement about a field game
For many from their life problems a relief of sorts
Suppose that's why the establishments created sports.
Some things do seem to change little from year to year
Of football fans discussing football one often does hear
They talk of their Club as if the Club they did own
'Tis from people like them that Football Clubs are grown.
They talk of team ratings and player stats and of last weekend's
best on ground
And of who their team are due to play in the next round
And the forward with a goal for the taking who kicked a behind
Next week with the seconds a place he may not find.
Another Football Season commencing the barracker's wife
She does feel neglected but then such is life
He knows about Football and the words of the Club song
And his heart to the Club it does surely belong.
Francis Duggan
This poem is about the start of
a new season. New faces and
players and old players leaving.
Showing who will dominate the
next season. Showing that this
year is their year.
This poem shows end rhyme
since every two lines rhyme
with each other.
Football Is Round
A shooting ball is swooshing;
People in globe are watching.
On a sudden
Hails of cheers, vales of tears.
At losers' silence, winners're proud
Football is round.
In the humming of vuvuzel
Behind yellow and red card
All pass in the eyes of eagle
Nothing is impossible.
Football is round
For entertaining goal.
Louisa Dai
This poem describes a
football. It also shows the
emotion of the people. The
sounds of everyone involved
in the game. The poem is
about the true entertainment
of football.
This poem has imagery since
you can visualize the sounds
and the football which is
round.
Football
Football is the sport of mentality,
Though many people think it is like a fatality,
Lessons learned can overcome,
Anything negative that may come.
The field is like a classroom outside
That is why the sport is known far and wide,
As everything you learn,
Can be applied.
“Football is like a war, ” some people say,
But the sport affects players in a different way,
Violence isn’t the only thing,
You can win without it,
Just like Martin Luther King,
You don’t have to be affected by how much you weigh,
How tall, how fast, how strong,
For just like an art,
Football is judged based on how much heart.
Jack McGivern
This poem is all about the metal
stages of football. It says how it
should not matter the size of the
person but the size of their heart.
Johnny Manziel once said “You
can measure but you cant
measure heart”. That quote truly
shows size does not matter.
This poem uses simile “The field is
like a classroom outside”.
Life is more than you expect...
I leap over the high walls,
to see the world out there,
I run about 100 km,
just to get myself up loaded,
I swim round the vast of the blue oceans,
because I feel free,
I punch 100 thick layers of bricks,
to get ready for challenge,
I swing myself into space just to visit the moon,
and safely land on the ground,
thinking,
more...and...more,
what do you think,
life is more than what you see,
so make most of your goals
like football that runs in the jungle,
to your goal.
Lee Sharon
This poem is about accomplishing
goals. No matter how much it takes
to never give up on yourself. This
shows that work pays off.
This is an example on blank verse
since none of it really rhymes.
Bad at football
I’m not too good at football
although I try real hard
when they put me in
we never gain a yard
I slower then the rest
but I run with all my might
I mess up all the plays
it seems I’m never right
why should I keep trying
when ill lose still in the end
its like the pain of losing
will never ever end.
Aaron Fullbright
This poem is about the loss of a
game. How sad one can be after
a game. It’s the disappointment
of a losing season.
This is an internal rhyme with
never and ever
Omaha Calling
'Omaha' - a quarterback yell,
An audible to change the play.
Rest of the team is s'posed to gel,
And do the down another way.
The Native American tribe,
Omaha, was source of the name.
But football call? - hard to ascribe,
Omaha did not play the game.
Native Americans should not
Be offended at such a call,
Not a negative slurring blot,
But a positive in football.
Ima Ryma
This poem is about a call called
omaha. A call the connects the
team to know what to do. A call that
creates a bond between
teammates.
This poem has onomatopoeia.
Peyton Manning, the man to the
left, is known for the calling
‘omaha’.
The Football Field
I am like the lion in the jungle
The most feared and dangerous animal
You cannot run from me and you cannot hide
Because when I'm in the jungle theirs nowhere to go
I am like your daily hit-man whenever I see you with
That football I have to take you out
Every game or practice I have nervousness running
through
My body when this happen
I feel as if I am like a glass cup easy to break
So I have to clear my mind of everything I'm thinking
about
Close my eyes and take a deep breath and take it all
out because
I'm doing it as if it was my last play for my football
career
Or maybe my last on earth because every play can be
your last
I love this sport with all my heart but I'm just not going
to
Lose my life or have a permanent injury from it
Brandon Miller
This is about a non stop battle. A man
that wont ever give up on his team. A
constant fight against opposing
teams. True love of the sport.
This poem has simile, “ I am like a
lion in the jungle”.
Throwin around that old football.
It doesn't matter how big or small.
Just a game of catch to start the day.
Without any rules to obey.
Throwin around that old football.
And watching it soar.
Oh who could think it a boar.
As it flys through the air.
We continue to stare.
Until it touches our hands
And there it lands.
Throwin around that old football.
Just playing a little catch with my friend.
I wish today would never end.
We toss the ball a few times more.
My mom yells from our door
I know we're done
We've had our fun.
Ashlie Olsen
This poem is about the love
of the sport. No matter what it
takes to play that they will
play it. In the hardest time
through thick and thin they
will battle through the fight.
This poem has stanza in it. It
has 3 of them.
There was once a man from Haiti
The earthquake killed his lady
He cried and battled
Ate all his cattle
And now he drives a Mercedes
LIMERICK
Diamonte
Browns
Great team, exciting
Amazing, enjoying, winning
Orange, brown, black, gold
Sucking, losing, crying gross, dirty
Steelers
TANKA
It is a chilled day
The gust of wind cooling me
I cant feel my face
I don’t have enough clothes on
Please let me go home, wait no