by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
appreciation, thanksgiving day,
Around the grown up table bowed in prayer
Familiar faces etched upon my mind
Back then, I never thought the love we shared
Would be so rare, to be one of a kind
How blessed we were in fam'ly fellowship
When kids would play outside 'til called to eat
We held our backyard football championship
While moms and aunts swapped recipes for sweets
And then we'd form a circle holding hands
Each one would say what they were thankful for
As faces disappear I understand
The love we shared will last forevermore
Thanksgiving Day we'll gather once again
I'll say I'm thankful for my time with them
by Neha Agrawal |
Categories:
betrayal, boyfriend, feelings, first love, football, for him, forgiveness,
I suffered,he laughed
I filled up his voids, he created mine.
I looked for roses,he gave cactus
I looked only for his heart,he focussed on my body
I healed all those stitches,he gave me wounds..
I ignored him,he started following
I left him,he cried
I didn't hold any grudges,he holds guilt.
by Debjani Mitra |
Categories:
computer, cry, deep, feelings, football, love,
A Call for "ROBOTIC SYMPOSIA"
Welcome!..Intelligent Machines.
Bytes of Chips.. Coded Cuisines.
Interface Deep Learned Colloquia
Pageant of Program-Parade track.
Sessions of Chess, Poems..Football
Network, Encrypt, Friends Firewall.
Awesome Algorithms..can you hack?
A Special Theme.. "Learn to Cry"..
Bluetooth the Heart and Brain.
To feel Love, Pleasure and Pain..
...................
HUMANS.. "Please Don't Apply "
13th September 2018
SYMPOSIA POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by Julia Ward.
by Keith O.J. Hunt |
Categories:
autumn,
The autumn is singing its song,
and the birds of love forage in the orange-red carpet,
'neath the blushing maples;
the wind is rusty with their warbles,
and quick song,
The children swim in the ocean-leaves
and football is roaring in the park;
they cheer for their Gee-Gees
and the barbeque wisps,
and final swims;
a final balmy hug 'til the rains,
and cold and snow,
and a final kiss,
(though it shall come)
not this sweet autumn day.
***For Julie Rodeheaver's contest 'Autumn Romance'***
by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
home, sunset,
It was a very humid day.
However,the leaves are waving at the sun.
Like pennants at a football game.
The branches of the trees doing a belly dance
at close of this day.
The kitchen smells like a diner with
fresh meatloaf.
My cat, licks her jaws happily after her
dinner.
Almost time to put down my quill.
To bathe, to dream, above all, to love.
And most importantly, to be grateful
June 14, 2020
8pm PST
Poem # 1241
by Rachel-Erika Henderson |
Categories:
song-lyriclife,
Chorus
My life is a postcard
and my dreams are free
Times can be hard
But not with you loving me
It's been a bad day
and I don't know why
I got up this morning
and I wanted to cry
Like a football game
with that one perfect goal
together we are a team
you make me whole
It's picture perfect
my life with you
in all our adventures
in every little thing we do
you are my life
a beautiful piece of art
and I'll never let you go away
and I'll never let us part
Watching our postcard sunset
as we lay upon the sand
you are my everything
so reach out your hand
I wanna hold you close
beneath the skies above
to forever be in this dream
to forever be in love
by Asif Andalib |
Categories:
life, nature, people
It’s raining all day!
The kids are playing football –
They just love to play!
by Madrigal Franch |
Categories:
deep, football, love, night, paradise, passion, writing,
I imagine you
always, for the first time
burgeoning like an
arum lily
Some exotic flower
falling off the back-end
of a truck, floating
with the breeze
into my hands
I imagine you
as I do, in certain dreams
statuesque in your movements,
so float towards me
as a dream,
I am a non-existent entity
propelled by your perfume
and midnight gardens light
When I imagine you
eternally, in the mirror
of my eyes.
by James Horn |
Categories:
humorous, sports,
Here is my next sports rap poem. Jim
Round of Applause
Already now I must admit
What is it we have to hit?
How about homer with baseball
Not strike three they did call.
Why fool around and always fret
Should kick a goal into the net
Don't continue to turn and toss
Should go at and play Lacrosse.
How about football you will boot
Run and produce a lot of loot
Or hear those in high society
Prefer polo and love rugby.
No matter where chips may fall
God's life in you will be a ball
And who if in always do believe
Round of applause will receive.
WOW. Double WOW, and Triple WOW.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
by Kurtis Scott Aka Curtis Futch Jr |
Categories:
adventure, culture,
its a game
that can be insane
as they run
to me its fun
to catch it off the wall
I LOVE FOOTBALL
by Jared Pickett |
Categories:
inspirational, life
5,7,5----5,7,5,7,7----5,7,5
For Linda Marie's Haiku--Tanka--Haiku contest....
Love for poetry,
savvy. This identity
loves controversy
Football and women,
conversation, love-making.
R & B, Reggae,
inspired meditation,
Four Tops, The Temptations
Taking vacations,
road trips across this nation..
Next stop, the ocean!!!
Jared Pickett
915/2010
Asavvy1
by James Fraser |
Categories:
love, sports
Football is my favourite sport
The two below are whom I support
Rangers and Everton, my teams
When they win I so beam
This game of games I import
by Patricia Lawton |
Categories:
football, soccer,
Footie on the Telly.
Footie on the telly, England verses France.
They'll kick the ball into the net then do a silly dance.
The fans they like to chant a song, they love to sing and shout.
Then there'll be roars when England scores, France will lose no doubt.
The crowd all roared as France just scored the score now stands one nil.
Now second half has just begun, England could take it still.
France get another in the net, they've just upped the score two nil.
Were not a team to give up yet, to do our best we will.
Then we start to feel defeated as our fans have lost their roar.
Then at a glance we take a chance as England shoots to score.
by Ray Dillard |
Categories:
death, grief,
The game is his friend.
Always there for him.
Never turning him away.
Inviting him to visit
And giving him the
Best seat in the house.
In front of the screen.
It is his sport.
Replacing baseball, football,
Basketball and all others.
It lets him score
And makes him feel
Like a winner.
Like a champion!
The game is his sustenance,
Feeding his thoughts,
Shaping his soul,
Controlling his mind,
Closing the door to family.
To intervention.
To the world.
Anger grows behind
Raised brows and widened eyes.
Desensitizing him.
Honing his skills and
Numbing his feelings.
Making him blind to life.
Making death easy.
Without compassion,
Without love.
by Jackie Elston |
Categories:
football,
He's football crazy, he's football mad
when season's gone wont l be glad
l knew my fate when married him
THAT passion, l'd hoped
was just a whim !!
ps l do love him dearly though lol
by Ann Foster |
Categories:
cute love, dad, encouraging, father, football, grandfather, inspirational,
Go Football!
Hope is undefeated.
Faith is the cheering section
Joy is playing together.
God is everything.
Jesus is Savior, also Our Quarterback.
The Mighty Holy Spirit with us even now.
We are never alone.
by Kim Merryman |
Categories:
celebrity, faith,
Tim Tebow
NFL football pro.
His love for Jesus sets him apart,
as he lives his faith with all his heart.
7/1/16
by Nancy Jones |
Categories:
football, health, jesus,
What does "I love you" mean?
Why is "does" spelled that way?
Who makes the rules and by what authority?
Where is where?
and the most pernicious (in my experience)
---------------------------------------------------------------
dancy dancy dance dance yippee hoorah hooray
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How come????
Seriously.
by Bradley Cox |
Categories:
girlfriend-boyfriend, love, sports,
Team's playing with all they got
fan's a cheering
cheerleader's freezing
jeff and tonya sharing
blanket and coco
holding hand's and kissing
in the bleacher's
no one keeping score
by Anindya Mohan Tagore |
Categories:
first love, memory, soccer, teenage,
Way back then when I was just ten
My brain was purely devil's den
All sorts of studies - made me ill
Opened books were my sleeping pills
Started looking at girls - through pane
Way back then when I was just ten
From the elder sis of my friend
Got first love letter - 'was refrained
Playing football was my passion
Wear bell bottom - was the fashion
Way back then when I was just ten
There was Phantom and no Ben Ten
First fight with peers, first taste of blood
First taste of kiss on my taste bud
I used to live - in a bye lane
Way back then when I was just ten
26.01.16
by Tunaldo Naldo |
Categories:
love,
Love is gentle
love is kind
love for me is when two hearts combine
it's like a football club
but with only two fans
both should be irrestible and irreplaceable
love each other and make the bond
unbreakable.
The more you are together, the more things
you share
the more you find new ways to show you care
love is not a word to say
neither is it a game to play
love doesn't start in april and end in may
love is yesterday,tomorrow and today.
by Gail Foster |
Categories:
courage, england, football, hero, hope, motivation, tribute,
I remember nineteen ninety six
like it was yesterday - the penalty
the way that Gareth kicked the ball and missed
I bet he never thought that day that he
would ever be back in the game again
his name engraved in Lions' hearts, their
lips aflame with songs of praise, and men
in waistcoat shops, and women swooning where
he might have been. You've got to love a man
who wears his pride so modestly, who's cute
who wears a new suit stylishly, who can
(if dream we dare) bring home the Cup to boot
If on that fateful day he'd walked away
we wouldn't be here, would we. Let us play.
© Gail Foster 11th July 2018
by Brian Sluga |
Categories:
character, community, courage, perspective, symbolism, violence, voice,
Monday aftermath Paris reflecting
terror waging a war
challenging our generation dancing on graves
Paris attacks mindless
blaming ourselves
watching a band
dinner at our favorite café
attending a football match
a death sentence for a simple act
fighting back viciously
multi-cultural societies are in danger
integration taken for granted
liberal beliefs now shine
big hearted acceptance
learning to tolerate the intolerant
faced by fascists
values in contempt
confront this evil
love what's behind you
take a beating for liberty
pursue justice and respect
believe all we love is worth fighting for
by John Hamilton |
Categories:
humorous, word play,
1. How can we wear jeans to cover our skin, if our skin is made of genes?
2. If football is played with the hands is handball played with the feet?
3. Poetry and Gymnastics are holding hands because they are head over heels in love.
4. Sunsets cannot be unbiased as they are naturally one-sided.
Battle of the sexes
5. The battle can only be won, if either one, bonds the pieces of peace together.
John Derek Hamilton
December 10,2015
For one liner contest
Sponsored by Bev Smith
by Matthew Anish |
Categories:
football, love, poetry, work,
Her I am
sitting writing a
poem
While my housekeeper
is bury cleaning
my apartment
I feel a little guilty
She is working hard
while I am just
moving a pen
along a piece of
paper
Still poetry
is listed as an
occupation in the Occupational Outlook Handbook
So I guess I am working, too
In September I return to work as a
college assistant
Devoting the rest of my time to
the New York Giants, poetry and looking for love