10 Best Short Poems About Football
By: Maya Anthony (EngDic)
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10 Best Short Poems About Football
Football, a game loved worldwide, is more than just a sport; it's a passion, a drama, and a unifier. This collection of 10 short poems celebrates the spirit of football, capturing the excitement, the triumphs, the camaraderie, and the heartache that comes with this beautiful game.
Each poem is a tribute to different aspects of football, resonating with fans and players alike.
1. The Beautiful Game
This poem celebrates football as the beautiful game, highlighting the joy and unity it brings to players and fans across the globe.
2. The Goalkeeper's Guard
This poem is a homage to the unsung hero of the field - the goalkeeper, whose resilience and vigilance are crucial to the team.
Between the posts, the keeper stands,
Guarding the goal with steadfast hands.
Eyes focused, ready for the fight,
In their guard, the team's might.
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Leaping high, diving low,
Against shots that fiercely flow.
Each save, a victory on its own,
In their vigil, strength is shown.
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Unsung hero of the green,
Their valor often unseen.
In the keeper's dauntless heart,
Football's essence plays a part.
3. The Echo of the Whistle
This poem reflects on the start and end of a football match, symbolized by the referee's whistle, a sound that brings both anticipation and conclusion.
With a whistle's shrill, the game begins,
A symphony of hopes and grins.
Players and fans, in unison breathe,
In that sound, their dreams they sheathe.
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Through tackles, passes, cheers, and cries,
Under the open, vast skies.
The whistle's echo, a guiding light,
In its call, the game's delight.
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And when the final whistle blows,
A story of triumphs and woes.
In its sound, a journey's end,
Football's message, it does send.
4. Midnight Match
Celebrating the joy of informal, late-night football games, this poem captures the essence of playing for the love of the game.
Under the moon's gentle glow,
In streets and parks, passions flow.
Friends gather, forming teams,
In their play, their laughter beams.
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The night's cool air, their playing field,
To tiredness, they do not yield.
Kicking, running, in the dark,
Each goal, a joyous spark.
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Midnight matches, under starry skies,
Where the love of football lies.
In these moments, pure and bright,
Football's magic takes its flight.
5. The Underdog's Day
This poem is about the triumphs of the underdog teams, their unexpected victories that remind us of football's unpredictability and charm.
In the realm where giants tread,
Underdogs lift their hopeful head.
With each match, they dare to dream,
In their spirit, a relentless beam.
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Defying odds, with grit they play,
In their heart, a fiery fray.
Each goal, a story of might,
Underdogs, in their flight.
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The day they triumph, the crowd in awe,
In their win, a universal law.
Football's beauty, in surprise,
In underdog stories, it lies.
6. The Coach's Wisdom
Paying tribute to the role of coaches, this poem highlights their guidance and the lasting impact they have on players.
Behind the team, the coach stands tall,
Guiding, teaching, through it all.
In their words, wisdom and care,
Shaping players with flair.
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Tactics drawn, strategies made,
In their vision, the game's played.
Motivating through highs and lows,
In their leadership, the team grows.
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The coach's wisdom, a guiding star,
In their counsel, players go far.
Football's not just a physical game,
In their mentorship, it gains fame.
7. The Derby Day
This poem captures the excitement and rivalry of derby matches, where local teams clash, bringing a unique fervor to the fans.
In the city's heart, a rivalry brews,
Two teams, in their distinct hues.
Derby day, a local clash,
In the fans, emotions splash.
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Stadiums roar, chants align,
In this battle, more than a line.
Pride and honor, on the field lay,
In the derby, legends play.
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At the final whistle, joy or despair,
In those moments, memories share.
Derby day, a tale of two,
In this game, passion's true.
8. The Comeback
Focusing on the thrill of a comeback, this poem illustrates the indomitable spirit of a team overturning the odds.
Down by goals, but not in heart,
The team readies for a fresh start.
With every tick of the clock,
In their will, no room for mock.
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Rising up, with fierce intent,
Their resolve, never bent.
One goal, then two, the crowd's roar,
In their comeback, legends soar.
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The final whistle, a victorious sound,
In their triumph, spirits unbound.
Comebacks, the essence of the fight,
In football's drama, a thrilling sight.
9. The Silent Field
Reflecting on the empty football fields in off-seasons, this poem evokes the anticipation and memories that these silent spaces hold.
Empty fields, goalposts stand,
Waiting for the next command.
Silent echoes of games past,
In their quiet, memories cast.
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Grass untrampled, lines unseen,
Yet in stillness, a latent sheen.
Anticipation in the air,
In silence, the field's bare.
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But soon, the cheers will fill the space,
Football's heart, back in its place.
Silent fields, a temporary phase,
In their quiet, the game's praise.
10. The Final Penalty
This poem captures the intense moment of a penalty shootout, where the game's outcome hangs on a single kick.
In the box, a lone figure stands,
The ball, the goal, in their hands.
Breaths held, a silent plea,
In this kick, the game's decree.
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Eyes locked, a moment's pause,
In their shot, no time for flaws.
The run, the kick, the net's embrace,
In that strike, a game's grace.
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Cheers erupt, or sighs descend,
On this shot, fates bend.
Penalties, a dramatic end,
In football's tale, a crucial bend.
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Maya is an evocative poetess whose writings emanate the very essence of romance, inspiration, and the raw beauty of nature. Each verse she pens is a testament to her profound connection with the world around her, intertwining human emotions with the delicate nuances of the natural realm. With a heart that beats in poetic rhythms, Maya captures the ephemeral moments of love, hope, and wonder, weaving them into timeless tales that resonate deeply with her readers. Her words are not just read, but felt, echoing the timeless dance between nature and emotions.
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Although the poems are specifically about International Football rather than American Football, many of them still ring true for the America's game.
no offense Buzz, but being to me about soccer, it sorta does
and I can appreciate the good sentiment, and last night's game was not a competitive contest, the kind i like best, I did get to watch it with my son and my father who is also 88, and that part alone, was enough to make it GREAT! Cause doubt we will get to experience as much between us again, as three present men, thus why the boring to me game, will now always be about my best, and sorry for taking your forum, to get it off my chest, but i least i tried to get in a few rhymes, as nothing can stop, the changing of the times....
It's okay Yoda, I'm not offended.
Your three generations sitting peacefully together to witness a comment interest is what is so very important in these days of divisiveness and inter-family political animosity.
But International Football by any other name is still soccer.
curious, Yoda ?
The construction of your first sentence, it was.
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How do like that sack of manure, you?
its okay Buzz all through God Thank
"How do like that sack of manure, you?"
Have you ever thought of publishing your poetic prose?
i've had friends suggest, but me, nah, I write to vent pent up thoughts, but to get paid for releasing pents', doesn't sound horrible. Just not really thinkin it would draw much, as i'm an English klutz, and write off the cough cuffed, and obviously nothing too rarely sneeze at, and edit schmedit, cause too lazy, tad crazy, and nurse ratcheting up 'medication time' cause I know Jack and Stormy Daniels, Charlie too,chew chew
Wishing there were some better ones!
I agree with your opinion as to their quality, but they were pretty topical, even it they were about a different game.
here's one I admire:
Tackle Football
Copyright © 2013 by Dan Chiasson. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on December 30, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive .
Thank you for posting that.
new poster ? don't recall that name. We could use some new persons to pick on moi' around here
Not new, but one who's been hibernating for a very long time but woken up by a friend who turned her on to my articles.
This is "posleeper's" first post here in 6 years!
At the time, Joy Harjo, an Indian ("Native American") poet became the first Indian poet laureate of the United states!
So among the people who commented were Kavika, Raven Wing, and 1stwarrior (because of their interest in news re: Native Americans), and of course Perrie.
Also "posleeper" (screen name of Susan Williamson) who is a published poet, former head of The Palm Beach Poetry Festival & quite interested in poetry related news.
Here's the link (from my NT column of 6 years ago):
American Indian Joy Harjo – 2020 Special Guest at Palm Beach Poetry Festival is Named U.S. Poet Laureate
Unfortunately that may be difficult as she has numerous other interests that take priority over that!
Don’t pick on me! Post a poem instead.
Here's MY poem:
Today’s the day for valentines
For roses and for candy too
So give your love a poem with lines
And write for sure an “I love you”.
i stated some new posters to pick on me, not for i they, and i pretty much write something poetical and pathetic, pretty much every day i post, so please spare me, as i know not who thy bee, and don’t wish to engage in my typical response, so i won’t, and as i’m currently being attempted converted i’m on a high ate us
Did it take you six days to write that? No problem for me - you resurrected my article from the land of the recently forgotten.
i’ve been abducted by a beautiful young professional intelligent lady, who is a maga momma attempting to convert and pervert my politix
So far, the perversion part is working
Wow, that is kinky . A MAGA hat is foolproof birth control for me...
A MAGA hat is a pitiful joke.
Glad to hear it.