Poems About: FOOTBALL

In this page, poems on / about “football” are listed.

  • 337.
    What Was Important

    A bike
    a dog
    a friend read more »

    Sean Joyce
  • 338.
    like a tiny full stop stuck between two beautfiful words

    like a tiny full stop stuck between two beautiful words,
    like a grey mishapen pebble on a beach of a million other pebbles,
    like a the tiny marks in between the numbers on a clock,
    like a child in a crowd of shouting adults, read more »

    Not Long Left
  • 339.
    I Hear

    I Hear the rain In Spain
    Falls mainly on the Plain
    The Snow in Canada, I've Found
    Drops mainly on the Ground read more »

    David Darbyshire
  • 340.
    Luder's Movies

    What happened to Bugs Bunny read more »

    Jay Lude
  • 341.
    Marching Band

    Marching at the football game
    gives me a sense of unique fame.
    Peeking for the drum major's beat
    keeps us bound like an elite. read more »

    Jen Huan
  • 342.
    ash wendsday

    he liked me
    he was gonna show me how to catch a football
    he was an expert
    after all he had that vikings practice jersey read more »

    Nat Z. Punx
  • 343.
    Newcastle

    The winding smooth river,
    The restless city life,
    the fantastic football team,
    and best of all the grateful souls of Newcastle. read more »

    Ogi Renforth
  • 344.
    bored

    when i am bored
    i day dream
    im driving a ford
    and im back home on my football team read more »

    trudy gordon
  • 345.
    BROTHER ERIC

    Bright in every way
    Rough playing football
    Oreos and milk are your favorite
    The never-ending love read more »

    Bre Pantoja
  • 346.
    Race

    Different but the same,
    Colored or not,
    My skin is white as paper,
    My friends skin is brown as dirt, read more »

    cierra odom
  • 347.
    Me

    I'm not good enough..?
    Well, I'm sorry.
    I'm sorry I'm not skinny
    or pretty read more »

    Nikki Taboada
  • 348.
    The Coolest Place Ever.

    I walk down the halls.
    Everything blurs by.
    Whats that? A football.
    Huh? Oh lamps read more »

    lilly mandrell
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