Billy Loving

The Game - Poem by Billy Loving

A toss of the coin
Which direction are they going?
East or west
Which direct is best?
Kickoff of the game
Crowd goes insane
He blazes down the field
Never stopping to yield
Opening touchdown
In the deafening sound, the players drown
Ball flies through the air
Defense unaware
In his hands, it safely lands
As he races for the stands
Running back knifes through the defense
Turning of the tide you can sense
A quarterback sack
He stares up from his back
Hut one, hut two, hut three
A blitz he can't see
He steps to his right
Heaves with all his might
Crowd makes not a sound
As the ball falls to the ground
Clock hits zero
Defense, the hero
A stunning victory
Instant history
For all the world to see
Another year done
Their offseason begun

Topic(s) of this poem: football

Form: Couplet

Comments about The Game by Billy Loving

  • Shakil Ahmed (12/6/2015 8:13:00 AM)

    nicely expressed poem, i also like football, an amusing game, thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6, 2015

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