Poems about Football poems

It does not matter to me says Jim McCrayWho won or who lost in the game of the dayThis football as such does not appeal to meThough my wife and children watch it on the t vSo many young men tussl

In his young years he was healthy, happy and carefreeHe is not the man that he once used to beHe seldom sees their son and daughter and their children and estranged from his wifeOne can only say th

His life revolves around women and beer and footballHe only works because he needs money since work does not interest him at allOn Saturday he goes to the football to urge his favorite team onAnd a

Into your houses that stand for nothing—popcorn lightThat gets blinded on the 4th of JulyWhile I steal the lonely bicycle from your garage: And I was your high school teacher for a weekWhile the

In Millstreet when i was a youngster to be good at Gaelic FootballWas seen as important as i now do recallIt was a close up third behind money and godThe values of many people to me does seem quite

Transformed intoThe petroglyphs Before the songbirds whoAre out for no reason, Dancing winged-Songs stirred for theAbsence of housewivesWith no more reason toLove me; The earth pushed a littl

Kind of candlestick in the mud-Hoary light in the swampTurning undone, As the housewives moan like alley cats in theirBeds of predestination: As they seem for awhile lost, pill bugs underneath T

Oh wow! Seems like every channel has the exact same story, The most storybook football program has tarnished it’s glory, At the Mighty Penn State where the winningest coach resides, Amidst allega

Bands playing familiar songs.The majorettes with their batons.Cheerleaders wowing the crowds on.And cheering fans—old and young.Illumining the broad field, The lights shine clear and bright;

In the retinue of The carrion and paper airplanesContrived-Careening forwards through theMadness ofDishonor-The waves like the Zygotes of misinformed poltergeists; Until irretrievably otherAv

Their flags and their banners they are waving with joy and excitement they shoutThe hero has kicked the winning goal but what are they shouting aboutTo them it should not really matter 'tis only a g

Most of those who knew him thought he was not good enoughHe could not measure up when the going did get toughIn the Grand Final he wilted under pressure with the game to be wonWhen he could have b