Let's turn off our video games,
and run outside.
From so many sports,
we may choose and decide.
and basketball are fun,
Let's grab some friends, and play in the sun.
In baseball, you will be,
When you hit the ball,
it's a beautiful sound.
In soccer, you pass the ball,
using your feet,
Drink lots of water,
and watch out for the heat.
In basketball, the best sound,
is a swish,
Making ten in a row,
is a wonderful wish.
you decide to play,
Enjoy them with friends,
each and every day.
I liked the poem ChooseYour Sport because it
encourages someone to get more active. I chose this
poem because it demonstrates that it’s good to get
off the couch, get active, and play sports. This poem
has a rhyme scheme of some sort. In each stanza the
second and fourth.This poem is also a free verse
poem it goes by no specific scheme.
Sports inspire us,
Winning over losing,
is much more sweet.
We do it because, we love the game.
Life without sports,
would not be the same.
Plenty of water,
we must constantly drink.
As we push our bodies,
to their very brink.
Sports bring out,
our inner drive,
To make the play,
we often dive
We sacrifice everything,
for our team,
because a championship,
is our only dream.
I liked the poem Sports because it gives you a sort of
motivation to win. I chose this poem because it
pumps you up and makes you want to succeed. This
poem is a free verse poem with five, four line
stanzas. This poem also has a rhyme scheme. The
rhyme scheme is that the second and fourth lines
rhyme in each of the five stanzas.
Thinking back through all the years
How swiftly they’ve passed by
I close my eyes and bite my lip
Try so hard not to cry
You were always such a scrapper
A raging thunderstorm
The day you shed your diaper
You donned a uniform.
Fear – never a factor
With the toughest, there you stood
You have the will, the soul,
But, I always knew you would
I watch you while you’re sleeping
So still, so calm, serene
Once you step upon
That football field
You’re one powerful machine.
I marvel at your talents
You’re intense and dedicated
So keen, devoted, daring
Just as I anticipated
Your qualities are endless
You’re faithful, kind and true
Righteous and respected
A leader, Josh, that’s you!
Watching you play any sport
Has always been a pleasure
You’re masterful and focused
My pride - I can not measure
And now my little scrapper
You’ve become a strapping man
So stay steadfast … follow the sun
And be the best you can!
By Judy Muldowney
I liked the poem High School Football because it
reminded me of the high school football games we
had at our school. I chose this poem because I really
like football, it’s a very exciting sport. This poem has
some imagery in it.This line has imagery “So still, so
calm, serene, Once you step upon,That football
field.” This line has imagery because you can
imagine someone stepping onto a calm and quite
What a cracking sport
To play, to lose all worldly cares.
To the tennis court –
That small rectangle, out of time;
Win or lose
It doesn’t matter,
I’ll keep my focus on the game,
My ruthless nature
With tuneful thwack of gut on rubber.
One set all,
A sizzling ace secures the game.
In beech tree grandstand,
A crowd of rooks croak their applause.
Drop-shot, forehand smash,
Exhausting rally,……. gasp for breath,
All too soon,
Game, set and match, then
It’s back to work, my lunchtime spent.
By: Mike Jones
I liked the poem ToTennis because I play tennis, it’s
what I’m good at. I chose this poem because I like
how descriptive it gets about tennis. A significant
feature in this poem is onomatopoeia. The
onomatopoeia is when he says “With tuneful thwack
of gut on rubber.”The “thwack” is the
In this scheme of deep and thrilling passion,
I face all my foes, my battles, my wars;
Wars of defense and haughty aggression,
While my heart becomes restless, beating its core . . .
Sweat across my brow hotly burns my skin.
No other expression or word or thought
Can tell the pleasure of my soul within;
For 'twas this passion from where joy was brought.
So with this dry tear in my eye, I stand . . .
(Lord, what will my heart --a passivist --bring?)
This round of dear affection in my hand,Will soar so proudly, slicing the pale string.
The time has come, I am now whole, in all,
As I play my sweet game of basketball.
By: Mike Jones
I liked the poem The Game of Passion because it is
very descriptive and detailed. I chose this poem
because I liked how it was from a basketball player’s
first-person point of view. One feature used in this
poem is it’s a free verse poem. It doesn’t have a
certain way it goes, the whole time the poem does
its own thing. It also has a metaphor, “I face all my
foes, my battles, my wars;Wars of defense and
haughty aggression.”This is a metaphor cause there
no literal war but he’s comparing it to the game.
I am a skateboard
Flying through the air.
Doing anything because
I don't really care.
Flipping and grinding
With all my might.
Once I catch some air,
I know I'm in flight.
Spinning and twisting
With my natural-born flair.
Swirling like the blade
That is cutting my hair.
Being watched by my fans,
While doing my best.
With the sweat running down my chest,
I know in my heart I'm better than the rest.
But I have to confess
Why I am the best?
It is the heart that my God gave me
Planted in my chest.
By: Brian Michaels
I like the poem How I Fly because it’s told from
the skateboard’s point of view. I chose this
poem because skateboarding is fun, exciting
sport that people don’t really think about as a
sport. A feature in this poem is a simile. The
simile is “Swirling like the blade.” It’s
comparing the skateboard swirling and a blade.
It is not only your ego at stake.
This game is a metaphor for truth,
no habits, no fear.
Talent has many ways,
but few are the clean paths to beauty.
Do not underestimate scars.
Losing games you start losing life.
This world will not be new forever,
and a taste of truth may carry disillusion.
Overcome it and thatÂ´s victory.
By: Mandy Roberts
I liked the poem Chess because chess doesn’t
get the appreciation for a sport as it should. I
chose this poem because I like chess. One
feature in this poem is a metaphor. The
metaphor is “a taste of truth may carry
disillusion.”Truth doesn’t literally have a taste.
Basketball is the sport of kings,
From the toss of the jump ball
to when the buzzer rings.
In basketball you have to try your best,
Once you do you'll beat all the rest.
If you want to win, never lose hope,
When there is a problem, learn to cope.
Take your shots with confidence,
Never with incompetence
Jump up for a rebound with all your might,
Don't ever do it in a state of fright.
Ask for help when you're in need,
For if you don't, you'll never succeed.
By: Nick Schuelke
I like the poem Basketball because it
demonstrates how an actual basketball game
goes on. I chose this one because basketball is
a fun sport that I enjoy. A feature in this poem
is a metaphor.The metaphor is “Basketball is
the sport of kings.” Basketball isn’t only a sport
for just kings.
Going to war armed with a metal pole,
A stiff breeze cuts the summer air.
Becoming safe is the primary goal,
And the chattering and cheering begin to blare.
I stop to turn and face my enemy,
He stares me down, ready to battle.
I can only imagine what lies ahead of me,
But I'm tough, so I know I won't rattle.
The first shot is fired, the battle's begun,
And the shot comes close, but misses its spot.
It may have come close, but I will not run,
I dig back in and wait for the next shot.
Wind kicks up the rust colored dirt,
As a next shot, colored white, is coming near.
So I deflect the shot away, without being hurt,
Then dig back in again, feeling no fear.
A third shot is fired in the ferocious fight,
And as this next shot closes on in,
I focus and swing with all my might,
Knowing this is a battle I will win.
I smack the shot long and far,
This will be my moment of fame.
The shot clears the fence and hits a car,
And I know my homerun has won the game.
By: Matthew Frazier
I like the poem A Brutal Battle of America's
Pastime because the poem itself is a whole
metaphor, comparing baseball and a battle. I
chose this poem because baseball is a fun sport
to play. One feature in this poem is
personification. The personification is “Wind
kicks up the rust colored dirt.” Wind can’t kick,
that is a human characteristic.
He tried basketball.
He can’t run and he can’t jump.
He sits in the stands.
By: Jerry Stevenson
I liked the poem Not His Game because it
shows how the nonathletic people feel in just
one short stanza. I chose this poem because it
shows a different side of sports. A feature in
this poem is the mood of it. The mood of this
poem is sad. It’s sad because the person being
talked about can’t play basketball because he
Sports are really fun,
Having a good time with friends,
What could be better?
By: Blaine Carr
Success is gold
It tastes like Gatorade
It sounds like the cheers from a crowd
And smells like sweat
It looks like a trophy
It feels like self-accomplishment
By: Blaine Carr
Losing, failing, hurting
Melo is the only player
By: Blaine Carr
Swinging, running, playing
Strings, shoes, helmet, pads
Hitting, injuring, throwing
By: Blaine Carr
This is a Sports-fene
Sports-fene’s live in suburban neighborhoods in South Carolina, slyly in Spring
Sports-fene’s eat special salads, steaks, steamed broccoli, and smoked salmon
Sports-fene’s like sleeping sink holes, screaming at sports onTV, secreting soda from
the scalp, and storing team spirit in small spaces
Sports-fene’s scare away sailors for screen doors
Sports-fene’s shook me for spaghetti and spiders
By: Blaine Carr