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The Free Throws
By Nikolas Fantocone
State Championship on the
line. Today I have been
shooting just fine. When I got
the ball I yowled. “The
defender on me has just
fouled”. Two free throws just
for me. Will I make them? We
will see. The first one bounces
up and in. Just one more and
we will win. I shoot the ball
and get it done. I can’t believe
that we just won!
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The Free Throws
By Nikolas Fantocone
This poem is a couplet because every two lines rhyme
and it is constant throughout the whole poem. I enjoy
couplets so I liked this poem and how it kind of left
suspense in the middle. Also, I chose this poem
because I have been in the position that the author is
in and I can relate to the poem.
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Sniper fire
from the un-grassy knoll
cocaine high
you see in living color after that
pure white smoke
and bee bee at the knees
arrives like a punch in the face
or a pail of cold water
and hops and sometimes drops
and sometimes disappears
and thwack goes the mitt
a foley artist couldn't make that sound
Statement of unbending bluntness
black and white
and no détente
you on that side
me on this
and hit it if you can
By: Dwayne Brenna
Fastball
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FastballBy: Dwayne Brenna
This whole poem is a blank verse.
The writer, Dwayne Brenna, is very
creative with his words and
interesting. I think this poem is a little
tough to understand at first but once
you really think about what he is
saying, I think the way he said it is
genius.
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True BallerTrue Baller
Back in the day before I was old-school King-of-
the-Court got Game shoe-dazzle, ball between
skinny legs perfect touch, shooting a trifecta out
on the perimeter swish, nothing but net nobody
could stop me one-on-one darting by defender
throws down tomahawk jam showing off, white
man can dance.
John Joseph P.
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True BallerTrue Baller
John Joseph P.
This poem is a blank
verse and is somewhat
a satire because the
common perception is
that white people can’t
play basketball as good
and this poem states
otherwise so it is ironic
that the white man is
the best player on the
court.
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Basketball
By Lena Zheng
As you can see, This game is between you and me. I try to shoot, But I
realize that I'm wearing boots! Where are my sneakers? Wait, they're in my
lockers. I tie my shoe laces tight, With a smile that's shining bright. I'm
running to the hoop, Trying to shoot. SCORE!!! I'm winning this game, The
crowd are screaming my name. I finally success, This game is the BEST!!!
As you can see, This game is between you and me. I try to shoot, But I
realize that I'm wearing boots! Where are my sneakers? Wait, they're in my
lockers. I tie my shoe laces tight, With a smile that's shining bright. I'm
running to the hoop, Trying to shoot. SCORE!!! I'm winning this game, The
crowd are screaming my name. I finally success, This game is the BEST!!!
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Basketball
By Lena Zheng
This poem is also a blank verse and uses an
approximate rhyme at the end with the words
“success” and “best”. This poem is an odd scheme but
is interesting. Also I chose the poem because it is an
awesome feeling when you are playing good or hit a
big shot and the crowd chants your name.
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Makin’ Jump Shots
By Michael S. Harper
He waltzes into the lane
’cross the free-throw line,
fakes a drive, pivots,
floats from the asphalt turf
in an arc of black light,
and sinks two into the chains.
One on one he fakes
down the main, passes
into the free lane
and hits the chains.
A sniff in the fallen air—
he stuffs it through the chains
riding high:
“traveling” someone calls—
and he laughs, stepping
to a silent beat, gliding
as he sinks two into the chain
Makin’ Jump Shots
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This poem really stood out to me
because it creates really good
imagery. I can picture the scene
the poem is describing in my head.
Also, this poem isn’t an average
poem, its a free verse but it still
flows very well. The writer, Michael
Harper, did an excellent job turning
a scene into poetry.
Makin’ Jump Shots
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The Love Of The Game By Mitchell Browder
It's Friday night, I've got a game, We play
the Indians,My best friend's team
My uniform's on It's only 4 o'clock Mom
says we leave 5:30 on the dot
Tonight's our first game I'm fast in my new
cleats, My glove's broken-in cause I've slept
on it for weeks
I'm still a little nervous but not about playing
I'm wondering which girls are there and what
I'm going to be saying
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The Love Of The Game By Mitchell Browder
This poem is also a couplet in a way and has
a tone that the author is nervous. It is a poem that
I’m sure some guys can relate to. I chose the poem
because I like how he leads up makes you think he is
excited to play his friend but really he is only nervous to
talk to girls.
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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,
the heart...
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!
My Little Scrapper By Judy Muldowney
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My Little Scrapper By Judy Muldowney
This is my favorite poem that I chose. This poem
has so much emotion in it and you can really
feel it. I chose the poem because it really was
meaningful and deep. The tone of the poem is
sad/happy. It is a mother reminiscing about the
years of her son being younger all the way up
to now.
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BARREL HORSE
By Kickin Bass Farm
It's a whole lot of power,
that I sit upon.
Some days I think I'm crazy,
just to get on.
He'll jump, he'll buck,
he'll spook at this.
He'll spin, he'll hop,
he'll run a bliss.
I keep threatening to sell,
but I never do.
I'll make a good run,
win a dollar or two.
He's hard to load up,
and he's kinda head shy.
But when he gets in the arena,
he really can fly.
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This poem has a very good consonance. A consonance is when a
poem has good harmony or an agreement on the amount of
components. This poem has a very good harmony , it just flows
when you read it. I like this poem because of the ending. The
ending in this poem just has so much energy. This poem stood
out to me because its realistic, it shows how horses really are and
how great they can be.
BARREL HORSE
By Kickin Bass Farm
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This Is The Football Season
By Francis Duggan
This is the football Season it is that time of year
When men in the pub talk football as they enjoy their beer
And look forward to September when one club will fly the winner's flag
The team that wins the Premiership gives their fans the right to brag.
Their wives nicknamed the footy widows their husbands at the football club
Or after work talking football with their mates down at the local pub
They take football so seriously 'tis their passion in life
The footy fan loves his football club as much as his children or his wife.
And if their team lose at the weekend they feel and look so sad
What's known as football addiction they seem to have it bad
They feel sad for their football team and the chance of four premiership points gone
But they cheer up and look forward to next weekend's game as the working week wears on.
This is the football Season football has gone to their head
And their football scarves and beanies they even wear to bed
About their team they feel so passionate as if to them it did belong
And 'tis with delight and pride in victory that they sing the club song.
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This Is The Football Season
By Francis Duggan
This poem is definitely imagery. The
author, Francis Duggan, describes the
scenes perfectly and he made the
picture of what “The Football Season” is,
real clear. I chose this poem because I
love how he created such good scenery
and how accurate it is.
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The Victory Dance
To play as if today
Is your only chance.
Some say, “It’s just a game.”
Have they done the Victory Dance?
When hard-earned Victory
Was finally at hand,
Have they felt the glory
Raining down from the stands?
To do or not to do….
No one wants to hear, “We tried.”
Effort and dedication will be rewarded…
And ‘Sooner Magic’ is on your side.
Yes, to fall short is still an option;
But much better to succeed.
Heroes are made and remembered
Only by their deeds.
So, just go out and win.
Give your all to each and every chance.
Persevere and achieve…
And do the Victory Dance.
By Robert Candler
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The Victory Dance
By Robert Candler
This poem is very inspirational and is a poem
that all athletes should be able to relate to and
if not then they shouldn’t be playing. I chose
the poem because I want to do the “Victory
Dance” as well as many other people. This
poem is in five stanzas, and the “Victory
Dance” is a symbol of success.
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I am
Basketball, Music, Food
I love music and art very much
Honesty is important to me
Humor is important to me
Optimism is important to me
Outgoing is a good thing
Rudeness is bad, but can be a good way to
get people to leave you alone
People are becoming less intelligent
The world is getting darker
Have fun and do what you want
I am.
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There once was a man from Germany
All the while he hoped for a burned knee
So he put it in fire
And placed it on hot wire
That was exactly what he wanted to see
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Horror is black
It taste sour and poisonous
It sounds like the screaming of young children
It smells like rotting flesh
It looks like faceless heads and headless bodies
and it makes you feel completely helpless
-Devin Davie
