Poems About: FOOTBALL

After stepping into the field
there is no way out
even before you start the game
you hear the fans shout read more »

As the years grow harder
So do the choices
Should i listen to myself
Or listen to the voices read more »

You can take your golf and the rolling greens
You tennis with manicured courts neat and clean
Your soccer, your swimming, your basketball scene -
None measure up to............FOOTBALL! read more »

I think my Football club is dying
and it hasn't got long to go
but when I tell people about it
most of them just don't want to know. read more »

The new football season is here once again
fans hoping for a winning campaign ahead
supporters will be proudly wearing their colours
in grounds you'll see Blue, White, Black, and Red. read more »

I love my football
always have
and always will.
But I moan over prices read more »

as the years grow harder
so do the choices
should i listen to myself
or listen to the voices read more »

One of the all time great players a head butt to an opponents chest caused him shame
And with such a cloud hanging over him he retires from the World game
A magician with the soccer ball his likes we may not see again
He will always be remembered as the great Zinnedine Zidane. read more »

With the local football club he plays under fourteen
In their football colours the black, brown and green
He dreams in the A F L he will star one day
Against Australia's finest he will be picked to play. read more »

Teddy Roosevelt thought football
Had become too unsportsmanlike,
A pack of wolves on a rag doll.
Fatality from a gang strike. read more »

The children are playing football in the park off of the street
The joy in their laughter it does sound so sweet
'Tis true youth is such a marvellous thing
Like the flowers of the fields that bloom lovely in Spring. read more »

He is such a joyful winner but he does not like to lose
His favourite team won at the weekend so he went on the booze
He could not go to work today he feels fuzzy in the head
And nursing his hangover he lay at home in bed. read more »