Love Soccer Poems | Examples
These Love Soccer poems are examples of Soccer poems about Love. These are the best examples of Soccer Love poems written by international poets.
I love my Soccer Saturday's.
Today's the day that my team plays.
Sit back, relax, enjoy a beer.
If my team scores, you know I'll cheer.
My feet up, whilst it's cold outside.
If we lose, then I'll be mortified.
So I'm praying for an easy win.
Whilst hoping that my bet comes in.
When the game is just about to start.
Anxiety kicks in and plays its part.
My team is now in cruise control.
I'm just needing them to score a goal!
They take a shot; the ball goes in.
It's looking like an easy win.
As I sit there chewing on my nails.
Whilst hoping that my team prevails.
You keep an eye upon the clock.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
As the referee then blows for time.
Yes!! That's it!! Victory's mine!!
We live to fight another day.
I love my Soccer Saturday!!
A bond of love and friendship,
A unity of hearts and minds,
A spirit of togetherness,
That leaves us feeling so sublime.
A hope that binds us all,
A strength that we can share,
A dream of peace and justice,
That will take us anywhere.
A promise to stand together,
Through good times and bad,
A commitment to our values,
No matter what we have.
A chance to make a difference,
A courage to be brave,
A willingness to listen,
And show we all behave.
A pledge to never give up,
A light that will never dim,
A bond of solidarity,
That will never end.
I love a person small,
He sprints alike a young gazelle.
And when he turns afront the goal;
He does is so very well.
He's got seven ballond'ors,
And he's got six golden boots.
He's counting seven hundred and more
Of goals scored with his left foot.
He won hearts of generations
That have seen his two feet run.
He won the World Cup for a Nation
That has been dreaming for the sun.
He's a poet that runs in the field,
And the green grass kepps him through.
His courage is the only shield
That helped him go through.
All hail the king of football,
All hail heroes of the globe!
All hail the football GOAT
That wears the golden robe!
My team lost – 32-0.
But in my defense
It was just me
Against the whirring windmill
Of a seven year old.
I told her I was
70 years older than her
She laughed and said
“just play the game Papa,
Just play the game”
John G. Lawless
©3/23/2022
Four score, nothing there
Ukraine lost the Roman hosted sporting affair
Back in London Boris raises a Saturday pint
Proclaiming success on this summer’s night
Soon the red, white boys will be coming home
Right now, Wembly is dark and alone
Waiting for Tuesday’s Spanish Inquisition
Italy goalers planning their position
But as for the Danes
Wednesday is their game
A fairy tale
Against the old guard writing the daily mail
No reason to complain
Dickens and Anderson will be talked about noting societal fame
UK will put up their best
Defending a modern-day stadium nest
While those from Denmark
Will be able to hark
Under the lights in the evening’s dark
Hollering Christian ‘we love you’
While turning Nordic Leif on Erikson too
A protagonist inside the sports book pages
Hero to those counting wages
British need to hold serve
To get what they deserve
A trip to the Championship round
And a trophy worthy of a couple pounds
Giving to the victor who wins it all
Competing in UEFA European futbol
It is what it seems -
Another boy's dreams
Of Ronaldo fame.
His shirt is a shame,
His goal is the same -
True love for the game.
March 16, 2021
Ciel, on your birth day ‘twas true to say
Heaven’s bright light rays rain’d down from above
Fast forward to fifteen years to the day
Now it’s you that brings light, laughter, and love
Kind, calm and caring, words under control
Wait! Who’s that fleet girl in cleats with the ball?!?
Rocket shot from right wing shoots straight to goal
Through back of the net...ball, keeper and all
French horn, piano, and ukulele
Swimming with sea turtles and manatee
Beautiful music and places to stay
Your trips oft start with Airbnb
Beacon of bright light for love, hope, and peace
Sweetest of sweet hearts, our Ciel Elise
Listen what I say
Soccer say
Love to watch them play
U S A play
Jump into the fray
Football fray
Going all the way
World Cup way
I've got the soccer itch
My team has perfect pitch
Three shutouts with no glitch
First place their current niche
Begin the knockout stage
Best teams will now engage
World Cup is all the rage
Women's soccer's come of age
'Bonne chance' to other teams
Pursuing football dreams
Planning out their winning schemes
While the crowd cheers and screams
Listen what I say (say)
Soccer say
Love to watch them play (play)
U S A play
Jump into the fray (fray)
Football fray
Going all the way (way)
World Cup way
It's in their DNA...
Women's World Cup's brand new day!
Soccer football is a great game
But the scoring is tame and lame
Too much left to chance, a low-goal-count shame.
So what can be done to reclaim its fame?
Make the goal posts wider to more goals claim
Add a yard to the goal width, to make a 9 yard wide frame.
The World Game would be less defensive
Players could shoot from further out
All those near misses to the side would go in!
More goals would make the game fairer in outcome
The fans would love it
More goals for fans to see
A great game, the world game, made better
You'll see.
ever since that time I met her
during a soccer match
her originally pale love
grows as sweet as football made in heaven
in a stadium designed for two players
not watched over by any referee
Finally, made it
In the championship
No redo's
All this build up for this
Love is what got us here
We are the best
Hard is the way we play
In this moment, this is all that matters
So much love, blood, and sweat in this game
The one chance we will ever get
Love is what got us here
Exactly where we wanted to be
For this we stand
and hearts we wear,
upon our sleeves
we know no dread.
We rest alone
yet share this love,
the beautiful game
with our army,
our blood.
With arms outstretched
body twisted and torn,
we pray for a fingertip
to shield us in this war.
As the shot skips wide
and we clash with our foes,
this battle is won
as we rise up for more.
This life we have chosen,
the soldiers of our game,
the generals of our clan,
the drivers of our faint.
So if you opt to take part
in this combat we so love,
please have no faint of heart
for us keepers we have none.
Footie on the Telly.
Footie on the telly, England verses France.
They'll kick the ball into the net then do a silly dance.
The fans they like to chant a song, they love to sing and shout.
Then there'll be roars when England scores, France will lose no doubt.
The crowd all roared as France just scored the score now stands one nil.
Now second half has just begun, England could take it still.
France get another in the net, they've just upped the score two nil.
Were not a team to give up yet, to do our best we will.
Then we start to feel defeated as our fans have lost their roar.
Then at a glance we take a chance as England shoots to score.
As expected, Mars failed to arrive on time for the games
Space travel is difficult, compromised for non existent beings
Speculations run high that the media would not favor the USA
News reporters speak on Martian matters and on their behalf
Always have their way in such arenas with no figures
It was zero zero at half time
No one expected more
The end triggered overtime
Zero zero continued into eternity
As expected, the fans love good competition
Everyone knows in their heart
Earth is better than Mars
We have people for starters
We wonder what will happen in time
The Winter Olympics are right around the corner
Who knows how far Mars will go to score
Will they do any better on the toboggan or the luge
The news reporters favor the USA as usual
Or is it Mars
We see a bunch of zeroes in their future
No matter who they are
Way back then when I was just ten
My brain was purely devil's den
All sorts of studies - made me ill
Opened books were my sleeping pills
Started looking at girls - through pane
Way back then when I was just ten
From the elder sis of my friend
Got first love letter - 'was refrained
Playing football was my passion
Wear bell bottom - was the fashion
Way back then when I was just ten
There was Phantom and no Ben Ten
First fight with peers, first taste of blood
First taste of kiss on my taste bud
I used to live - in a bye lane
Way back then when I was just ten
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