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Looking for some best basketball poems? Stop your search because you have landed at the exactly right place. Readers can find ten of the best poems about basketball on this list.
They explore memorable memories, motivation, and passion while also honoring the game.
The writers have varying levels of familiarity with the game and comprehension of what’s important. However, these basketball poemshave something significant to say about how sports can offer athletes joy and unite players of all ages.
Basketball poetry is a collection of verses related to the sport of basketball. These basketball poems depict what it’s like to play, what it’s like to watch others play, and how the game influenced one’s youth.
Memories, the past, and joy are the most required for the purpose. Without a doubt, each poem on this list contains a joyful element. People are brought together by the game, which allows them to share a common experience.
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Best Basketball Poems
We have gathered these best basketball poemsthat are written to honor the game and the positive impact it has on players’ lives. If you want to share your personal experiences or memories of other individuals, check out this list of best poems about basketball.
1. Basketball
by Erika Johnson
My heart races as I step on the court
Basketball my favorite sport
The whistle blows to start the game
It’s a feeling I can’t explain
My team is my family
When we work together there’s no boundaries
Pass, shoot, score
Everyone wants more
Time for defense no one gets by
Shot goes up the ball is mine
The half time buzzer blows
Into the locker room we go
Start at half it’s a tie
We need to give it our all to get by
Ten seconds left down by one
We can’t be done
I have the ball I shoot a three
The crowd stands up and cheers or me.
2. Orange Girl Blues, Let’s Go Home (Basketball)
by Kewayne Wadley
I love the feeling I get when
you bounce into my hands.
Perfect posture, covered in orange.
I’ll dribble you day & night
Up the street, around the corner,
between my legs.
My heart races in anticipation
Knowing that no matter how far you bounce,
You’ll come back.
Perfect posture, covered in orange.
I’ll dribble you day & night, my orange girl.
No matter how far you bounce.
I’ll run & I’ll chase.
I’ll dribble you day & night
my orange girl.
Dribble you until I can no longer see
& it’s time to go home
3. Life is Like Playing Basketball
by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
Life is like playing basketball
dribble, run, walk, jump and shoot
play without a ball and a goal
and the game will be pointless
so keep an eye on the ball and focus on the goal
dribble, sweat, give energy and effort
and play with enthusiasm and joy.
4. Basketball Sonnet
by Toneal Revell
As I dribble down the court
My team spreads across the floor
The defence sets up a fort
The ball bounces out the door
The ref goes to get the ball
It’s the other team’s throw in
They throw it to someone tall
And it hits her in the chin
The coach made her call a sub
There were two minutes to go
The sub came on, a real chub
And she was running quite slow
We lost the game, which we feared
But the Marist crowd still cheered!
5. Dear Basketball
by Kobe Bryant
Dear Basketball,
From the moment
I started rolling my dad’s tube socks
And shooting imaginary
Game-winning shots
In the Great Western Forum
I knew one thing was real:
I fell in love with you.
A love so deep I gave you my all
From my mind & body
To my spirit & soul.
As a six-year-old boy
Deeply in love with you
I never saw the end of the tunnel.
I only saw myself
Running out of one.
And so I ran.
I ran up and down every court
After every loose ball for you.
You asked for my hustle
I gave you my heart
Because it came with so much more.
I played through the sweat and hurt
Not because challenge called me
But because YOU called me.
I did everything for YOU
Because that’s what you do
When someone makes you feel as
Alive as you’ve made me feel.
You gave a six-year-old boy his Laker dream
And I’ll always love you for it.
But I can’t love you obsessively for much longer.
This season is all I have left to give.
My heart can take the pounding
My mind can handle the grind
But my body knows it’s time to say goodbye.
And that’s OK.
I’m ready to let you go.
I want you to know now
So we both can savor every moment we have left together.
The good and the bad.
We have given each other
All that we have.
And we both know, no matter what I do next
I’ll always be that kid
With the rolled up socks
Garbage can in the corner
:05 seconds on the clock
Ball in my hands.
5 … 4 … 3 … 2 … 1
Love you always,
Kobe
6. Basketball is more than just a game
by Anonymous
Dear Lord,
To me, basketball is more than just a game. It is an opportunity for me
to maintain my fitness, discipline myself, and learn to be part of a team.
Thank you for my teammates and coaches. Please help me to honor
them with my behavior and my work ethic.
Thank you for my family and for the ability to play this game. Please
help me to honor my parents and You as I show self control and
diligence on the court.
Thank you for health and strength. Please help me to honor Your
temple through training and conditioning.
Thank you for basketball and the free country in which I live. Please
help me to never take my blessings for granted.
Amen
7. Basketball
by Eve Coleman
The squeak of sneakers
The pounding of feet
The sounds on court
Are just so sweet
The dribble of balls
And my teammate’s calls
Every cheer
Brings happiness to my car..
There are many sounds
But the one I like the best
Is probably the swish
Of the ball through the net
8. The Basketball Game
by Alen Loren
The basketball swished
As the ball dived right through
It was a great shot this much is true
The buzzer let out it’s nasally laugh
The end of the quarter, the end of the half
The game did resume when the ref’s whistle barked
‘Players get ready’, their interest was sparked
It was a tough game, the court became scuffed
The brooms cleaned and polished and made it all buffed
The backboard was aching, as the shots kept on coming
Despite its best efforts, the ball kept on drumming
We had so much fun, the basket was tired
And all of the players were hot and perspired
9. Basketball
by Nick Schuelke
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.
10. A Basketball Player’s Prayer
by Anonymous
God, thank you for this game I love,
and for the strength to play it.
I need my coaches, teammates, and opponents.
although I may not say it.
Please keep me safe from injury,
as on the court I go.
Give me grace in defeat and victory,
your matchless love to show.
Bless all who helped invest in me,
whose wisdom helped me grow
I know it’s just a game, dear Lord,
but how I love it so
AMEN
Motivational Basketball Poems
The purpose of playing basketball and reading fantastic basketball poetry is to have fun while winning. Stroll down this collection of some motivational basketball poems to get the positive vibes and motivation.
1. I’ll work until I win
by RyanBanks
My basketball represents
Much more than what is shown.
Though to the eye of others
It’s not something that is known.
The round shape is a circle,
That means never giving in.
A circle is forever,
So I’ll work until i win.
The bumps along the ball,
Stand for weakness all combined.
Each little nook stands for the pain
That I have left behind.
So when you see my basketball,
Do you think it through?
It means so much more to me
Than it ever could to you.
The crowd calls my name
The team is in shock
Last shot of the game
3 seconds on the clock
I haven’t even passed the half court line
There’s no way I can make it from here
But my team is way too far behind
I have to take the shot, that much is clear
I manage to fake the defender out
I get the ball into the air
I hear my fans, friends, and teammates shout
It might just make it there
I shake the other player’s hands
After all, we only played for fun
Before that shot we were down by two
But now we are up by one.
2. His Journey
by Anonymous
He dribbles quickly,
up to half court,
A shot from this distance,
would be definitely short.
He looks around,
impatiently scans.
Up on their feet,
the stadium of fans.
With seconds remaining,
his team is down by one.
This is game seven,
the loser is done.
He passes to his shooter,
alone on his right.
Who releases the ball,
and he stares at its flight.
Time sneaks up and
expires on the clock,
Holding his breath,
he can’t even walk.
Finally, the ball,
enters the net.
He feels the emotions,
as stands there in sweat.
It was a beautiful finish,
to a memorable year,
This journey of his,
he’ll forever hold dear.
3. I’m the Queen
by Anonymous
I’m the queen of this court.
Think you’re better than me?
That’s cute.
All i need is a ball and a hoop
And I’ll be set for life.
If at first you don’t succeed,
It’s because of me.
I’m the girl your coach
warned you about.
Basketball is my
favorite season.
4. My blood, My sweat
by Anonymous
My blood, my sweat, your tears.
We don’t need sticks we’ve got balls.
Fueled by sweat driven by desire
Kiss the rim. Nothing but net.
You’re not a player if you can’t make a pass
It’s not how big you are
It’s how big you play
Ball til you fall.
5. The Basketball Player
by Justin
During the championship,
Near the bench,
Outside the three point line,
On the court,
Between the defenders,
Over the block,
Through the defense,
By the basket,
At the backboard,
Off the rim,
Into the net,
Shot the sweaty basketball player.
6. Love for basketball
by Joah McLaughlin
My love for basketball is like a fire that never goes out,
Day in and day out, I’m always playing the game,
During game day I always have a route,
Everyday before the game I’m always doing the same.
It’s like a job I play at full speed,
So long as you live for it, you must play for love of the game,
During basketball you don’t always get what you need,
Growing up with basketball was the only love I tame.
One day I plan to play college ball,
Growing up i play for fun with my friends,
After the eighth grade, I grew tall,
Deep down inside i know it’s got to end,
The times when you lose aren’t fun at all,
But deep down inside you know you’ve got next fall
7. One on one in basketball
by Ray Fleming
I seemed to watch myself go up
effortlessly for the basket,
and saw the ball drop through the net.
I had done it, though I could not explain it.
It was a jump-shot, and my hand flicked
at the basket. Swish! I saw hands
that were too small for the game, hands
that were unblistered, coffee-colored,
and wrinkled, and that belonged to me.
The skin around the knuckles had been broken
by a tooth or a fingernail . . . not my own,
but not really his either. Possession
is a dubious affair without resonance
in this heavy air. The body that raised
itself toward its ringed-empty goal
belonged to no one there
while it hung in the air of the gym.
The muscles, the movements of wrist,
finger, leg, and elbow were controlled,
but not by me, not by him, but by a desire
rooted in a steel hoop
beyond the innocence of our
accustomed matrix. It had nothing to do
with physiology or mysticism: only basketball.
I gave myself over to a winning and
a dropping away (he imitated me),
and reclaimed some of those movements
…momentarily. It was good
8. Basketball is a way of life
by Anonymous
Slam, Dunk, and Hook
Basketball is a way of life.
Eat, sleep, breath, basketball.
Go out there, play your very hardest.
Play harder next time.
We are untouchable, immortal– high above the clouds.
As long as we give it our all nothing can go wrong.
Moving in ways we didn’t know we could, straining to reach the net just out ofour grasp.
As we play we are in our own little world, invincible, untouchable.
Nothing can bring us down.
We command the court, everything is as we want it to be.
Yearning to make the basket, just to get ahead.
SWISH! Gotta play. Gotta win.
9. The Journey
by Leo Mbalamana
The journey to success has no shortcut
Although things may seem difficult
There’s always a path
Within the depths of the aftermath
Life gives everyone a chance
It’s up to you to take it and advance
Everyone is born with some sort of intelligence
Sometimes you just need confidence
And a little persistence
To bring your goals into existence
And when you discover your talent
Learn to stop being absent
And live your life fully in the present
10. Just a Kid With a Ball And a Dream
by Anonymous
10 seconds left – what should I do?
Should I pass or should I shoot?
What if I miss and it’s a brick?
But no – my teammate comes and sets the pick…
Around I go with the ball in a flow
The defense picks me up so now it’s a give and go
FASTER, FASTER, it’s just 5 seconds left
The clock too close to zero: this is a time to be a hero
I get to my spot so I could take the shot
SWISH! nothing but net
As I see the clock is empty
The other team stands there and envies me
We’ll come back same time tomorrow
so we can make our opponents sorrow
Short Basketball Poems
If you like the brevity and conciseness, these short basketball poems are made for you. These are the perfect examples of basketball poems in a list format that will super serve you.
1. The Basketball
by Stacy Zeiger
The basketball is an airplane,
It flies down the court heading
Straight for the basket.
The basketball is like a heartbeat
Pounding rhythmically on the
Gymnasium floor.
The basketball is as smooth as butter
As it slides out of my hands and
Into the basket.
2. Basketball
by Amanda Kay Hill
Playing basketball feeling
the basketball touch
my hand is a cool feeling
Basketball
Basketball
Basketball
Playing basketball is
so peaceful I love to
play basketball and
feeling the basketball
touch my hand is a
cool feeling basketball
is my favorite sport
to play and watch
Basketball
3. Basketball Time!
by Anonymous
I hit the court
The ball in my hand
Only problem is
I lost my wristbands
They’re somethin’ special
I couldn’t replace
Another problem is
I didn’t tie my lace
Then I realized
That it’s not the bling
It’s the faith in yourself
cause I made it in the ring
4. Basketball
by Jazmen Lemus
Basketball is round.
It spin like the Earth.
It spins around and around.
Kids play with the basketball
It’s a harm ball.
It bounce up and down.
It bounce like a cat.
It rolled off like no one owned it
All ages play with the basketball
It’s orange and black like Halloween.
It play’s all day and night to win the basketball season.
It tried not to lose one game at all.
Basketball is a fun activity to play.
5. Basketball Lifestyle
by Brian Jinanwa
Basketball
It’s not a sport
It’s a lifestyle
No one understands
What it means to play it
Not for the money
Not for the fame
But the love for the game
Basketball
Not a sport
It’s a lifestyle
6. An ode to the Basketball
by Anonymous
The ball, the hoop, the court, the shoes
The crowd cheering loudly, never any boos
The sound of shoes squeaking
The tick of the clock
The swish of the ball
The sound of the whistle that ends it all.
Fouls are called, travels and carries too
As time winds down the excitement grows
The crowd on their feet as the last shot goes
At the end of it all hands are shook
And the winners look back at the game they took.
7. Basketball Match
by Sarah Shahzad
Playing rough,
Playing low,
No idea where to go,
May the best win and the rest stare,
Go aside as they stare,
Wish they could tear the pair,
No one knows where to fetch,
As they throw to the air,
May no one win,
As they don’t play fair.
8. Big-Time Basketball Player
by Lamar Cole
His father always told him.
That he could jump high as the moon.
His father was right
He is now in the NBA.
And making big money.
While kicking LeBron’s butt.
9. Bounce the ball with your head up
by Anonymous
Bounce the ball with your head up
Across the court passes don’t work
Shoot if you’re open
Keep your mind on the game
Enjoy it while you can
Take it o the basket
Behind the back
Always use the backboard
Lay-ups should never be missed
Learning new things can always happen
10. Football And Basketball
by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Let children play football or basketball.
They would experience camaraderie,
Team spirit and togetherness.
They would learn bearing failures and defeats
And abiding by rules and regulation.
They would develop reflex action
Necessary for spontaneous response.
They would develop a steel physique.
Let children waste in football or basketball.
Long Basketball Poems
Playing basketball helps to improve flexibility, endurance, agility, and strength. A collection of these long basketball poems has been compiled from the works of contemporary and well-known poets. Check them out!
1. Ex-Basketball Player
by John Updike
Pearl Avenue runs past the high-school lot,
Bends with the trolley tracks, and stops, cut off
Before it has a chance to go two blocks,
At Colonel McComsky Plaza. Berth’s Garage
Is on the corner facing west, and there,
Most days, you’ll find Flick Webb, who helps Berth out.
Flick stands tall among the idiot pumps—
Five on a side, the old bubble-head style,
Their rubber elbows hanging loose and low.
One’s nostrils are two S’s, and his eyes
An E and O. And one is squat, without
A head at all—more of a football type.
Once Flick played for the high-school team, the Wizards.
He was good: in fact, the best. In ’46
He bucketed three hundred ninety points,
A county record still. The ball loved Flick.
I saw him rack up thirty-eight or forty
In one home game. His hands were like wild birds.
He never learned a trade, he just sells gas,
Checks oil, and changes flats. Once in a while,
As a gag, he dribbles an inner tube,
But most of us remember anyway.
His hands are fine and nervous on the lug wrench.
It makes no difference to the lug wrench, though.
Off work, he hangs around Mae’s Luncheonette.
Grease-gray and kind of coiled, he plays pinball,
Smokes those thin cigars, nurses lemon phosphates.
Flick seldom says a word to Mae, just nods
Beyond her face toward bright applauding tiers
Of Necco Wafers, Nibs, and Juju Beads.
2. Last inning of the game
by Anonymous
Last inning of the game
the home team down by three.
Two outs and the bases loaded
and up comes the rookie.
He’s 0 for10 in the last four games
and the coach might move him down.
If he is he’ll want to quit,
’cause he’ll feel like such a clown.
He walks up to the plate nervously
knowing its all up to him.
The crowd is silent and the coach whispers
“Go and get ’em.”
He points the bat at the pitcher
with sweat dripping down his neck.
He slowly looks at the stadium.
It’s filled up; even upper-deck.
Here comes the first pitch,
a slow curveball strike.
He thinks ‘It’s okay. It’s the
one I didn’t like.’
The coach is very nervous.
He should have someone pinch-hit.
But he thinks, “I have faith in this kid.
I’m not gonna make him sit.”
The next pitch, a swing.
Wow, a towering fly.
It’s going very far,
it might be goodbye!
Over the centerfield wall.
He gave it all he’s got.
The ball is way gone;
he hit it to a perfect spot.
The crowd jumps to thier feet.
The kid won the game!
After being in such a slump,
he finally won his fame.
The team crowds around homeplate
as the kid comes running around.
The coach says “A determined winner
is what I found.”
All his teammates gather
patting him on the back.
He eyes the coach and the coach says,
“I guess I’ll cut you some slack.”
The rookie and the coach share a big hug.
Soon the team joins in,
and the kid isn’t feeling
like a small bug.
The rookie tips his hat
to all the cheering fans.
And now the rookie is, finally,
feeling like a man.
3. My Court
by McKay K. Echols
The dribble of the basketball,
The swish of the net,
The squeaking of my shoes against
The wood floor,
The passion and determination that
I feel is indescribable,
As sweat drips down my temples.
The basketball court is my home.
It is where all my thoughts and emotions
Are erased from my mind and all
I can think about is the basketball and
The hoop.
The court is a place that I can focus,
A place where I can put all of my
Thoughts and feelings into the
Things that are important to me.
Basketball is my life and
The court is where my
Life lives.
4. Old Men Playing Basketball
by B. H. Fairchild
The heavy bodies lunge, the broken language
of fake and drive, glamorous jump shot
slowed to a stutter. Their gestures, in love
again with the pure geometry of curves,
rise toward the ball, falter, and fall away.
On the boards their hands and fingertips
tremble in tense little prayers of reach
and balance. Then, the grind of bone
and socket, the caught breath, the sigh,
the grunt of the body laboring to give
birth to itself. In their toiling and grand
sweeps, I wonder, do they still make love
to their wives, kissing the undersides
of their wrists, dancing the old soft-shoe
of desire? And on the long walk home
from the VFW, do they still sing
to the drunken moon? Stands full, clock
moving, the one in army fatigues
and houseshoes says to himself, pick and roll,
and the phrase sounds musical as ever,
radio crooning songs of love after the game,
the girl leaning back in the Chevy’s front seat
as her raven hair flames in the shuddering
light of the outdoor movie, and now he drives,
gliding toward the net. A glass wand
of autumn light breaks over the backboard.
Boys rise up in old men, wings begin to sprout
at their backs. The ball turns in the darkening air.
5. Basketball Poem
by Brendan O’Hare
Basketball, basketball, basketball, the game of the slam dunk.
Basketball, basketball, basketball, I hope you’ll never be sunk.
The rivers should run orange
And let’s see a carrot sky too.
Little basketballs for air particles
And tiny Spaldings for the dew.
Dribbling, driving, passing
Just some of my favorite things.
Crash the boards. Shoot that ball.
You’re as sweet as ten championship rings.
The players meet at half-court
And shake each others hand
But when the ref blows their whistle
For himself, every man
The crowd loves the swish sound
And we go nuts for the mighty jam.
But if something’s not to our liking
Opponents may want to beat it and scram.
We hate the playful mascot
The game needs no extra joy
Repulsed by the disgusting excess
We throw bottles at the costumed boy
Would you kill for your favorite player?
Would you raise your big right hand
And tell the smiling judge and jury
That you’d do it all again?
Michael Jordan you’re a high-flier
And LeBron James you are too.
One day I hope to soar as well
So I can glide along with you.
Basketball, basketball, basketball, the game of the slam dunk. Basketball, basketball, basketball I hope you’ll never be sunk.
6. I love to dribble
by Anonymous
Basketball is just a game.
At least that’s what they tell me,
To me the court is a special place
Where I prefer to be
I love to dribble, pass and shoot
And steal that basketball
Learning to the part of a team
Is what love most of all
So don’t tell me its just a game,
Because I dearly love it.
It teaches me to face the struggle
And also rise abové it.
I learn to listen to my coach
And work for something more
Than my own stats or desires
When I’m out there on that floor
7. The Beginning of Basketball
by Anonymous
Nasmith, the creator,
could have waited complacent
with his nascent innovation
And it would have been wasted
But he stayed patient
And purveyed the game till it stayed
And now it’s entertaining the nation
Ovation after ovation
From each pass to each basket
From pavement to famous
Stadiums with elated
Fans praying out their amazement It was all latent in James But the first was the greatest
He shaped it
Clay in need of a mason
Many brains came after
But the first was the greatest
All of this is to say that
The game that I love
Is played with appreciation
Innate in its making
So whatever state that it’s in
Do not be mistaken
It will forever remain
Without imitation
8. Summer Ball by Mike Lupica
by Josh Mayeda
Basketball is every boy’s dream,
And Danny love it, too.
He’s very good and has lots of skills,
He’s a player through and through
But Danny is the smallest player
And wishes he had more height
This was a great challenge,
He persevered with all his might
He gets his chance to attend an elite camp,
Guess who comes-his best friend
An old rival also attends
Don’t worry, they get along in the end
He had a coach named Ed Powers
Who wasn’t all that nice
They did not like each other,
He gave Dammy bad advice
His team made it to the championship
He learned from his mistakes
He tries so hard and gives his all,
But does he have what it takes?
9. At Basketball
by Robert Ronnow
Basketball stands for war or battle.
That’s why I think about the players’
personalities, in my foxhole or squad.
Danny and Ben are fast and smart. Dan
especially can pass making him master
and commander. To defeat them as we did
is very satisfying. Ben’s five year old son
is intelligent but distant. Disdains to answer
my question Why are you you?
But I’m not here
to catalogue the men’s personalities.
I like them. But each of us has moved on
many times, when _______ suddenly died
the games went on with hardly a mention
and his name has since been forgotten.
But even this, absolute mortality
of not just our bodies but our names
and souls is not what I came
to talk about. Yesterday, between games,
I asked Joe how Molly his daughter likes
the high school. He mounted an impassioned
defense of reading as the indispensable skill
when I suggested math, the scientific method
and history are essential too.
Also between games
Bob diffidently asked why my kids are bald.
I was moved by the care he took to satisfy
his curiosity, concerned the subject might be
difficult. He’s a political science teacher so
I took the opportunity to ask What ails
the republic? Of course I answered myself
wanting mostly to hear myself talk about Iraq
and how empire is self-correcting. For once I was amusing
I thought, treating the subject with a light touch
heretofore lacking.
But none of this is what I came to say.
A new guy, very big and strong, a
bulldozer under the boards with a good
outside shot if needed got into a dispute
with the other Bob who likes to tell people
what to do sometimes, about an offensive
foul Bob called which we almost never do.
The new guy said If you can’t take it don’t
play under the boards which is what I say
when I’m ****** and don’t give a ****.
Bob said You’ve been pushing and shoving me
all day. I said He doesn’t want to be
pushed and shoved which got a wry
smile out of Danny as I put the ball in play.
10. Cross-O-ver
by [KRAWS-OH-VER]
A simple basketball move
in which a player dribbles
the ball quickly
from one hand
to the other.
As in: When done right,
a crossover can break
an opponent’s ankles.
As in: Deron Williams’s crossover
is nice, but Allen Iverson’s crossover
was so deadly, he could’ve set up
his own podiatry practice.
As in: Dad taught me
how to give a soft cross first
to see if your opponent falls
for it,
then hit ’em
with the hard crossover.
Rhyming Basketball Poems
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1. Basketball (Sonnet)
by Anonymous
I love dribbling down the shiny court,
Shooting the ball into the small basket
Is quite fun but not when you miss it short,
My long shot is deadly like a Casket,
My bounce pass is perfect try stealing it,
I can not dunk but I can still rebound,
Give me the ball in the clutch and I’ll hit,
Try to block me, Swish, is the only sound,
I am a team player, call me assist
Because that’s what I get when I chest pass,
I am a great defender you will miss,
My speed is the best, I’m extremely fast,
Triple double is what I get in games,
Basketball player is my middle name.
2. Her name is Bernadette
by Anonymous
The lights go on, the floor covered with light
Two team ready to play through the night
The moves are fantastic, the jumper so sweet
They fall from 10, 15, and 20 feet
She’s fearless and leads us to victory
Her name’s Bernadette, but we call her BD
Whether up by ten or down by five,
When she’s on the floor the game comes alive
The handle, the passes, the shots raining down
Leaves the other team’s coach with a perpetual frown
Always first in her mind is the team’s victory
Her name’s Bernadette, but we call her BD.
3. Our fans rock…
by Anonymous
Our fans rock Assembly Hall
HooHoo Hoosiers can be heard above it all
We’ve got these new talented recruits
Got ’em all decked out in candy striped suits
But Kentucky is afraid to come to our house
Silly ol’ Cats, more like scared little mouse
Anytime Indiana makes a three
Kentucky fans hit their knees
They can’t run with us this year
Forget yellow, blue means fear
It’s time to jeer, so listen hear
4. End Rhyme: Basketball
by Anonymous
My favorite sport is basketball
My moves make players fall
Even though I’m not that tall
I always make fair calls
I buy my basketball shoes from the mall
Because I win, kids like to start brawls
My friends talk about my skills in the hall
My defense is like a tall brick wall
5. A Basketball
by Leslie Alexis
Yes, everyone must have a basketball.
It’s the gift that must be given to all,
Because with it, everyone can have a ball.
You can bump it to touch the sky;
Something all want to do before they die.
Best of all, it is very easy to dry.
You can use just one sheet of bounty;
Water runs off it like pretty girls run from me;
By the way, that is something you ought to see!
Just pump it and you will have a best friend,
A classy one, if you are willing to spend;
You can get a warranty that does not end.
Spalding is the brand used by the NBA,
It makes for one hell of a play,
But you do not have to take what I say.
Try it for yourself and you will see,
A basketball is a friend without animosity.
Get one! If I were you, I would do so quickly.
6. I bounce, I dribble
by Anonymous
I bounce, I dribble
on parquet,
headed for net
far away.
Getting closer
then stopped short,
I’m surrounded
at midcourt.
Looking around
I look hard,
I find opening
to the point gaurd.
I fake left
then spin right,
I release ball
it’s in flight.
Point gaurd catches
perfect pass,
now much closer
to backboard glass.
With brows of sweat
a body hot,
point gaurd sets
and takes shot.
Ball hits backboard
then drops in,
cheering crowd
three point win.
Some celebrate
some in shock,
watching shot
beat the clock.
7. Basketball
by Doctor Canner
Basketball is not a sport
All they ever do is run around the court
The players use an orange bouncy ball
By the way, they’re 11 feet tall
And the net is only 10 feet high
“How we gonna score, maybe bend our thigh?”
Saying basketball’s a sport is like sportifying 4 square
What sports can you play while you’re in a wheelchair?
Basketball’s just an activity
So just dunk the ball for infinity
Don’t be stupid, be a smarty
Don’t go to a basketball party
8. Basketball’s my favorite sport
by Anonymous
Basketball’s my favorite sport.
I dribble up and down the court.
The ball goes bouncing off my toes
and beans the teacher on the nose.
He stumbles back and grabs his nose
and hits the wall and down he goes.
The other players stop and stare.
They’ve never heard the teacher swear.
With no one playing anymore.
I grab the ball. I shoot. I score.
I love this game! It’s so much fun.
The teacher cried, but, hey–we won.
9. I have loved this game all my life
by Anonymous
Five kids take the court with a bouncing ball.
We dribble, pass, and shoot through a hoop that is tall.
We block shots and slide our feet and set a pick or two.
We run and jump and play defense in front of all of you.
To some this sport is just a game, but to me it is more.
There is no feeling like making a steal, an assist, or a score.
When five individuals work as one and best the other team,
No better feeling can I imagine, no more can I dream.
I love to play basketball more than any other sport.
I practice alone or three on three or with the whole team consort,
To get better every day to improve my condition and skill.
I have loved this game all my life, and I always will.
10. Ode to Basketball
by Jazzy Melnyk
Defending, passing, and shooting the ball,
The girls on my team are really tall.
I try to give my very best,
And it always seems to really impress.
The sound of squeaky shoes draws near.
We make a shot and fans start to cheer.
I dribble the ball in my hand.
My team runs the play just as planned.
The game is tied with seconds to go,
But we won by making the last free throw.
My love of the game is very strong.
The basketball court is where I belong.
Final Thoughts on Basketball Poems
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Basketball is an inspiring sport to play, and the sport continues to amaze billions while also creating lasting memories for everyone who bounce the ball.
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