Rhys Owain Williams published a poem on the site Football Poets 5 months ago
Across the ground, a pause
as still as the years that follow.
Matchday chat falls to the pit where
lost apple pips lie – feel them
stretch into this emptiness, burst into
boughs, touch all sides
of t […]
We just wanted to play football. While the rest of the boys in our year were out with girls (or at least claiming to be), we were on the hunt for makeshift goal posts. The bins round the back of the school. Two […]
Gareth Bale, Wales vs. Slovakia, Euro 2016 Group B,
Bordeaux, France, 11th June 2016
He’s hit free kicks before.
Lifted them over memories
of spurned chances,
Bent them round the s […]
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Rhys Owain Williams published a poem on the site Football Poets 2 years, 7 months ago
Swansea City vs. Wrexham, FAW Premier Cup Final,
11th May 2005
On your deathbed
we stripped you –
ripped out red plastic seats
and advertisement boards
stealing gold from fresh b […]
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Welcome to Football Poets -- a club for all football poets, lovers of football and lovers of (alternative) poetry. Discover poets in every league from respected internationals at the top of their game to young hopefuls in the school playground.
Publish your football poems here and then discuss them with your team mates and fans. We're archived by The British Library, so your masterpieces are in the safe hands of a world-class keeper. What a result!
21st November 2019 at 10:11 am
Thank you Al and Welcome to Football Poets..
Too often in the shadow and wake of Hillsborough, Bradford and Heysel, your powerful and emotive lines remind us of a tragic day when 66 died and many more were injured at Ibrox .
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4th November 2019 at 9:51 am
great three lines Alex…table football..says it all
16th October 2019 at 10:50 pm
Kev….. the Rev, of that place that rhymes with Les Fridge!
23rd September 2019 at 6:39 pm
Lewis Carroll or Andy Carroll?
19th September 2019 at 4:41 pm
with our new website format, we can now all offer suggestions on top of this.
AE Housman or Peter Houseman?
Spike Milligan or Mike Milligan?
30th August 2019 at 2:19 pm
I really, really wish I’d thought of that closing line!
2nd August 2019 at 12:01 pm
Wow. That is a fantastic tale John.Thank you. Funny and sad but hysterical. You totally captured the vibe back then.I was too small to see in those huge crowds at the Bridge when i first went to Chelsea on Dec 25 ’57 (Chelsea 7-4 Portsmouth (when Greaves scored 4) but remember …ev’ry week so well …the old Peanut sellers chucking their peanuts to the crowd .And then us chucking our sixpences back .(Tanner a bag) And then stamping on them or chucking back the shells at our mates and the cops too. God Bless Mrs Michella the Crystal Palace peanut seller….and all long gone peasnut sellers.
28th June 2019 at 3:23 pm
We have one of these shirts Clik and it is beautiful.
Great poem for a boss shirt.
20th June 2019 at 2:37 pm
Lovely poem Rhys, and That Lone Ship looks a boss book.
9th May 2019 at 12:59 pm
Great poem Clik – witty and memorable, worthy of a quite remarkable occasion.