An April Welcome
In April 2007, we welcomed the following new contributors to this site :
non humphries
Richard Brooks
jessie
Michael Bibby
Rosie Jones
Paul Johnson
From Mitchell Intermediate, Texas , we welcome :
From McCullough Jr. High, Texas , we welcome :
Clair Spaulding (a very clever ten to one poem)
A blast from the past – a welcome return to
For a wonderful review of a Football Poetry book, click here :
Gareth Southgates’s Proverb
The review is written by one of our esteemed contributors : Eddie Gibbons
Click on the names above to see that person’s poem(s), or browse some selected first efforts below :
Burnley Fc
“Just like watching Brazil More like watching The Bill”
Like Thomas Gradgrind Hard Times fall
Yet Turf Moor faithful they recall
This grand auld club played side by side
Old Trafford, Anfield and the like
The ‘Duck and Boot’ the locals den
Whilst in ‘The Turf’ they’ll tell you when
The FA Cup was held up proud
In Claret ribbons streaming out.
© Michael Bibby
Foul? No Way!
I push past a player, maybe a little too hard
She falls to the ground, hand clutching her knee
The ref holds up a bright yellow card
My team starts to argue with him
“Foul? No way!” I shout angrily
I roll my eyes
Ref’s these days
Never agreeable
Foul
© Clare Spaulding
It’s a ten to one poem…
Football
I love the feeling of the game,
But don’t want to loose and be put to shame.
I cheer them on hoping to win,
And when they do I have a big grin.
I love how they dribble with all that pace,
And I see how fast they run as if they were having a race.
Football is the way of life,
Like a bread being cut by a knife.
It is the game where legends are born,
When football can make many things form.
The one and only football.
© Donovan McNair
Our Dad
Our Dad he played just like a King
Upon the pitch was sound
Jumpers goalposts we would fling
And left ’em on the ground
Our Dad he raced and leaped up high
With goals he wore the crown
Til skills like dreams all went to seed
And scattered on the ground
Our Dad he never made the grade
But Saturday’s we were proud
With bursting hearts and bloodied knees
We cheered him in the ground.
© Rosie
The Post and Destiny
I stand in my destiny,
between jubilation and disaster.
The appocalypse approaches,
my heart beats ever faster.
My hands itch in anticipation.
she takes a shot with a question to answer.
Success the vocation,
of a skillful dancer.
It cannot be allowed,
though their movement is refined,
the ball’s in my hands,
the horror has declined.
© non humphries
I know this is an extremely self -flattering summary of an inter-school game, but as an aspirant keeper i am proud of this moment. i would also like to point out that i owe that success and indeed any other future successes to my lucky gloves. seriouly, without
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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.
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Latest Comments
20th April 2024 at 12:04 pm
Hi Joe
Shouldn’t your title read your poem Farewell Europe England to everyone exccept Aston Villa ?
I know you mention them in your poem , but I do feel sorry for Villa re the national press .
Largely ignored. the hype was was all about Man City & Arsenal with a bit of a nod to the Hammers..but hardly a mention of Villa..
So well done to them
C
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19th March 2024 at 8:00 am
Hi Crispin. Chris Sutton on the radio has gone for a Chelsea v Coventry final. As we know anything can happen in the Cup, and I reckon we can go to the final.
We’re still in with a chance of the play offs too, so lots to go for.
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19th March 2024 at 7:41 am
Hey Kev
Let the masses drool over their odds on City v Unted Final, but who knows how pressure can hit.
Cov and Chels will be rightly labelled as having no chance..but hey …stranger things have happened..
so Chelsea v Coventry…that’s the Final for us!
Best
C
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29th January 2024 at 10:03 pm
Hi Crispin,
How are you doing mate? Yes, you’re probably right but hey football is all about emotion and passion and I just love writing about the game. I try to keep my poetry to a reasonable length but there’s so much to write about the game and its literature just lends itself naturally to poetry. Sometimes I just get completely carried and I do apologise for the length of my poetry but it’s a great thrill to be associated with Football Poets.
Cheers mate
Joe
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10th January 2024 at 7:52 pm
You’re right of course Joe but…..it’s actually more of a big welcome break for everyone who is not into Premier League ..I’m talking fans of EFL National League and below…..
Btw …is this actually your longest poem ever !?
Best
Crispin
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8th January 2024 at 4:45 pm
Thanks!
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8th January 2024 at 10:42 am
There’s something so evocative and nostalgic for football fans the world over, in ‘revisiting’ old lost grounds.
Occasionally some remnants remain, with perhaps part of a wall or part or a stand or thre shape of a terrace, but often they are only still there in faded images and in our heads..
Great stuff Graham
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4th January 2024 at 10:13 am
A great idea and well executed. Thanks Graham.
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19th November 2023 at 1:45 pm
Thanks Gacina, glad you liked it, and I have just posted a new one about our points deduction…
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7th November 2023 at 6:34 pm
Today B.B.C post on F.B was titled:Premier League reduced to 18 clubs? I really think it may be interesting to see if this would be Everton’s nightmare and this poem is well suited for this concern.If there would be more difficult battle to stay if there were 18 teams.Great poem and somehow true.
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