Poems tagged ‘Liverpool’
Anfield Ices
I have this little ice cream cart, it sits outside The Kop
You can see me every matchday wearing my Liverpool top
I call it Anfield Ices , the ice creams are really nice
They’re cool like our big centre half , Big Virg was worth his price.
My customers are all Kopites , Liverpool born and bred
And when I ask “What flavour” they all say strawberry red
Some they want some sprinkles, some they want some sauce
I have this special cone called KLOPP, named after our special boss.
Some fans they want ice lollies,some fans they want a tub
They’ve all one thing in common, Liverpool Football Club
The 99s are popular,a treat for some of their mates
They eat them with their scarves on right next to The Shankly Gates.
I have a cover for my cart it hasn’t any words
Just a plain white background with 2 red Liverbirds
The wheels they are all painted red, need to be changed, they’re rather old
6 stars sit in the middle, they’re a lovely shade of gold.
Some cones they do get broken, in the bin they have to go
And in our trophy room this year, 4 trophies are on show
The Premier League is ours this year, we’ve waited 30 years
But now it sits there pride of place just next to old “Big Ears”.
YNWA
Champions wrap up historic season
Newcastle 1-3 Liverpool
Steve Bruce will breath easy
We were kind to the big Geordie
Rapier like seeking 99 points
It’s the biggest in our history
We even had a party pooper
Dwight Gayle after half a minute
26 seconds, Virg and Origi hit back
They just don’t know when to quit
Champions League and then the Title
Matching the 1981 vintage side
Mane rounds it off for 3-1
We may never ever witness such a ride
26 07 20
number7
© emdad rahman
My Da Bought Me A T Shirt
My Da bought be a t shirt, it’s red with a white trim
He said “be proud and wear it son and love the colours just like him”
He couldn’t wait to get it in the local football shop
Just around the corner from the famous Spion Kop
My Da bought me a t shirt, on one side is the liverbird
I have a few collected now but this one is well preferred
Underneath the liverbird sit 3 letters L.F.C.
A football team that we both love, steeped in history.
My Da bought me a t shirt, the embroidery the best by far
And on one side of the short sleeve sit 6 little stars
They are there to constantly remind us of being Europe’s kings
There’s not another club like ours whose songs I’d rather sing
My Da bought me a t shirt, it’s nice ‘n loose, not tight
I think I’ll wear this one in May, not on a European night
Opposite the liverbird there’s two numbers 1 and 9
They represent our titles won, it sure looks mighty fine.
My Da bought me a t shirt, I’ll wear it in my Anfield Church
“CHAMPIONS” is printed on the back, that’s right we’re back on our perch
I’ll wear it every Saturday as long as it doesn’t rain
To remind me of this season, a relentless Red campaign.
YNWA
Our Boss Jurgen Klopp (to the tune of my boy lollipop)
Our boss Jurgen Klopp
You took our club back to the top
You’re full of passion and fire
And you love The Kop choir
Ho Ho Jurgen Klopp
Never ever leave us
There’s more trophies for the bus
Our hearts tell us so
We love you we love you we love you so
But we want you to know
We need ya we need ya we need ya so
Champions League and title to show
Our boss Jurgen Klopp
Mancs thought you’d turn out a flop
They’re full of bitterness not banter
We won the league at a canter
Our boss Jurgen Klopp
We love you we love you we love you so
But we want you to know
We need ya we need ya we need ya so
Back on our perch we go
Our boss Jurgen Klopp
You took our club back to the top
Mancs say we are unbearable
Is it because they’re terrible
Our boss Jurgen Klopp
Our boss Jurgen Klopp
Our boss Jurgen Klopp
The Anfield Express
Hop on board The Anfield express, a train bound for Liverpool
Where you’ll see fast flowing football and the players will make you drool.
The train it has 4 carriages, each named after a place
And when you think back on the memories a smile will takeover your face.
The first carriage is called MADRID where the reds they overcame Spurs
And won European Cup number 6 which you can see in the club’s museum tours.
That was to be the first of a remarkable 4 trophies that Hendo would have to lift up
The first of his captain’s shuffles started off with the European Cup
Carriage number 2 is called ISTANBUL, the European Super Cup the prize
Another all english affair against Chelsea, would the Liverbird once again rise.
After a penalty shootout with nothing between the 2 teams
It was Hendo’s second opportunity to shuffle, the stuff of boyhood dreams.
DOHA is the name of carriage number 3, a city way out in Qatar
The Reds aiming to be World Champions, a feat that’s eluded them so far.
In the final they beat Flamengo with all their Brazilian flair
And Hendo would shuffle his feet once more while raising another trophy in the air.
The 4th carriage is simply called ENGLAND where the Reds are Kings of the land
Led by a magical German with a fabulous footballing wand.
He has changed us from doubters to believers, he has taken us back to the top
He has brought The Premier League trophy right onto The Spion Kop
We have waited so long to be Champions, always reminded its been 30 years
But, The Liverbird stands tall once more, that’s what other clubs fear.
No longer can they say that to us nor mention the Stevie G slip
As we are CHAMPIONS OF ENGLAND, KINGS OF THE PREMIERSHIP.
The fans watched Hendo’s last shuffle from the comfort of their own home
Singing along to our anthem You’ll Never Walk Alone.
If you’d like to know more of our history, just do a little Google search
I already know whst it says though, THE REDS ARE BACK ON THEIR PERCH.
YNWA
This was wrote after us beating Chelsea 5 3 and being presented with the league title afterwards. July 2020
Anfield thriller as Champions lift trophy
Liverpool 5-3 Chelsea
Virgil leads out the champions
Naby lashes one with thunder
Kepa is firmly rooted
Trent bends the right corner
Three seasons unbeaten at home
Tonight Gini boosts the attack
Three to one before half time
Giroud leads the fightback
At last Bobby has his Anfield goal
Great play for a Tammy tap in
Pulisic a star in the making
Ox seals a thriller on the spin
With King Kenny looking on
Amidst the joyous kerfuffle
He bought the Wearsider to Merseyside
Behold the Hendo shuffle
22 07 20
number7
© emdad rahman
Gunners dish the capital punishment
Arsenal 2-1 Liverpool
“Is Yours Gold?” one read
We actually got trolled
“Anfield 89”
Boy the Arsenal are bold
Though honed at Brisbane Road
Klopp’s backline stutters
Two shots, two goals
That’s all that really matters
Champs trained at Leyton Orient
Mane again the guy
On a rare off night
Lacazette and Nelson reply
15 07 20
number7
© emdad rahman
Seagulls host thirtieth win
Brighton 1-3 Liverpool
Risky when you don’t change
When Liverpool press high
Ball lost on the edge of the box
Watch Mo Salah apply
He’ll stick to his principles
Graham Potter won’t quit
Sweet right foot rocket
Hendo in the eight minute
For Trossard’s neat finish
No one could complain
Salah’s near post header
Stamps thirty wins this campaign
08 07 20
number7
© emdad rahman
Reds see off gutsy Villa
Liverpool 2-0 Aston Villa
Jurgen’s not interested in records
But at Anfield he’s still a killer
17 wins, 17 home games
His Reds sweep past the Villa
Alisson parries El Ghazi’s shot
Villa graft to beat a loss
Looked good too for a precious point
Until Mane lashed in Keita’s cross
Toe to toe with the champions
Smith’s men played with soul
Until Curtis Jones with a new deal
Volleyed his first top flight goal
05 07 20
number7
© emdad rahman
Champions crash down to earth
Manchester City 4-0 Liverpool
A guard of honour it is
Before the Etihad car crash
It was to be expected
After a week on the lash
So a strong start with no goals
Followed by a period of disjoint
That mega leads been reduced
To a paltry twenty points
Sterling forces a penalty
De Bruyne doesn’t miss
Sterling and Foden seal it
From Ox the goodnight kiss
02 07 20
number7
© emdad rahman
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13th September 2024 at 6:14 pm
Welcome to Football Poets Beth
Great evocative poem Beth….
More please !
Haiku always welcome.
Hope we (FGR) get to play you again soon
Best
Crispin
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26th July 2024 at 6:25 pm
Great poem Mike Bartram. Eddie was a legend, affectionately known in Liverpool as, “the first hooligan.” Even the hoolies were well dressed in those days. The amazing thing was he was only 26 when that picture was taken. He’d played for Everton youth team and was well known to the players. He never got arrested. They threw him out and he climbed back in, just in time for Derek Temples winner.
I used the picture of him being tackled to the ground on the front cover of my book, “Once Upon a rhyme in Football.” It’s worth looking on youtube and finding the re-enactment of the Wembley scene. Frank Skinner and Baddiel went around to Eddies home in the 1990’s and acted it out on the green outside. It’s hilarious, especially all the effort they put in to get Eddie sober enough to shoot the scene.
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10th July 2024 at 6:07 pm
Hi Crispin,
I don’t know if you’ve see the picture in social media today…
a picture of a teenage Lionel Messi cradling a baby in Africa as part of a photoshoot…. the family had won a lottery to have their baby pictured with him….
the photographer has just revealed that the baby is actually in fact Lamine Yamal!!!!
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26th May 2024 at 2:30 pm
Hi Denys…
Re Man City:
OK it was 20 years ago but Criag Wilson did write this and a few others on them back in 04/05.
BTW I’m more Forest Green Rover since 2014 (and Chelsea) these days . I drum and am a standing season ticket holder .
Best
Crispin
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29th April 2024 at 2:47 pm
Hi Denys,
Yes Richard Williams you’re a brilliant wordsmith, my friend. When I first saw your football poetry I thought it was the superb Guardian sports and music writer. I once had the honour of sitting next to Richard Williams while at the Independent on the sports desk. He writes about music and sport with immense knowledge and authority. I’ve read a couple of Richard’s books recently. Great writer rather like you Richard Williams the Pompey fan. Congratulations on promotion.
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28th April 2024 at 5:59 pm
Thanks Denys. Yes your replay poem was superb.
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26th April 2024 at 4:46 pm
Nice work, Joe. You were quick off the mark with that! Good one from Richard Williams too I see.
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25th April 2024 at 7:33 pm
Hi Denys,
Thanks mate. I’ll do it now.
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25th April 2024 at 1:56 pm
Thanks Joe,
you might like to write a poem yourself on the same subject…
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23rd April 2024 at 4:03 pm
Hi Denys
With you all the way on the abolition of FA Cup replays. What are they doing to the game?
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