Poems by tri tran
- The 5 year Contract – A Dream Come True
- africa 2010
- The Morning Is Near
- the revenge of the underdogs
- the master against his student
- the MLS Cup Final: the dying favourites
- the penalty specialist of the Galaxy
- The Dying Minutes of The Western Conference Game
- The twelfth man
- shoot like a shooting star
- The commemoration poem for Bobby Robson
- history made in africa
- the gladiators
- THE KING’S MEN
- farewell Carlos
- nocturnal blessings
- the night of the reds and cristian
- The Champions of Sweden
- Farewell Luton Town FC
- Lancashire triumph
- dark day
- Oh Boy!
- the derby
- good bye LA, hello Milan
- The Days Of The Swans
- jose mourinho
- Arsene of Arsenal (limerick)
- Not the real one
- torn between two clubs
- The Ronaldoless city
- Vietnam, the hero
- Nicholas Anelka The Sword Of Chelsea
- The Losers Of The MLS Final
- Golden dream
- MLS All Stars Triumph Over West Ham
- GERMANY IN EURO 2008 FINAL CELEBRATION
- sunset orange of euro 2008
- The Day of The Poets
- The man who saved his nation
- down and out
- euro hero end poland’s dream
- France wades into the competition(plantoun)
- the ever bleak planet
- the Mersey side match night
- the uefa cup (villerai)
- david beckham
- wounded in a war
- THE SHAME OF A HOME DEFEAT
- football maniac
- oh liverpool lyrics
- the begining of a campaign
- once again
- Kevin Keegan
- BECKHAM SAW HIS FIRST YELLOW EMBER
- LA galaxy
- The travelling star
- Didier Drogba
- the day of the blues
- ZENEDINE ZIDANE, THE GOD OF SOCCER
- the little heroes of Ghana
- the reigning champs
- PRAYER FOR ENGLAND
- the stars
- THOSE MICE WITH BIG HEARTS
- THE CRIMSON CLOUD OF HEALY
- Brazil rests alone in the entire galaxy
- May 3dr 2005
- MICHEAL OWEN: fall 2004
- the retirement of a soccer star
- Humiliation
- Down go the heroic lions
- The game I buried
- THE DAY MANCHESTER CITY DIED
- unbelievable draw
- The rise of the Blues in the new millenium
- the national team
- the day USA women soccer team died
- Arsenal
- leeds
- the sweretest victory liverpool 1 manchester city 0
- Gone but not forgotten: leeds united 1968
- chelsea
- LEEDS V AERSENAL IN THE FA CUP FINAL :1-0
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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!
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Latest Poems
Crispin Thomas
16th June 2025
Gacina Bozidar
15th June 2025
joe morris
15th June 2025
Stuart Butler
13th June 2025
Alex Saynor
13th June 2025
John Gilbert Ellis
7th June 2025
joe morris
7th June 2025
Denys E. W. Jones
31st May 2025
joe morris
31st May 2025
Clik The Mouse
30th May 2025
Crispin’s Corner
In Memoriam
Kick It Out & Christmas Truce
Latest Comments
7th June 2025 at 5:57 pm
Very well put! My recent favourite came when visiting Chesterfield. They have the ‘LMD Vacuum Excavation Stand’.
May be if you’re in the vacuum excavation business, it’s a beautiful sounding name.
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24th May 2025 at 7:19 am
Hi Steve
I’ve come across you before on the live poetry circuit…something I’ve also been involved in since the late 90s at slams, gigs and festivals. Did you ever get to Glasto?
I was also at Swindon when José subbed and berated Kevin in a League Cup game for Chelsea….
Salah as you point out went the same way…
Be interesting to see Kev’s next move?
Best
Crispin
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24th April 2025 at 1:05 pm
Hey Denys..love this
“You may be a miner working down a pit.
You may be a rock star playing sold out gigs.
You may be a fireman putting out a blaze.
You may be an inmate chalking off the days. ”
Not just Dylan but maybe an unintentional nod to and shades of Ian Dury’s enigmatic ‘What A Waste’ rhythmic scanning..eg:
I could be the driver in an articulated lorry
I could be a poet I wouldn’t need to worry
I could be a teacher in a classroom full of scholars
I could be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallahs
What a waste
What a waste
Was lucky enough to meet and interview him twice.
Best wishes from Forest Green to Genoa C
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8th March 2025 at 2:34 pm
Thanks Crispin
I’ve been to FGR a couple of times in the past – great food! Barnet look like they have the NL sewn up for this season, but I wish you well for promotion next season.
Regards, Beth
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11th January 2025 at 8:13 am
TO ADD THIS TO THIS POEM’S COMMENT:WELCOME BACK DAVID MOYES!!!
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27th November 2024 at 5:55 am
‘You’re Supposed To Be At Home’ is an excellent and moving poem Denys.
You start off thinking it’s just about another oft-sung chant, one we personally heard a lot last season throughout our second relegation in a row here at Forest Green(FGR) ! I always love poems where you think they are saying one thing and then they suddenly pull you deeper to somewhere or something else else.
I’m currently helping in a local school for FGR in a voluntary capacity using football to help young students with reading. At an upcoming session we will tackle racism, just like we did in workshops at football schools and grounds when we first started this site 24 years ago. I’m gonna try and weave your poem into a session.
We’ve added it to the Anti- Racism/Kick It Out section under Crispin’s Corner.
Best C
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26th November 2024 at 1:59 pm
Great poem and great to see you back Wyn.
Don’t leave it so long next time my friend!
More please.
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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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