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Two Poems from our Basketball Poetry Collection

 
 
SO PLAY
   
Author: April Nunn
   
Poem:
SO PLAY
   
 
Grime, dirt and passion.
That’s what you see and feel down here
on the court.
No one plays for fun. It’s all about
getting a chance to make it.
Players eat, sleep and dream about the
game.
On one side of the court there lies your
past.
On the other there lies your future.

So play.

Street lights come on and that means
“Game Time”.
Once the game begins, bodies collide
and the ultimate contest begins.
Between the legs, behind the back,
players showing off
all their moves.
Rim rattlers and jumpshots are initiated.
If you fall, then get up and push it even harder!
Remember, this is the game of games. There’s
no tomorrow!

So play.
   
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Why Do We?
   
Author: None Buisness
   
Poem: Why Do We?
   

Why? Why do we run back and forth night after night? Running so hard we throw up Running so hard your heart beat rings in your head while your lungs are grasping for air. Late nights early mornings, Friday nights Saturday evenings, broken bones, torn muscles and deep bruises We run through it all. Because we live off our adrenaline, because the game frees your spirit, because the party in the locker room is fine because your invincible once you step on the court because a shot can make you smile all night, squeek of your shoes, the rattling of the boards, the feel of the ball, and shoes pounding into the floor is a rhythm to live by, because its possible to run fast enough to leave all ur worries behind. Sweat is the perfume of our accomplishment. Why? Why would someone push themselves so hard? Its not 4 the money, and its not 4 the fame. We do it because we love it..we love the game of basketball
 
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