What's a really good volleyball poem?

Question

What's a really good volleyball poem?

Answer 1

Crouched and ready I wait for the spike,

My feet touching the floor ever so light.

An open hand and the spike is a "tip,"

Someone yells as I bite my lip.

I spring into action and dive for the ball.

I stretch out my hand and make contact as I fall.

It's a perfect up and I roll out' a the way

As the setter sets and our team makes the play.

Of course it's a kill and our team wins the volley

And all because I made NO folly!!





Palms are sweaty*butterflies churning,

I'm ready to play with my insides burning,

Tonight's the night we've been waiting for all season long,

District champs and state is where we belong,

We're gonna come out with a slam bang and a boom,

I'm afraid Cameron has met their doom,

So lets go out there girls and have some fun,

and as our coach would say.."LETS GETT ER DONE!!"

Answer 2

They told me there is no "I" in team.

I am an athlete.

I am an individual.

I am strong.

I am weak.

I have desires, hopes, and dreams.

I have goals.

I have fears.

As a team my opponent will never see my weaknesses,

Only my strengths, never my fears,

Only my goals as they unfold before them.

I am not afraid that my team will see my fears, my hopes, dreams or desires.

I trust my team to an unlimited level.

I am not afraid that my team will see my faults, because with them I overcome my faults.

With them I am fearless, with them I have hopes and dreams.

With my team I am not weak, I do not have strength of one athlete but many combined, focused, and dangerous to my un-united opponent.

I become my team and my team becomes me.

I do not judge, and I am not judged.

I have a goal, and the team has a goal.

They always told me there is no "I" in team.

They were wrong...

I am the team; I become the team; the team became me.

The team becomes an entity unto itself.

The team is strong, creative, compassionate, caring, authoritative, disciplined.

The team absorbs "I" and then there is an "I" in team.

The "I" becomes part of something much more powerful.

They were right: there is no "I" in team.

But there is a "team" in "me."

Answer 3

this is one i wrote

                  

                   Rushing anticipation

“Bump! Set! Spike!”

All resemble the pattern of the ball.

UP and Over.

“Mine, yours, out, over!”

The score board buzzing in my ear sweat glistens on the player’s foreheads and down there bulging arms.  Legs shaking, knees bent, ready to receive.

                               Their voices echo through the gym

Coaches and second string players yell from the side lines, leaning over the edge of their seats with exhilaration.

“Get it! Help it!”

One girl receives bumping to the net, another set for another. The spiker slams hard, with a knee clashing victory. Across the ten foot line, players in spandex slide and clash.

“First match over”

You line up, and do it again.

Answer 4

--I didn't write this poem, I found it on a website, for sports poems. Hope you like it as much as I did--

VOLLEYBALL

My head is throbbing,

I can't see straight.

Our score is three,

Their score is eight.

We're down by five,

We're catching up.

My turn to serve,

Please don't mess up!

My serve is over,

To the right.

Out of bounds,

And out of sight.

"Oh no!" I yell,

The other team cheers.

Their turn to serve,

I'm close to tears.

Her back is straight,

Her arms are long.

Their score at eight,

But not for long.

The toss goes up,

The crowd looks down.

Her serve is short,

Her teammates frown.

Our turn again,

To serve once more.

It's in the air,

It hits the floor!

One point for blue,

Still down by five.

But not for long,

We're coming alive!!!

It's still our serve,

She throws it up.

What a curve!

Another point for blue!

Their faces blank,

They don't know what to do.

We got it back and won the game.

We stole the ball,

Put them to shame.

As you may see,

Volleyball is an intense game.

But when you win,

No one's to blame.

--Sadia--