Sports Poems

An Inspiring Motivational Tool for Self of Team Motivation

This collection of motivational sports poems was compiled after hours of researching various sources. This compilation crosses several sports, and motivation in general, and is meant to provide inspiration as you pursue your own activities and dreams. Enjoy!

Sports Poems

Sports Poems: Makin' It

Work is power
Power is commitment
Commitment means struggle
Struggle means progress
Progress means persistance
Persistance is to love one's goal
A goal is the dream
The dream is the fate
The fate is the journey
The journey is god given
God gives the ability
The ability to make it
The ability to pursue
The ability to know its coming
Then to know its there
Take it and run with it
Then to realize you made it
Then to pass it on
And let that one know
What it takes to be you, what it takes to make it!

Author Unknown

Sports Poems: If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowances for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don;t give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fool,
Or watch the things you gave you life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

Sports Poems: Please Yourself

When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to a mirror and look at yourself,
And see what THAT man has to say.

For it isn't your father or mother or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass;
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.

You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plum
And think you're a wonderful guy,
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.

He's the fellow to please, never mind all the rest,
For he's with you clear up to the end,
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass,
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.

Unknown

The Man on the Bench

The man on the bench is the man for me
He's not the star, but he's the key .
Without his aid and help each day,
I doubt if there would be a play.
Every run by a team on "big game" day
He holds the dummy and shows the way when
The other team runs that certain play.

When not being clocked, he's chasing punts.
Or shagging fly balls, and fielding bunts,
Or a hundred and one other useful stunts.
He's always the "skins" against the "shirts",
And the night of the game he sits and hurts,

He helps with equipment, and picks up balls.
Sets up the hurdles, and takes the falls,
But is always ready when some coach calls.
He's not on the sports page every time
When a "dollar" is waiting, he's the "dime"
He comes to the banquet with a little prayer,
Hoping this year the "letter" is there.

As he squirms wishfully in his chair.
And he suffers a little along with his coach,
As the names are read and no approach
Is made to him there is a wrench
In his heart. But his teeth will clench,
As he says, "next year", this man on the bench.

What happens to all the men like these.
Who seem, all elbows, thumbs, and knees.
Don't feel sorry for their frustrations,
They are the men who head corporations,
And sit on the councils of great nations.
They learn the value of raw sheer grit,
The determination that won't say quit.
The value of facing rugged strife
To face the gun with just a knife,
They learn how to make a fight in life.

To the man on the bench I give my hand
With the greatest respect, cause he's my man,
Please don't worry, he'll go far
Be it jet propulison or motor car,
Somewhere in life, he will be a star.

Author Unknown