3 Sports poems: cheerleading poem, basketball poem, baseball poem, all create visual and sensory impressions for the reader through use of alliteration.
Sports Poems: Cheerleading, Basketball, Baseball
Just as sports are fun for both boys and girls, poetry can be fun also. Both boys and girls can enjoy the following sports poems that use alliteration. Each of the sports poems involve the readers bringing themÂ into the moment. The 3 sports poems each create an image in the mind’s eye.
The sports poems, Cheerleading by Barbara R Johnson, Foul Shot by Edwin A. Hoey, and The Base Stealer by Robert Francis, describe those who bring supporting spirit and two often exciting game moments in some of the most popular sports in the USA.
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Activity for Grandparents, Parents, and Teachers
Before reading the following sports poems, explainÂ the definition ofÂ alliteration (the repetition of usually initial consonant sounds in two or more neighboring words or syllables). After reading theÂ 3Â sports poems, ask your grandchild, child, or student to find the examples of alliteration and to explain how alliteration adds to the mood and visual impression created by each poem.
3 Alliterative Sports Poems
Cheerleading by Barbara R Johnson
Smile, stand straight
Foul Shot by Edwin A. Hoey
With two 60s stuck on the scoreboard
And two seconds hangin on the clock,
The solemn boy in the center of eyes,
Squeezed by silence,
Seeks out the line with his feet,
Soothes his hands along his uniform,
Gently drums the ball against the floor,
Then measures the waiting net,
Raises the ball on his right hand,
Balances it with his left,
Calms it with fingertips,
And then through a stretching of stillness,
Nudges it upward.
Slides up and out.
Plays it coy
Until every face begs with unsounding screams–
Right before ROAR-UP,
Dives down and through.
The Base Stealer by Robert Francis
Poised between going on and back, pulled
Both ways taut like a tightrope-walker,
Fingertips pointing the opposites,
Now bouncing tiptoe like a dropped ball
Or a kid skipping rope, come on, come on,
Running a scattering of steps sidewise,
How he teeters, skitters, tingles, teases,
Taunts them, hovers like an ecstatic bird,
Heâ€™s only flirting, crowd him, crowd him,
Delicate, delicate, delicate, delicate â€“ now!