Poems on the topic: basketball

Poems on the topic “basketball” on Poets.by.

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Balachandran V

The Basketball Players

Outside my window, below on the ground, the Basketball players. In the mornings I awake to the drumming of the ball on the concrete floor And to the yelps and shouts of children playing basketball. Lifting the curtain, through the haze of the mosquitoe net, I watch them, lithe, graceful Jumping and running like antelopes in the savannah. Dribbling the ball, they run to and fro Across the court, turning, twisting, ducking Swiftly passing the ball, faking a throw Blocking, trying to snatch, moving like cats On a hot tin roof and then leap and lift the ball to the basket Some bounce off the board, some slip neatly through the net Only to be grabbed and loped again and again.
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ContemplativeHans Ostrom

Mr. Brown

The truth is the basketball coach assigned to teach geometry disliked both sports and angles. Plays he drew on chalkboards looked like problems, problems like plays. He calculated the area of the rectangular court to be most pleasant when empty and only echoes cheered. He coached his classes best when a fire-drill called time-out and he might stand shyly in the courtyard next to her, the English teacher—close enough to look, for instance, at her ears, or smell her sweet breath, care for her tender shoulders. His job was an amorphous shape between

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