basketball
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Whose basketball is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
Basketball
Playing basketball is fun . penatraiting the D to get to the basket,putting the ball in the basket .
Getting steals that turn into fast break dunks.
Basketball
Playing basketball is fun . penatraiting the D to get to the basket,putting the ball in the basket .
Getting steals that turn into fast break dunks.
One step at a time
Just to keep it moving
Look at me, calm down
Take a deep breath, they’re not worth it
Bounce the ball a few more times
We've Lost Another Giant ... !!!
We've Lost Another Giant ... !!!
The One And Only ...
... Kobe Bryant ... !!!!!!!
His Daughter Too ...
As Well As Seven More ... !!!
Through all the myths of the past
And on every last sheet
Not a single soul has scribed
That Zeus was an athlete
As powerful he was
Racing down the court, the score is 12 to 10.
I steal the ball from red, and pass to my teammate Ben.
“Shoot a three, and we’ll take home a win,” I shout.
Curly Locks was chillin' playing basketball.
Thinkin' 'bout how he could dunk if he were seven feet tall.
Strolled back down the street 'cause he was hungry now.
Could've eaten a chicken, turkey and a cow.
Practice 5 days per week 2 hours a day
Time for chores and homework wiped away
Practice is the time to get ready for the game
Losing the next day will be such a shame
Intensity, Focus is what I need to bring
The best player down
Expectations are a swarm
Am I strong enough?
In February
Basketball halts much too soon
and cuts off my stride
I play basketball.
I'm probably the worst overall.
I ride the bench,
because I stink... like a bad stench!
I can write a decent poem,
but the court isn't my home.
Sitting at home, stressed with everything in life
Don't know what to do anymore
Trying to stay happy with all my might
Finally a thought pops in my brain
I'll just play basketball
Basketball is life
The dribbling of the ball
The screaming of the players
The swishing of the hoop
The beating of the buzzer
The roaring of the crowd
The winning of the championship
Take me. Wake me. Up. Inside
hi, my name is Kobe. Bryant. Halfway, 5 seconds on the clock
i take a shot and yell Kobe.
rafael de la ghetto is my mum. Rick Harrison my dad RIP John Delousie Skate
Stranded on a deserted island
A mother would choose to keep her beloved child
A gambler his money, a drug addict his drugs
Couples in love would choose one another
But my drug is a little, orange ball
It sifts from my hands -
It rises from the court
It fills the air with rotation
In the direction of the rim -
It makes a game Face
Ball in the air at the tipoff
One team gets it and works up court
Shooting, screaming plays
Moving around the perimeter
Point guard begins, guards follow
Posts, be there for the pass.
I AM
I am a benchwarmer and a starter.
I wonder why I play this sport.
I hear coach yelling.
I see that I am back on the bench.
I want to start every game.
The devil sits inside the earth
Spreading
With Triple 6
Triple x
But if the devil loves triples then the Splash Brothers are demons
But they ain't demons there Warriors
I am sporty
Daughter of Shelia
Who loves basketball, running, and singing
I pretend I am aways in control
Who has a fuzzy personality
Bam went the light.
We will not leave without a Fight.
The coach yells,
and off go the bells.
The crowds roar,
and the light shone.
This was my zone.
I felt like a wild boar.
I'm your rebound.
But I'm yours.
You come and get me
Whenever you don't score.
I don't know what happens
In this game when you score
Cuz you never do.
Here I am worrying about you
Practice started yesterday…..
Yes you’re supposed to be out of shape
But me it’s too much
Not being able to do as much as I can
Basketball takes desire, dedication and heart.
Then you'll be at the top of the chart.
It takes a coach, captain and team endeavoring to do it's best.
When the game is over you can rest.
Coach is talking
the scoreboard buzzing
final three seconds left, down by only one
you feel like you weigh a ton
as the sweat is dripping
your palms plastered with blood
the ref blows his whistle
Oh, the intensity that I feelThe sweat dripping down my faceI concentrate on the stealNo, it does not include a base
What makes me tick?
It is but a simple trick
that allows me to flick
a ball into a goal
and have happiness fill my soul.
My head will spin
allowing me to win.
The team will beam
Once I step on that court,
My brain clears. I take a breath.
My heart beats with each bounce,
Keeping me alive.
If it stops,
There won’t be time for goodbyes.
That sound of squeaking shoes,
Thirty Thousand two hundred forty minutes,
The length of five hundred and four hours,
A total of twenty-one days,
Three weeks yet a lifetime.
The shiny hardwood floor smells of my biggest dreams.
Had a lot of disappointment in my life,
not graduating tops it,
I cry a million times,
but who hears me,
It does not matter how many times I clear my mind,
it always seems to come back,
I AM COMPETITIVE AND FOCUSED
I wonder what college athletics is like
I hear ankles crack becuase the dude got crossed
I see a "Gold" Ball
If I could,
Spit lyrical scipture in the form of a crossover
Break ankles and mend hearts
Travel the world
And write spirit inspired art
Oh the dream
Through God, that world change is a reality
I can’ t paint with a brush that well,
But I know how to paint with a pen and an ink well.
My words form pictures that pictures themselves couldn’t describe.
Your photograph may be worth 1000 words.
God work your magic through my hands;
I'll heal the souls of the dedicated.
When they break like rusted baskeball nets,
I remind them why they entered the game.
Remember when you dad got you your first ball?
What's UNDER the ARMOUR?
What's inside the shell?
What stirs up the STORM?
What causes the swell?
When times get tough,
Do I run and then hide?
Or do I stand up and fight,
Dribble, dribble, bounce.
To keep moving takes every ounce
The point margin isn't worth the count.
Dribble, pass, shot, rim.
Too little to too much
Be humble
Last minute of the game
Last minute of fame, of your senior season
Give it all you've got
You put up 20 points a game this season
Pass the ball in
Dribble coast to coast
The unforgettable night I had,
That made everyone except me mad,
I was playing in a basketball game,
To win it was my aim,
Splish splash the net goes,
The sound only ballers know,
One event in the whole year
The whole county looks forward to.
One basketball game
One game between two schools in the county.
Red and Black;
Royal and White.
Running down the court,
Fast and in a sport.
All of a sudden she stops,
With a jump shop.
The rush is so great
Better than any drug out there
Starting at a young age I became addicted quite easily
I didn't know how much it could tear you down
and also bring you back up
There once was a coach from Godby High
A short person and a very nice lady
Who loved to work out all day long
Learning, deep in her soul
We look away, so we won’t die from laughter
I can feel the emotions stirring, raising,
Embracing me in a feeling of heartache.
As the other soldiers join the battalion,
I am sent home only to to say, "Why did this happen to me?"
Time winds down. Tick. Tock.
Crunch time, ten seconds on the clock.
Pass the ball then take the shot.
Swish! Autographs in the parking lot.
Everyone sees all the smiles and cheers,
Playing Paul VI. Camden Catholic's biggest rival. Down 52-50 with 20 seconds remaining. Cole steps onto the court playing in his first playoff game. He rubs his hands along the back of his shoes to remove the dust and quickly squeaks his shoes.
Saturday? Really? Saturdays are for me to spend time with my family. Not at practice sweating my butt off. I need time to do what I want. I spend two or more hours after school Monday-Thursday plus the 45minutes of athletics.
The ball bounces against the crack of the drive
Two little girls laugh as they miss the backward shot.
Dusk disappears like their childhood
There is something about the sound of breath
Something about being so close to death
The sound of all those men panting
The sound of all those men chanting
We appreciate hard work
The feel of metal,
a basketball stuck in your hands,
you basically were born into it.
Your whole life you've dreamt about it.
Your whole life you've pushed for it,
basketball.
My team will always stay together through the good and the bad. We all stand together, not alone, on and off the basketball court. My team will always stay together.
Handles like AI
Jumper like MJ
Balling is a habit and it's a new season.
Cross like Crawford
Gas like, kiss the glass like, step back and cash like
pump like jump like
This could be the last time I hear the squeaky shoes,
the radiant reds and the beautiful blues.
The last time I hear the crowds yell when I score,
hearing them ask for more and more.
miss after miss those days you just can't hit
you're not good enough you might as well quit
lacking patience, losing all determination
trying to make it to college a first generation
Back and forth,
back and forth,
runnin down the court
Can't imagine anything.
Nothing stronger,
im the king of this court,
come at me brother.
Anxiety, Confidence, and Victorious
Anxiety is sitting on the bench waiting to get in the game.
Anxiety is the score being tied up with two minutes left.
Anxiety is watching the game winning shot float through the air.
1 second on the clock
You’re down 1
Difference between winning & losing is a shot
1 shot is all you got
Indecisive do you pass or shoot (But it’s no time)
Championship on the line & it’s winning time
Perhaps there was not enough effort
Perhaps there was not enough skill
Maybe there were too many mistakes
Maybe we ran the wrong drill
