A BASKETBALL POEM

 A BASKETBALL POEM

By: Juan Manuel Lozada Corinaldesi. 

 

The old hardwood creaks,
As the shoes squeak,
Players run back and forth,
Bouncing the basketball. 

The point guard looks awkward,
As he dribbles forward,
Eyes locked on the hoop—
A single goal for the attacking group. 

The pressure fills the air,
As the final seconds disappear.
A play runs into place,
They move at a furious pace. 

The forward breaks,
And pump-fakes,
He passes the ball,
As the center screams in brawl—
Just to grab that precious basketball. 

5…4…3 seconds left,
A decision must be made.
The center dishes to the shooting guard,
Who’s ready to prove himself tonight. 

He shoots—a perfect arc—
The crowd goes silent in the park.
The ball spins as the game freezes,
And then—swish!
It falls through the net like a wish. 

He hits the buzzer-beater.
He’s now the winner. 

The losing team mourns,
Feeling defeat like thorns,
But next time they’ll prepare,
To rise again, fair and square. 

What a beautiful game basketball is. 


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