"cricketer" poems - Hello Poetry

Even the longest journey Begins with a single step Tendulkar has waited patiently to be a part of winning the world cup The master has some incredible records to his credit No cricketer in the modern era can compare with him for merit Yesterday nearly 120o million Indian glued to the television sets Irrespective Of caste, colour, creed, religion or sects Dhoni and Co rewrote history after twenty eight years From the faces of Indian cricketers rolled joyous tears Cricket brought All the cricketing countries Unbelievably together The western Coach Gary Kirsten and Co were responsible For the Eastern thriller The great sport became the emotional healer and the gap filler And the greatest ever crowd puller Tendulkar has carried the Nation’s burden for nearly twenty four years So His team mates carried him on their broad shoulders Even Tendulkar could not help shedding his emotional tears It was really a great Moment for the entire nation to celebratewith cheers

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Apr 3, 2011

Apr 3, 2011 at 7:47 AM UTC

jvl-narasimha-rao

THE A WESTERN COACH AND THE EASTERN THRILLER

Even the longest journey Begins with a single step Tendulkar has waited patiently to be a part of winning the world cup The master has some incredible records to his credit No cricketer in the modern era can compare with him for merit Yesterday nearly 120o million Indian glued to the television sets Irrespective Of caste, colour, creed, religion or sects Dhoni and Co rewrote history after twenty eight years From the faces of Indian cricketers rolled joyous tears Cricket brought All the cricketing countries Unbelievably together The western Coach Gary Kirsten and Co were responsible For the Eastern thriller The great sport became the emotional healer and the gap filler And the greatest ever crowd puller Tendulkar has carried the Nation’s burden for nearly twenty four years So His team mates carried him on their broad shoulders Even Tendulkar could not help shedding his emotional tears It was really a great Moment for the entire nation to celebratewith cheers

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I am Shashank Dwivedi I am always ready My work is to study I love my mom and daddy Saurav Ganguly is my favourite cricketer I like Sehwag's high crackers I like making friends Because friendship is a relation that never ends Writing poems is my hobby I enjoy sitting alone in my lobby I promote Hindu-Muslim unity Wars for religion is very pitty I have interest in History I like reading moral Stories I also have interest in General knowledge I want to learn Life at every edge

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May 9, 2012

May 9, 2012 at 6:20 PM UTC

shashank-dwivedi

Myself

I am Shashank Dwivedi I am always ready My work is to study I love my mom and daddy Saurav Ganguly is my favourite cricketer I like Sehwag's high crackers I like making friends Because friendship is a relation that never ends Writing poems is my hobby I enjoy sitting alone in my lobby I promote Hindu-Muslim unity Wars for religion is very pitty I have interest in History I like reading moral Stories I also have interest in General knowledge I want to learn Life at every edge

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A face that envisages the intensity within The purity of his soul is visible in those eyes. His words are a reflection of his honest heart And his silence says everything he wants to hide. When he wields the willow, he becomes a warrior Desperate to give his last ounce for his nation. He resists all temptation with ****** mindedness And fights the enemy hard, to protect his team’s bastion. His passion never lets satisfaction reach his soul. He’s as harsh on himself as he’s on the opposition Nothing annoys him more than his own failure The past struggles have only elevated his ambition. He’s an epitome of innocence and simplicity But don’t get fooled by his diminutive looks. For there’s a reservoir of fire inside his head Which explodes when he’s provoked by crooks. He bats for India wearing his tri-coloured gloves Like his 1 billion compatriots are holding his hands. Their love strengthens his grip, empowers his bat And runs flow in abundance as like a rock he stands! He’s a special cricketer, selfless, gritty and gifted. But what he is on the field is not really his best part. The person within is more precious, like a rare gem. Beneath that stern and strong face, there’s a lovely heart.

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Sep 19, 2010

Sep 19, 2010 at 11:32 PM UTC

shirin-sadikot

A deadly little cherub!

A face that envisages the intensity within The purity of his soul is visible in those eyes. His words are a reflection of his honest heart And his silence says everything he wants to hide. When he wields the willow, he becomes a warrior Desperate to give his last ounce for his nation. He resists all temptation with ****** mindedness And fights the enemy hard, to protect his team’s bastion. His passion never lets satisfaction reach his soul. He’s as harsh on himself as he’s on the opposition Nothing annoys him more than his own failure The past struggles have only elevated his ambition. He’s an epitome of innocence and simplicity But don’t get fooled by his diminutive looks. For there’s a reservoir of fire inside his head Which explodes when he’s provoked by crooks. He bats for India wearing his tri-coloured gloves Like his 1 billion compatriots are holding his hands. Their love strengthens his grip, empowers his bat And runs flow in abundance as like a rock he stands! He’s a special cricketer, selfless, gritty and gifted. But what he is on the field is not really his best part. The person within is more precious, like a rare gem. Beneath that stern and strong face, there’s a lovely heart.

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Anthony and Mark reading a poem on Saturn You see fellas we are both out of the problem planet earth And I can tell you, that I am glad and so is my mate Mark As soon as Mark died he went straight to Saturn And said hi Anthony, how's it going I said the medications got you to Well, mate now you are safe away from people who can harm you They will never get you again I will make sure your safe, and you will feel safe If not now, but in the future, I love you Mark And I watched those people on earth Refusing to Cuddle you, with the problems you had Anyway, I live in this place in Saturn And my neighbour is great cricketer Don Bradman Every night, I sing to him Our Don Bradman, we're just like you,,safe away from pressures that Earth has Our Don Bradman, as an earthiling you were very good But Don Bradman, you can succeed more because you are so great You can average 100 here, and no one will stop you if your any good Then I told Mark, I know you like cricket, and you love music And I have the great Micheal Hutchence play for me once a week Yes, Mark, you don't want to come back to earth You can stay with me, up here on Saturn Where we can have a great time, enjoying every day life And Mark I also have a St kilda player giving me Aussie rules pointers And I can tell you, that Trevor Barker opened my eyes I can play Aussie rules, so Mark , I will sing to you Our Trev Barksr, you showed how to play Aussie rules Our Trev Barker, as a footy star, you know how the match is played Our Trev Barker, yes, we'll win it so ****** easily Mark went up to Trev Barker saying Marks my name And me and Mark are travelling all over the solar system Having a lot of fun, cause really the only way you can get here Is if you really study the bible back to front So let's have fun, Mark, and really show Saturn how to party Mark said, yes, the voices have stopped, I am saved And so is Anthony, both are happy Sent from my iPhone

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Jul 29, 2015

Jul 29, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC

johnny-georgy-brown

READING POEMS ON SATURN

Anthony and Mark reading a poem on Saturn You see fellas we are both out of the problem planet earth And I can tell you, that I am glad and so is my mate Mark As soon as Mark died he went straight to Saturn And said hi Anthony, how's it going I said the medications got you to Well, mate now you are safe away from people who can harm you They will never get you again I will make sure your safe, and you will feel safe If not now, but in the future, I love you Mark And I watched those people on earth Refusing to Cuddle you, with the problems you had Anyway, I live in this place in Saturn And my neighbour is great cricketer Don Bradman Every night, I sing to him Our Don Bradman, we're just like you,,safe away from pressures that Earth has Our Don Bradman, as an earthiling you were very good But Don Bradman, you can succeed more because you are so great You can average 100 here, and no one will stop you if your any good Then I told Mark, I know you like cricket, and you love music And I have the great Micheal Hutchence play for me once a week Yes, Mark, you don't want to come back to earth You can stay with me, up here on Saturn Where we can have a great time, enjoying every day life And Mark I also have a St kilda player giving me Aussie rules pointers And I can tell you, that Trevor Barker opened my eyes I can play Aussie rules, so Mark , I will sing to you Our Trev Barksr, you showed how to play Aussie rules Our Trev Barker, as a footy star, you know how the match is played Our Trev Barker, yes, we'll win it so ****** easily Mark went up to Trev Barker saying Marks my name And me and Mark are travelling all over the solar system Having a lot of fun, cause really the only way you can get here Is if you really study the bible back to front So let's have fun, Mark, and really show Saturn how to party Mark said, yes, the voices have stopped, I am saved And so is Anthony, both are happy Sent from my iPhone

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Grass hoppers Yummy pepper Great rocker Good cricketer Perfect marker Cool fisher This is what I do !

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Aug 25, 2014

Aug 25, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC

vianga-dias

This is what I do !

Grass hoppers Yummy pepper Great rocker Good cricketer Perfect marker Cool fisher This is what I do !

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oh give it any name, a martyr, king, clown, fighter, warrior, film star, singer, cricketer... but tell me that the road will last this monsoon, that it will not soon resemble the great craters of the moon, that you will not dig up here, suddenly remembering about some buried gold... tell me, will I ever say- *"let us walk down our good old road again"*

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Oct 26, 2016

Oct 26, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC

snehith-kumbla

Road Naming Ceremony

oh give it any name, a martyr, king, clown, fighter, warrior, film star, singer, cricketer... but tell me that the road will last this monsoon, that it will not soon resemble the great craters of the moon, that you will not dig up here, suddenly remembering about some buried gold... tell me, will I ever say- *"let us walk down our good old road again"*

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You are used to being overloaded with work That's what happens when you work in a startup Especially a startup dealing in Recruitment That too, not run-of-the-mill Recruitment You specialise in niche roles Thus, you need to invest a lot of time and effort In order to pull off closures Yes, a recruiter's life is never going to be easy But Recruitment pales in comparison to Research When you are working on a major research project You are essentially taking part in an almost never-ending race Against that elusive devil, Time A race you can ill afford to lose And the race track is far from straight In fact, it is full of twists and turns Some of them are even more dangerous Than those hairpin bends you often encounter While driving up the mountains There are also numerous obstacles along the way And to cap it all There are no prizes for winning the race On the other hand, if you lose There will be a stiff penalty In the form of losing the client, for ever And what's worse Is the fact that your credibility will take a massive beating From which it will be quite difficult to recover Life will never be the same again So, you have to win, no matter what Of course, you are used to working hard Whether it be Recruitment or Research So, you put your best foot forward And work out of your skins Putting off sleep as much as possible Even when your body is protesting vociferously Against this blatant abuse To add insult to the injury Your laptop shows you the middle finger And your phone literally dies Sending you into a brainfade That would have put even Australian cricketer Steve Smith to shame Luckily, your father's presence of mind saves the day But your troubles are not over yet The harder you work The more confusing the project gets It's like being trapped in a maze Except that it's a thousand times worse Because the maze is controlled from outside As if it were a puppet With your boss pulling the strings Thus, the harder you try to find a way out The more you get trapped inside With every passing hour Hope slowly drains out of you Until you are forced to admit That all you can do, is pray And keep praying for all eternity Hoping against hope That Harry Potter and his friends will save the day

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Feb 24, 2023

Feb 24, 2023 at 12:46 PM UTC

Ashwinkumar1989

Trapped In The Maze Of Research

You are used to being overloaded with work That's what happens when you work in a startup Especially a startup dealing in Recruitment That too, not run-of-the-mill Recruitment You specialise in niche roles Thus, you need to invest a lot of time and effort In order to pull off closures Yes, a recruiter's life is never going to be easy But Recruitment pales in comparison to Research When you are working on a major research project You are essentially taking part in an almost never-ending race Against that elusive devil, Time A race you can ill afford to lose And the race track is far from straight In fact, it is full of twists and turns Some of them are even more dangerous Than those hairpin bends you often encounter While driving up the mountains There are also numerous obstacles along the way And to cap it all There are no prizes for winning the race On the other hand, if you lose There will be a stiff penalty In the form of losing the client, for ever And what's worse Is the fact that your credibility will take a massive beating From which it will be quite difficult to recover Life will never be the same again So, you have to win, no matter what Of course, you are used to working hard Whether it be Recruitment or Research So, you put your best foot forward And work out of your skins Putting off sleep as much as possible Even when your body is protesting vociferously Against this blatant abuse To add insult to the injury Your laptop shows you the middle finger And your phone literally dies Sending you into a brainfade That would have put even Australian cricketer Steve Smith to shame Luckily, your father's presence of mind saves the day But your troubles are not over yet The harder you work The more confusing the project gets It's like being trapped in a maze Except that it's a thousand times worse Because the maze is controlled from outside As if it were a puppet With your boss pulling the strings Thus, the harder you try to find a way out The more you get trapped inside With every passing hour Hope slowly drains out of you Until you are forced to admit That all you can do, is pray And keep praying for all eternity Hoping against hope That Harry Potter and his friends will save the day

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Now It’s CLEAR That I Am ... " GIFTED " ... When It Comes To Writing Lyrics ... !!! Articulated Scriptures ... That Paint Descriptive Pictures ... of How It Is We’re Living ... Ism After ... ISM ... Corruption and Division ... That’s Bred By Politicians ... EVEN ON A Day Like THIS ... December ... 25th ... I’m STILL Presenting Gifts ... Through Written Scripts Like THIS ... !!! That QUICKLY FLIP ... DIFFERENT Subjects ... !!! From Politics To Those Whose Gifts ... Gave Out Some ... SERIOUS LIKS’ ... !!!!!! Just Like The GREAT ... “ King Viv “ ... !!! A Cricketer ... SO GIFTED ... !!! When It Came To Playing Cricket ... And PROTECTING ... His Wicket ... That Bowlers RARELY Hit It ... !!!!!!!! While Others Like ... USAIN ... Had Gifts That Made Them Train ... In Ways That Gained ... " Olympic Fame " ... !!! TOO Many IN FACT ... For This Poem To Name ... !!! So Let’s Move On ... To Gifts That Belong ... In ... OTHER Realms ... Like ****** Gifts ... YES ... BIG OL’ Well ... You Know What It Is ... Or ... Do You ... ?!? Do You Know What It Is To Be The One Who GIVES ... MULTIPLE ... ******** Rides ... !!!?!!! Well I’m ... One of THOSE GUYS ... !!!!! My Ex and I ... ENJOYED Those Nights .... Where She Would Be Riding Just Like ... Those Guys With Gifts To Ride Motorbikes ... In Ways That THRILLED When She Got FILLED ... With MUCH MORE Than The ... AVERAGE Man ... And YES That’s FACT So ... DON’T Doubt That ... !!!!!!! Such Gifts Are COOL But Now I’m Fuelled ... To Use My Gifts To ... EXPLAIN Things ... As I Said At The Start I Now Use My ARM ... To ARTICULATE Visions of How We’re Now Living ... So Gifts of THIS TYPE ... Tend To CHALLENGE The Minds ... of Those Who Are ...................................................... “ Sly “ ... Because of The Gift That ... REALITY Brings ... !!! A Bite That DEFIES The Spreading of LIES ... !!! But One That Bears Witness ... To TRUTH And LESS Sinning ... !!! So ... As I Now End ... I’m Back To The Beginning ... !!! I Articulate Scriptures ... That Paint Descriptive Pictures ... of How It Is ... " We’re Living " ... Because It’s ... CLEAR ... When It Comes To Writing Lyrics ... That I Am One ... Who’s ... .......... “ GIFTED “ ..........

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Dec 25, 2019

Dec 25, 2019 at 7:32 PM UTC

big-virge

"Gifted" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 25/12/2018

Now It’s CLEAR That I Am ... " GIFTED " ... When It Comes To Writing Lyrics ... !!! Articulated Scriptures ... That Paint Descriptive Pictures ... of How It Is We’re Living ... Ism After ... ISM ... Corruption and Division ... That’s Bred By Politicians ... EVEN ON A Day Like THIS ... December ... 25th ... I’m STILL Presenting Gifts ... Through Written Scripts Like THIS ... !!! That QUICKLY FLIP ... DIFFERENT Subjects ... !!! From Politics To Those Whose Gifts ... Gave Out Some ... SERIOUS LIKS’ ... !!!!!! Just Like The GREAT ... “ King Viv “ ... !!! A Cricketer ... SO GIFTED ... !!! When It Came To Playing Cricket ... And PROTECTING ... His Wicket ... That Bowlers RARELY Hit It ... !!!!!!!! While Others Like ... USAIN ... Had Gifts That Made Them Train ... In Ways That Gained ... " Olympic Fame " ... !!! TOO Many IN FACT ... For This Poem To Name ... !!! So Let’s Move On ... To Gifts That Belong ... In ... OTHER Realms ... Like ****** Gifts ... YES ... BIG OL’ Well ... You Know What It Is ... Or ... Do You ... ?!? Do You Know What It Is To Be The One Who GIVES ... MULTIPLE ... ******** Rides ... !!!?!!! Well I’m ... One of THOSE GUYS ... !!!!! My Ex and I ... ENJOYED Those Nights .... Where She Would Be Riding Just Like ... Those Guys With Gifts To Ride Motorbikes ... In Ways That THRILLED When She Got FILLED ... With MUCH MORE Than The ... AVERAGE Man ... And YES That’s FACT So ... DON’T Doubt That ... !!!!!!! Such Gifts Are COOL But Now I’m Fuelled ... To Use My Gifts To ... EXPLAIN Things ... As I Said At The Start I Now Use My ARM ... To ARTICULATE Visions of How We’re Now Living ... So Gifts of THIS TYPE ... Tend To CHALLENGE The Minds ... of Those Who Are ...................................................... “ Sly “ ... Because of The Gift That ... REALITY Brings ... !!! A Bite That DEFIES The Spreading of LIES ... !!! But One That Bears Witness ... To TRUTH And LESS Sinning ... !!! So ... As I Now End ... I’m Back To The Beginning ... !!! I Articulate Scriptures ... That Paint Descriptive Pictures ... of How It Is ... " We’re Living " ... Because It’s ... CLEAR ... When It Comes To Writing Lyrics ... That I Am One ... Who’s ... .......... “ GIFTED “ ..........

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We trusted him, that voice on the wireless, cricketer by conviction after all. There were no other views that could compete, but now we've grown more critical or so we claim. And yet we still have affectations, our urban myths, two-faced politics. There's strong pressure to conform with the latest craze wherever born We share the Ooh's and Aah's across the world and must hooray the loudest common cause.

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Aug 1, 2017

Aug 1, 2017 at 1:55 PM UTC

tony-luxton

The Voice of Allistair Cooke

We trusted him, that voice on the wireless, cricketer by conviction after all. There were no other views that could compete, but now we've grown more critical or so we claim. And yet we still have affectations, our urban myths, two-faced politics. There's strong pressure to conform with the latest craze wherever born We share the Ooh's and Aah's across the world and must hooray the loudest common cause.

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