"halftime" poems
1. You could not wait til halftime to check your poem or add one.
2. You wrote a sonnet about pretty horses. (Broncos)
3.You wrote a poem about kittens.(Panthers)
4. As the ball soars through the air, you are reminded of a bird in flight.
5. A Superbowl commercial inspired a new poem.
6. You paused the game with your DVR to write a piece.
7. You think the referees look like majestic Zebra on the African plains.
8. You ponder the coin toss and wonder of chance and philosophical questions as to whether life is like a paradox, then write yourself a poem about it.
9. When a tackle is made, you think upon the animalistic nature of humanity and write a haiku about it.
10. There is a notebook and pen right next to your remote and munchies.
11. You have a neck ache due to looking at your hellopoetry site and then back up at the t.v.
12. You write Peyton Manning farewell poem.
13. The commentator of the game makes a poetical statement and you use it in your latest poem.
14. The crowd boos a player and you feel compelled to write the pain of number 94 in a poem.
15. Last but not least, you might be a poet if you are reading this and the game is on.
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC
Soccer is the sport
Which my heart belongs to
Kicking a ball into a goal
Under a sky so blue
Yesterday a game
Was played quite nicely
Until the end
When we became less feisty
A kickoff to start
The beginning of the game
Not many spectators
As it's not of fame
Trying to get the ball
Like a good player should
I get backhanded in the face
Hard
Knocked to the ground as I should
The refs call no fouls
As they favor the other team
It made me so mad
Since my lip had begun to bleed
Further into the game
The ball comes towards me
Nails me in the stomach
Making me want to scream
The halftime whistle blows
We get off the field
To go over the game plan
And take a time to chill
Getting back on the field
Determined to tie the game
We get the kickoff
The ball our claim
So ways into the game
Another player crashes into me
I fall to the ground in pain
Because I twisted my knee
I'm taken off the field
Another player goes in my place
But it didn't really matter
The game was over with grace
It wasn't our best game
But we've certainly had worse
Next time we'll score
And hopefully, no one will get hurt
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
she gave me white light
it looks like a light sword
making numerous echo in space
I did not ask for what ...I know
no ornamental word would do
futile definitions
flashy ads
waste of breath
15 minutes of clutter
15 minutes of fame
15 minutes of a life
yep Warhol was right
empty containers
to be filled up
to create -fillers
a byproduct of ego
of a selfless time
oh what an an illusion
I live in sometime
not knowing media as the bird's call
true technology is my received gift
with me inside or you
is there a difference?
we are all embodiment
carrier of the code
essence of eternal
not to hurry though
not to resist
resist resists the self just
I cannot trespass the chanting
I shall not think to try
thinking is my only sin
why do we fight?
mo and mu were the same guy
two incarnations in one or three
born at different times
their writers failed just
the difference definer
yes definer and not the creator
'create' remains holy
with a spirit – like words with
spirit-
running memory
activated by sound maybe
the difference definer sets bricks
of flamboyance
en route escape to escape lifetimes
invites the endless cycle of fight
could fray be for peace
and not by cowardice?
fear is my only sin
born from ignorance
of self
as in my- as in your-
not a portmanteau but
an affix by nature
so there is no difference
let fray be for peace
then A joker's viola
let it be a joke for
a joyous while
for a joyous halftime
you don't need do much really
if you can whistle once
under the golden sun
through your belly
somewhere in a cool place
selfless illusion fades
there is nothing else
no book could describe
as such
I have crossed libraries
with my starship
but the source light
not bound to time so yes
for whatever it was
I closed my eyes
slowly learning to dance now
along its wings
it has more to tell then its aesthetics
we cross dimensions while
we perpetually make some
the reflection the waveform
in a little note we harmonize
my fingertips- carrier of a glow
I - the particle of light
we pass
and yes after each turn
there is a you to learn from
or I to be.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
Close your eyes
Think of something nice and serene
Just like the grandest dream
As sweet as peaches and cream
You're the beam
I keep seeing in the night sky
And i don't know why
The others didn't put you first
You will always go first
I'm right behind you
Through thick and thin
Don't throw that in the trash bin
Win from within
Not outside
Despite the contrary
The heart speaks louder than the cosmetic looks ever will
I'm overly committed
So you won't have to worry
The rest used you before
But i'm about to show them up
I'll be your best
After the tests
For the rest
Of this earthly time
How much do you love when i rhyme?
For you, i'll do it all the time
These literary critics are wise experts, but what do you think, baby?
I don't write poems to implement any advances
I write from the heart
It keeps me from falling apart
At the halftime
One more half to go
Before i shatter
As long as you're okay, nothing else here matters
I could make every day your birthday
With a new gift everyday
By making you pant in rhythm
I'll study your patterns and algorithms
And explore the senses diligently
I want to be so strong you can only ask for more
The rest of them left you by the shore
I won't hesitate
To give you what you crave
Your heart is what i'll save
And never let it go
I will cherish it
Forever
Stare into my eyes while we're inside the tunnels
That bond us together
Your iris keeps moving in a sparkly manner
And i lose my self-control some more
And rock you gently like a cradle
Singing lullabies while your breaths increase in pace
Begging for more
I gladly give in
It should be an honor to take you
And give you what you always wanted
In every single way
I like to learn everyday
So you can be the master and i can be the apprentice
Show me your ways
And i'll follow the order
This is a two way street, you have just as much authority
Just say it and i will do
In the speed of light
Deep inside
I know it's right
You always will come first
These are Badlands but you're so worth it if you're only bad for me
And i have immense gratitude for that.
I do not own you
You can walk away any time this doesn't feel like it's the right path
But i feel thankful to get the opportunity
I want to be the best i can be
I want to serve you the best way i can
I'm glad i can step onto your Badlands.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 4:47 AM UTC
They came without vision
None questioned their skills
They took a big lead
Then promply got killed
New England was battered
New England was bruised
Atlanta was lunching
And quickly got schooled
The halftime explicits
They blistered the walls
The bigger the lead
The harder they fall
Tom Brady's the gravy
In Belichick's cup
Coach built a big fire
And heated him up
There were some deep passes
Some ***** and some dunks
The hell of it is
It was done without Gronk
That tightend of legend
Who sat in the wings
While wiley Tom Brady
Conducted the thing
It's all big in Texas
Including that game
The hype, the excitement
For Atlanta, the shame
We heard them complaining
We saw them give in
With Julio to lead them
They still couldn't win
But, there is good news
If it wasn't from chocking
They stumble this fall
Then it must be bad coaching
In twenty-eighteen, we'll fire the staff
And bring in some retread
For minimum cash
He'll get the ball rolling
We'll win it, for sure
Or, ole Mr Ryan
We're showing the door
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
i'm a viciously ****** vulture who's values vacate in the valley of the violent village.
I have various versions of this victory vessel viewing the victims of violence veterans.
It seems to be a habit in my habitat to hang yourself with the hammer of honor at the heels of a judge.
They harvest the handsome an halftime hustlers hailing the harsh hardship of hypocritical harassment.
As each ear earns an eternity of eager extremes, elegance eliminates the egghead's existence.
i'm not exempt from the excrement of the so called excellent. i emit my empathy to every effort of relevance either ejected by the masses or elected by giving expiring efforts of elastic effects and all i can say is....
One Love
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC
Is this more than you bargained for?
you dont have enough tissues to soak up the blood and you wanted this didnt you?
I wrote the gospel on giving up
you read my text and took every letter to heart imagining the power behind my apathy
Dance, dance, we're falling apart to halftime
just keep jumping and moving and keep yourself sunk in the crowd of poisoned children
*And you can **** me, **** me*
It doesnt matter how many times I say it, just shoot me, oh ******* hell **** me now, you think it's just words out of mouths but ***** lips are not making a joke.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC
A rotten
bulldog desire
where slips
invite leisure
and surmount
halftime's wage
as victory
while this
lodge initiate
this lingerie
but furthermore
she will
dine in
ether starlight
how lustfully
that ski
course hitherto.
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
Its a hard life
Living on the outside
Giving to the inside
Looking for some kind of relief
Standing on the corner
With the ragtime mourner
Playing taps on the grave of a thief
The usher says to hush
Or I'll ask you to leave
Ragtime man says
That's hard to believe
I've come to play my music
And that's what I'll do
We all got our own way to grieve
Its the right time
To open up the doors
And even up old scores
And make sure you leave it all straight
Standing at the river
With the halftime giver
Wondering if I waited too late
The oarman says the poor man
Gets to take the first ride
Halftime man gets right on inside
I came here with nothing
And that's what I've got
I AINT GOT NOTHIN TO HIDE
Its a long wait
Waitin on the beach
Somethin just out of reach
Somethin that I've had on my mind
Riding on over
With the same oar rower
Wondering what it is that I'll find
Rower says to show him
Where he should go
You're my guide
Because only you know
What it is that's made ...
Made just for you
JUST FOR YOU !
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
How could I ever forget?
I would never forget.
time is illmatic.
Thank you Nas for this classic.
Changed my life.
I remember when I was 6, I started to write.
Age 10 was like the halftime,
Took a break I had severe writers block, I couldn't focus to save my life.
Then I heard "NY state of mind", it changed my life.
Changed my life, And the way I write.
This album's the goat everyday for life. Taught me lessons momma couldn't teach me, bout being a man,
Cause my father wasn't round; though she did the best that she can so I ain't hating,
Never!
But your words were clever.
Ever so.
One love took me down memory lane;
When I was sitting in the park with this chick
I was insane fo'.
This album represented everything I ever went through in life.
It ain't hard to tell I wrote this one time 4 your mind.
And life's a lady dog but you told me that the world is mine;
This is the Genesis, what I wrote,
I live my life in these lines.
Thank you.
-Lij.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
another diurnal marker attained,
but no one will be issued a
Boy or Girl Scout badge,
an unverified few will remark,
"this is a day that counts
my halftime voyage
circulating the sun,"
but detect no
other difference tween
day prior, day after,
and will let the passing thought, pass into the fibers of their
existence, aling with the millions of others that humans create,
then let lay,
absorbed into their uncountable,
uncollected collective
but it is the divisor!
the median mark
of a year,
and the world Earth
will be however old it be,
plus a half, like some of its
inhabitants
to be X plus a half,
is not an indifference,
a halved year is
better than no more years,
a solitary tear
still marks the moment
of a moment,
a refraction pointillism,
to reflect a passage
so treat it
not!
with
cavalier,
but go off and pause,
in a quieting places within,
and think,
I am more,
greater than before,
and with grace elevated
will complete my space
occupied on this rotund,
robust earth,
and
be thankful for the embers of
oxygen in and ex
ha(i)led,
greeted,
stating
this breath next
is an opportunity,
and will spent it
usefully
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 8:48 AM UTC
To the horned one and the winged one,
the mystic and the oracle,
the stars and the sun,
and the energy around of a miracle.
Gather your atoms and send them this way,
the troubled one needs some today,
either to exterminate those he despise,
or to be proven otherwise,
to eliminate the troubles that pour on him,
and the personal issues that devour him.
To gather enough wisdom in due time,
so that the facts can be weeded out from the fiction,
that for now seem hidden at halftime,
for he wishes to move on and seek new action
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
All that you’ve been through what am I suppose to do ?
Now you’re living your halftime
Seeing all these other guys trying to win the prize.
Shooting their shot.
What about mines ?
Do it **** being so fine?
I’m stuck between being abrupt and sublime.
I know you just want a ***** to listen to you sometimes.
Hopefully I can show you something different.
But in reality I’m just like every ***** in the lunch line.
Hands out, pants down!
And hate being asked after we **** about where do we stand now.
I aim to never bring you pain
My finger on the trigger but ima stand down.
Bump into you months later
I see you still ****** wit a skater.
It appears to the world that I’ve found my savior.
You tell me “oh you playing now”!
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 3:58 AM UTC
Money I gets hand over fist
So don't be suspicious
Or my glocks will make ya death dishes
Blowing wishes but no cakes I hate fakes
Still got loot to rakes like leaves
Can you comprhend these
Aesthetic melodies
I got more wisdom than Socrates
I'll sock ya and make ya fall to ya knees
Begin in pleas but won't get no mercy outta me
See I be deadly shooter trigger aim
Ready
Set to the go blow you into another form
Reincarnation only to be incarcerated from.the bars I created
Most try to debate and hate it
But it's been acclimated
As I shine braille full thoughts
Put em in halftimeeeee
Slammin' clips to ya melon
Harder than Oneal
So embrace my rhymes so ya feel
Deep into ya intellect until it starts to sweat
No such thing as poetic justice
Its just us brother serving poems
Like my brothers sitting in the jail cells pain sowed in times pouring
Out their sentence even though they was in innocence
**** the system they can't duck us forever
See the changing weathers
Just means I'm getting clever formin' alliance
Once we strapped together
the world will crumble at our
sight fear of our might
We ain't takin' **** no more
Scared of a war outcries of gore
Feel my pain you punk *******
Hanging in the high hills with riches
Seems like they dont know they story
Of Gog and Magog
Don't know they gone get gassed in fogged like Gulag
My brother and I like ****** and Stalin
They say he was a bad man but just mad cuz he was wildin'
Out with they own money flip their wickedness
Germans showed United States the business
Now the history books is full of lies
But now the **** been revealed no longer disguised open up my eyes
From the shade that blocked me
Try to deaden me.but see
The Lord works myteriously
Masterplan laid perfectly
So it crushed all of my enemies
Once I cast thee
Projection of my mind hit em like nine
The world is mine after nickels and dimes
Sound the flat line........cuz yoo
....It's halftime
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
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<< //// • || >>
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/ ( • ) ( • ) \
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They hung the boy
Everyone is safe now
( except -- of course -- the other boys )
•
•
•
3 dots on the page
Drops of blood dripping down
••
Police sirens in the night
Someone dead
Someone dyin
Nobody gives a ****
••
Humanity
I remember
Somethin like that
•
The hung the boy
I heard it halftime at the football game
-••
I got so excited
I went and ****** my wife up the ***
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
Interval
A release of conversation
Above me
Vivaldi lingers in the blue mushrooms
~
Theatre smell
Music dust in crushed burgundy
Climbing the stairways
To the halftime bars
~
I sip overpriced whiskey
Amid a peck of cheek kisses
Murmur of nothing talk
and the fog of stale Chanel
~
She stands by the window drapes
Isolated by timidity
I engage her
With the price of a smile
~
Elgar easy on the lifting strings
As the ****** casts it spell
Oblivious
To two empty seats.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
Every day we try to stay
Not to stray from this path we follow
But someone dear died today
And someone else would die tomorrow
That someone; might be me
That someone could be you
It might be the person reading this
Or that buddy standing next to you
It might be someone in my fam
Or someone in yours
You might; on your way to the farm
Or maybe on your way to the mosque
You might; while driving in your car
Or pro’ly while drinking in the bar
Infact! Keep calm, stay gently on your bed
Death will still find you there
Your soul to another atmosphere
Where you will forever dine
Waiting for that day to come
The day we’ll all be judged
For what we did and what we see
For what we hear and what we think
Do something with your life
Or the devil will do something to you
You know Allah; but you don’t obey him
You know paradise; but you don’t seek it
You heard his words; but you don’t heed it
You know there’s hell; yet you don’t think real
You see a tunnel of fire opened by the devil; yet you don’t quench it
You know that there’s death and you don’t prepare for it
You buried the dead and you don’t learn from it
You’re busy talking about other people’s fault
Yet you ignore yours
In hard times; you scream ‘Ya’Allah’
When you’re relieved; you forgot your Lord
Do something now; man; before you fade
Remember, you can’t rewind once you are in grave
You are to live for your Lord
Not this world
Do something now; there’s no halftime
Be reminded; there’s hereafter
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 6:00 PM UTC