Volley Ball Poems - Volleyball Poems

Volleyball
fun, active
enduring, never-ending, hitting
hard, work, sweat, fight
running, gasping, jumping
loveable, hardcore
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I hit the ball over the court
I bend my knees and wait for it
It comes to me
I spike it back
Its my sport
Its Volleyball

As that ball,
gets served over the net,
my heart pounds,
as I get ready to hit.
First, the passer,
then the setter goes,
then comes my turn,
to hit the ball.
A perfect pass,
an amazing set,
now it's up to me,
to get it over the net.
My hand touches the ball,
I bend my joint,
boom! Everyone cheers,
I scored a point.

Giba, Hugo Conte, Jimmy George, Josef Musil...
thrilling names in the mind,
smashing hit volleyball spikes, defense
enchanting moments keep ever in the heart,
days like waves take me in wings
petals of joy dancing around of me.

The definition of a team, as defined by Webster is a group of people working or playing together...But those who have ever been a part of one, a truly great one, know that there is a much deeper meaning to that one word. Working together is merely the surface of it. Being part of a team is hard work, sweat, tears, and giving 110% of yourself,100% of the time, to reach one common goal.
*A team cannot be found; a team can only be built.
What starts as strangers, neighbors, friends, or enemies must be built from the ground up and eventually shaped into a well-oiled machine. It is not an easy task, nor an easy journey, but it can be shared among all who eventually come together and grow together. It's the kind of team that will inevitably find success together.
*A team cannot be lead; it can only be guided.
A good coach knows that waiting for a leader to arrive is not effective. A good coach must build a leader. They must tear that player down to their undermost self and then build them back up as an athlete that is shaped out of discipline, instruction, and confidence. When those players are turned into leaders, and those leaders turn into competitors, a coach has accomplished all that they can. The rest will eventually fall into place.
*A team cannot be broken; it will always persevere.
What cannot be achieved by one must be taken on by many. Each athlete with their own roles; teams are composed of individuals, but their success is determined by their unity. A player competes and can be defeated; a team battles and can overcome.
*A team cannot reach perfection; it must always continue to grow.
Players reach their goals; teams meet their goals face to face and continue forward. A disaster can be constructed into a marvel, but what is admired can quickly fall to pieces. The road is never smooth and the path is never straight. A player can fall or lose the way;
a team carries on and never stops searching. For a team, there is no unreachable level, there is no end, there is no limit.
*A team cannot be duplicated; it is one of a kind.
Teamwork is a structure of strength that is reinforced by smaller connections among the individuals that make it up. It is friendship and trust. It is finding out just what it means to lay it all on the line, leave everything on the court, and to dig deep within to reach your goals as one. New members will join, and others will eventually leave, but the team will always remain. The bonds formed, the progress made, and the success that was achieved will live on long past the season's end.
*A team cannot be defined; it can only be experienced.
It is a season that you won't ever forget, a goal you never thought you could reach, and memories that will never be replaced. Success is demonstrating dedication, skill, strength, and heart; but teamwork is finding each of those qualities in each other. A team is built, guided, and one of a kind. A team will never stop growing, and it will never stop succeeding. A team is simply, irreplaceable.

Jump high, hit hard,
Don't let the ball hit the yard.
Spike it, spike it with all your might,
Make the opponent's defense out of sight.

Line up, toss the ball,
Take a deep breath, give it your all.
Serving is an art, a skill to behold,
Ace the serve, watch your story unfold.

Bump, set, spike, repeat,
But don't forget to dig deep.
Defend the ball with all your heart,
Keep it alive from the opponent's start.

It's the final point, the tension so high,
The ball flies up, reaches for the sky.
A final hit, a decisive swing,
The game is won, you hear the crowd sing.

Medium Poems

On the sand we stand, barefoot and free
With ball in hand, the net between thee and me
We serve and spike with all our might
Proudly displaying our teamwork and fight

The sun beats down, the waves crash near
But we focus on the game with clear
Heads and hearts, we work as one
Until the final point is won

With sandy high fives and broad smiles
We celebrate our victory, however small
For on this beach, with this volleyball
We unite and have a ball

The gym ceiling looms high overhead
As we step onto the polished court with dread
Our opponents stand tall and ready
But with grit and determination, we remain steady

The ball is tossed, we bump and set
Until finally, we spike with no regret
The crowd cheers, the floor shakes
As we defend and attack with all it takes

The volley goes on, the stakes increase
Until finally, that one grand release
The ball hits the ground, the game is done
We sprint and jump, a victory hard won

With sweaty high fives and broad smiles
We celebrate our win, however small
For on this court, with this volleyball
We unite and have a ball

In our minds, we see the court and net
The volleyball we dream of hasn't been met
But we practice hard, day in and out
For the chance to one day scream and shout

We train our bodies, we train our minds
We strive to leave our opponents behind
We visualize our perfect plays
And work hard every day

For it's the dream of all volleyball players
To feel the thrill of the crowd and spectators
To hear the cheers and see the flashes of light
As they take the court and show their might

So we keep dreaming and practicing hard
Until our chance to shine comes in our next card
For with passion and hard work we can achieve
Our volleyball dreams, we do believe.

Long Poems

The sun beats down on the sandy shore,
As players gather, eager for more.
They lace up their shoes and stretch their limbs,
Ready to dive and block and hit with vim.

The ball flies high, a blur of motion,
Players scramble with a fierce devotion.
They bump and set and spike with skill,
Determined to win, with no time to kill.

The crowd cheers on, a raucous sound,
As players leap to block and bound.
The ball changes hands with each new play,
As teams battle on, no one giving way.

The game of momentum shifts to and fro,
As players dig deep and never let go.
The score rises, with tension mounting,
Players focused, their eyes unblinking.

The final serve, the last chance to win,
Players tense, nerves wearing thin.
The serve is up, the ball in flight,
One last chance to set things right.

The crowd holds its breath, the players tense,
The ball arcs high, a powerful offense.
And with a mighty swing, the ball is sent,
Flying high, with a force unstoppable, meant.

The crowd erupts, players jump for joy,
As the final point is theirs, without a ploy.
The game of momentum, intense and fierce,
Is won by those who never let fear pierce.

For in volleyball, as in life, it's not just skill,
But the will to fight and never stand still.
And with that indomitable spirit, we can achieve,
Greatness and victory, and all that we believe.