Poems for basketball players trying to make it to nba

 Started out young, ballin' in the park,  

A hoop dreamer, shootin' shots in the dark.  

The pavement was cracked, the rim bent low,  

But his eyes were on the future, and the game’s glow.  


Every dribble, every sprint, every fadeaway,  

He felt the fire burnin', like it could never decay.  

From the playgrounds to the courts of high school fame,  

He was just a kid with a bigger claim to the game.  


The crowd screamed loud, the lights shone bright,  

But behind those cheers, he was fightin' the fight.  

The grind was real—long hours, hard sweat,  

Every missed shot was a lesson, a debt.  


The road to the league? It ain't paved with gold,  

It’s bruises and cuts, it's the stories untold.  

He had the talent, the skills, the heart to break through,  

But the pressure’s a weight that no one knew.  


College came next, the bright lights, the stage,  

He balled with passion, he balled with rage.  

But the scouts were cold, the competition fierce,  

And every rejection, it hit like a spear.  


But he kept goin', didn’t stop, didn’t fold,  

Chasin' that dream, even when it got old.  

Tough days, lonely nights, doubt in his chest,  

Wondering if the grind would ever bring him the best.  


But that one call changed it all, like fate on cue,  

A draft pick, a chance, the NBA crew.  

The jersey was his, the dream in his hands,  

But the work was still real, the hustle still grand.  


Now he’s in the league, but the journey ain’t done,  

Every game’s a battle, every rival’s a gun.  

It’s highs and lows, it’s pain and glory,  

But he writes his legacy, he tells his story.  


From the streets to the spotlight, the hard knocks to the cheers,  

He never gave up, despite the fears.  

Every baller’s dream is to make that climb,  

To turn his grind into a moment sublime.  


It’s the love for the game, the heart in the play,  

The work that you put in, day by day.  

No matter the losses, no matter the fight,  

A baller’s dream is to shine in that NBA light.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Poem about Steph curry

 In the heart of the court, where the spotlight gleams,   Steph Curry shines, a man of endless dreams.   With a flick of his wrist, the ball takes flight,   A arc of pure magic, a true artist’s light.   Beyond the stats, beyond the game,   His passion and heart set him apart from the fame.   A master of the three, a genius of speed,   But it’s his love for the fans that truly leads.   Each dribble, each pass, a promise he keeps,   To inspire, to lift, to give fans what they seek.   From kids in the stands to those on their screens,   He’s more than a player—he’s the keeper of dreams.   Through highs and lows, he stands with grace,   A beacon of hope in a fast-paced race.   And off the court, his kindness is clear,   A champion who’s humble, always near. He lifts others up, he’s a friend to the soul,   With each smile and ges...
Read more

For single mothers on food stamps poem

 She wakes before the sun, heart heavy with the weight, Fingers numb from counting coins, chasing fate. The fridge is bare, the cupboard's a ghost, But she'll stretch what's left, make it last the most. Food stamps in her pocket, pride in her chest, Fighting every day just to give them her best. She ain't got much, but she ain't ever gonna quit, She'll stretch the beans, she'll stretch the grit. Every day’s a hustle, a battle fought alone, No knight in shining armor, just her and the unknown. She ain't looking for a handout or a pity-filled glance, Just a way to make it work, just a chance, just a chance. Rice and beans for dinner, pancakes for lunch, Two dollars in her wallet, just enough for a punch. Her babies don’t complain, though their bellies may ache, They know mama’s doing everything she can to make. They may not have the toys, the clothes, or the gold, But they got her love — fierce, untold. She’s a queen with no crown, a figh...
Read more

Poem about snoop dog

 Snoop Dogg, the legend, smooth as can be,   Rolling through life like a melody.   Chronic smoke swirls in the Cali breeze,   West Coast vibe with a swagger that frees.   Laced in his style, fresh and laid-back,   Riding the rhythm, no need to look back.   From the LBC to the world, he’s known,   A king in his throne, always in his zone.   From the beats to the bars, he’s set the tone,   Snoop’s got the crown, in a class of his own.   Laid-back flow with a glint in his eye,   One puff of the truth, and you’re soaring high.
Read more