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On this page I have gathered a collection of gymnastics poems. I did not write any of these so copyrights go to the owners :) If you have any poems of your own you can leave them on the comment board or email me at cha_cha_kid@hotmail.com
Team USA
Grace, and beauty we do behold
As her routine begins to unfold
We watch, as the magic stirs
The crowd can see the gold is hers.
Her team mates surround her now
She knows they deserve to take a bow
Each one has done their very best
And all of them have passed the test.
She hugs them with a grateful smile
The team lines up in single file
And so triumphantly they're walking tall
Team U.S.A., all for one and one for all.
When you're feeling down because your body hurts
When your hands are torn and your muscles ache
When the beam's so high and you feel you'll fall
When you feel you can't and want to stop it all
When the spring floor feels like concrete
When you feel you're spent and can't compete
And the bars, they seem so wide apart
And vaulting now is not in your heart
When all of this makes you feel like the pits
It's time to relax and think a bit
Of the hours and hours of hard work put in
It's time to collect the dividend
You know why you're here, what it's all about
You know there's no time at all for self-doubt
So get up, with both your body and your mind
And keep it going because you're going to find...
YOU CAN...you can do it with a little more grit
Get up, breathe deep - and GO FOR IT!!
THE BEAST
Homework is done, time to get in the car
Back out of the driveway, the gym’s not that far
Heading down the road, my stomach’s in a knot
What group will I have, do they know I need a spot?
Slouching in the back seat, staring out into space
I used to be excited, but now that’s not the case
Mom interrupts, “let’s go honey, we’re running a bit late”
I snap out of my trance, not feeling too great.
Walking through the door, my palms feeling wet
Nodding at some friends, stretch hasn’t started just yet
Put my bag in the cubby, then on the floor to run,
My eyes glance at beam, this wont be much fun
You see I’m level 7 now and struggling with a new skill
I’m not even 12 years old, but I feel over the hill
It’s the back handspring on beam that’s dragging me down
Haven’t smiled in weeks, have a permanent frown
The groups have been split, level 7’s to BEAM
It could not have been worse, it’s like a bad dream
As we walk on over, I stare at the beast
Of all the events, I love you the least
Coach’s eyes meet mine, “go warm up your back”
“What a great opportunity, to get you on track”
Does he know that I’m scared, having a panic attack?
I have the desire, it’s the courage I lack
It’s my turn to go, I’m trying not to cry
My eyes feel wet, my throat is so dry
As I climb on the beam, my mind filled with fears
I set to go and….get nothing but tears
As a tear hits the beam, I’m in a frozen trance
My heart wants to go, my mind says no chance
Coach says “get down, let me explain something to you”
“When level 10’s are afraid, this is what they do”
“They SET and they GO, they don’t stop to think”
“Their arms go up, they jump back in a blink”
“They tighten their mind, if they hesitate they know”
“The fear will get in, then they just won’t go”
“Use your natural ability, you’ll know what to do”
“You have to trust yourself, as much as we trust you”
“Take a deep breath, and so there’s no misunderstanding”
“The only thought you should have, is to stick your landing”
Back up on the beam, moving kind of slow
My mind starts racing, then I hear “Set…go”
Wipe my hands on my legs, raise my arms over head
This is the moment I always freeze, but this time, instead..
I flew up, arched back, my hands hit just right
As I fly over, I push hard and I fight to stay tight
And in an instant, and to the amazement of all
I had done a back handspring, I did not fall!
My teammates are all cheering, from coach a warm smile
I stuck it, I stuck it, I’m staying up here a while!
So the beast is gone, and now I love beam
It was in me the whole time, or so it would seem
Even though “SET…GO helped me, to get over my fear
There was something special, that I needed to hear
I knew all along, what I was supposed to do
But what really gave me courage, were the words “We trust you”
RECIPE FOR A GYMNAST
Add iron and steel
To beauty and grace
Stir in the will to win
With a bright smiling face
Blend in love for a Sport
And a friendship within
Fold in bruises and bumps
On the surface of skin
Mix in soft flowing arms
And straight pointed toes
With a twist of the head
To complete the pose
Pour in loyalty and dedication
For the rest of the team
For the gymnast is striving
To fulfill A DREAM
The Coach
The gymnast climbs upon the stand,
For she has proven to the land,
That she’s the best, that she’s the one,
Whose sacrifice is really done,
She stands alone so brave and tall,
It took a fight to win it all,
But there’s one more to share the pride,
Who fought with her right by her side.
The coach has shared the pains and fears,
Frustration, sorrow, even tears,
For he’s the one who holds the team,
Together as they find their dream.
The role of coaching never ends,
A coach, a dad, or just a friend,
He’s always there to judge what’s right,
Win or lose throughout the fight,
But now the gymnast stands alone,
Her days have come, her stars have shone,
“It’s not the medal” she thinks so bold,
“But it’s my coach that’s truly gold”
Patience is a man's greatest virtue,
or so the saying goes.
A gymnast must have said it,
for a gymnast surely knows!
That in this funny sport of ours,
discouragement runs high.
And even the very best will find
this virtue has passed us by.
When hands are ripped and throbbing,
when every muscle's sore,
will a gymnast still have patience
to limp in the gym for more?
When you've lost old moves
and progress seems slow,
will you still have faith in better days,
and not feel sad and low?
Can you admit your frightened,
yet not give in to fear?
Can you conquer pain and frustration
and often even tears?
When someone else does something,
you've tried so long to do...
can you still be happy for her,
or just self-pitty for you?
And when success seems far away,
your efforts all in vain,
can you force yourself to wear a smile
and disregaurd the pain?
If despite the pain and tribulations,
you can say "I won't give in"
Maybe some day you'll discover
that its now your time to win.
The Gymnast's Prayer
Now as I warm up for this meet, I pray my competition I can beat.
And if I fail amidst the cheers, I pray I can hold back my tears,
one more thing success or not, I pray the creator of beam be shot!
Most graceful thing I've ever seen -
My daughter on the balance beam,
And on the vault, or bars or floor
When she performed, my heart would soar.
She started at the age of eight
And every day she could not wait
To somersault on trampoline,
Or work on a new floor routine.
For years she practiced after school
Her layouts, whips and double fulls
So she'd be ready to compete
At yet one more gymnastics meet.
She never scored a perfect ten,
And rarely had a trophy win,
But every meet that I went to,
She was the winner - in my view.
Gymnastics now is in her past.
The values learned will always last.
Her confidence and self esteem -
Most graceful thing I've ever seen.
A Gymnast's Prayer
Now I tumble on the mat,
Lord, help me dance—an artist.
And as I swing upon the bars,
Lord, make my A-score hardest.
As I run to vault the horse,
Lord, Jesus, guide me in my course.
And well, as for the other team;
Lord, smite those losers off the beam.
Amen.
Don't Quit
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up a hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but dont you quit!
Life is weird with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a faluire turns about
When you might have won had you stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow-
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is faluire turned inside out-
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are
It may be near when it seens so far,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit-
It's the things seem worst
That you must not quit!
I may be at gymnastics on a Friday night
but one day I will be proud for the way I fight.
Flipping on beam.Twisting on floor,
in thirty minutes I will walk out the gym's door,
so proud of myself for the effort I give,
very thankful for the life that I live.
One day the Olympics will call for me,
so proud of my work,but I cant disagree.
Ive worked so hard to get this far.
Falling on the beam,and eating the bar.
I will never regret the way I think.
I would rather be at the gym than the skating rink
gymnastics is joy.......
gymnastics is pain........
gymnastics is hardships.....
gymnastics is triumphs......
gymnastics is dissapointments....
gymnastics is never giving up......
gymnastics is heartbrakes.......
gymnastics is love.......
but, gymnastics IS a way of life.
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