A Collection of Volleyball Poems.

The crowd erupts with every point,
The tension builds with each serve.
But nothing matches that final spike,
When the game is won with verve.

So let us celebrate this game,
That brings us all together.
For volleyball is more than just a sport,
It’s a passion that lasts forever.

And as the players take their bows,
And the gymnasium empties out.
We know that we will return again,
To hear that thrilling shout.

Poem 2: The Perfect Set

Her hands are steady, her eyes are bright,
As she sets the ball just right.
The hitter jumps, the crowd holds its breath,
And the ball soars over the net.

It’s a thing of beauty, a work of art,
That perfect set that sets us apart.
For in that moment, we are one,
Our hearts beating as one drum.

So let us savor that perfect set,
And all the moments that follow.
For in this game, we find our joy,
And all our sorrows we swallow.

Poem 3: The Block

The hitter rises, the ball in sight,
But the blocker is there to stop the fight.
She stretches high, her hands ready,
And the ball falls back, unsteady.

It’s a thing of beauty, that moment of truth,
When the blocker denies the hitter his proof.
For in that moment, we see the power
Of the blocker, in her finest hour.

Poem 4: Victory

The game is won, the crowd goes wild,
As the players hug and high-five with smiles.
For victory is sweet, a moment to savor,
And in this game, we are its flavor.

Poem 5: Defeat

The game is lost, the players dejected,
As they leave the court, feeling rejected.
For defeat is bitter, a pill hard to swallow,
And in this game, we are its hollow.