Cricket poems often express the joy of playing or watching cricket. Cricket is a popular sport played in many countries around the world. It is a fun and engaging sport to play with friends.
Cricket matches are played in different formats, such as Test matches, One Day Internationals (ODIs), and Twenty20 (T20) matches. Playing cricket is a great way to stay active and healthy.
It’s like having an adventure while exercising. Also, reading some interesting cricket poems can add another layer of enjoyment. They are a source of inspiration and motivation for players and fans.
We have gathered here some funny cricket poems and some others as well for the fans of cricket.
Cricket Match
The bowler six times looped a slow ball
like a deeply considered question,
and six times the batsman in his plum cap
leaned very attentively and returned an answer.”
Welcome Back
By Aditya Krishnan
Welcome back o boys in blue,
Went like heroes & back without a clue,
Over world cups, performance has been bad,
Nevertheless you will get time for another ad,
Hope you enjoyed a wonderful holiday,
As year on year there are many such days,
Listless & spineless you have been,
The cup is nowhere to be seen,
Selling false hopes & dreams are a norm,
Everything has disappeared including your form,
A billion play still a worthy eleven is to be found,
Stop money minting leagues is doing the rounds.
A Cricketer’s Last Boundary
By Michael Ashby
Weeping willows formed an honour guard
For the cricket ball writ with a noble name
A team of ten, which had once been eleven
Would never be the same side again
No bails united the forlorn stumps
Since this wicket had fallen some days ago
And as the bowler delivered to the lone batsman
The hushed crowd willed a six to go
The magical sound… of leather on willow
The sweet smell… of freshly cut grass
The cricketer… crossing the last boundary
To a third innings that would forever last
First Victory By England Cricket Team
Cricket lovely Cricket,
At Lord’s where I saw it;
Cricket lovely Cricket,
At Lord’s where I saw it;
Yardley tried his best
But Goddard won the Test.
They gave the crowd plenty fun;
Second Test and West Indies won.
Cricket Poem
A. E. Housman
Twice a week the winter thorough
Here stood I to keep the goal:
Football then was fighting sorrow
For the young man’s soul.
Now in Maytime to the wicket
Out I march with bat and pad:
See the son of grief at cricket
Trying to be glad.
Try I will; no harm in trying:
Wonder ’tis how little mirth
Keeps the bones of man from lying
On the bed of earth.
About Cricket Player Alfred Mynn
With his tall and stately presence, with his nobly moulded form,
His broad hand was ever open, his brave heart was ever warm;
All were proud of him, all loved him. As the changing seasons pass,
As our champion lies a-sleeping underneath the Kentish grass,
Proudly, sadly will we name him – to forget him were a sin.
Lightly lie the turf upon thee, kind and manly Alfred Mynn
Life Is a Cricket Match
By Md Shahadat Hossain
Life is a cricket match
If you don’t do bat in time
You may be out by catch.
Slow Bowled
By Kenny W
It’s been over an hour
since the last wicket,
Howzat for a day out –
at the boring ol’ cricket.
Cricket Lake
By C. J. Krieger
Oh cricket lake
With your chirping waters
And long green legs
Play a song for me
Of flying birds
Whose songs dance
While whisking on the wings
Of warm southern breezes
Take me away
Far away
To palm tree lands
And white sand beaches
Where I might rest
In the warmth
Of the summer’s sun
The Earth Has Many Keys
By Emily Dickinson
The earth has many keys,
Where melody is not
Is the unknown peninsula.
Beauty is nature’s fact.
But witness for her land,
And witness for her sea,
The cricket is her utmost
Of elegy to me.
Concerning the Sport of Cricket
By Hans Ostrom
A Cubist concoction of layered planes,
seems cricket. A match progresses
in a stiff-legged imperial ballet
with yachting costumes. Scoring:
inflated like stock markets. Time: flaccid.
There are slap-bats and wee wooden
sticks–so droll! Cricket is just
very, very something–far afield
from clarity but highly ordered,
bright and secretive. Sedate, surreal.
About this sport who knows what to feel?
Today, Tomorrow, Long Ago and Years to Come
By Anonymous
When yesterday we thought about tomorrow;
It’s strange to think that we just meant today.
Don’t look to days to wipe out stress and sorrow,
The calendar and clock refuse to play.
When I was young these summer days meant cricket
From morning till collapsing into bed.
I’d strive to score some runs or take a wicket
Today I watch professionals instead.
In days to come my grandkids may be players
And I’ll be cheering them with every shot.
But whether they are shooting stars or stayers,
I’m sure that they’ll have talents I have not.
But look at days or years the same thing’s strange
The more things change the less things seem to change!
The Greatest Cricketer!
by Khadim Hussain
I am the greatest cricket in the world,
Six foot six and handsome to cricketing boot.
I am the greatest cricketer in the world,
Better than you!
I score double centuries before lunch
And not a hair out of place.
I am the greatest cricketer in the world,
Better than you!
I swing the ball,
I bowl the doorsa, the Chinaman and bouncers too,
I am the greatest cricketer in the world,
Better than you!
I have never dropped a catch,
I have fielded at slip, short leg and boundary too.
I am the greatest cricketer in the world,
Better than you!
I have score a century and
Taken ten wickets in the same match too.
I am the greatest cricketer in the world,
Better than you!
I have done it all,
The highest test score, the fastest century too,
I am the greatest cricketer in the world,
Better than you!
I’ve taught the best,
Lara, Flintoff, Tendukar, McGarth and Brett Lee too.
I am the greatest cricketer in the world,
Better than you!
I’ve played against the greats,
W.G. Grace, Lynwood, Imran, Wasim and Fiery Fred too.
I am the greatest cricketer in the world,
Better than you!
I’ve played at all the best grounds,
The Lords, the Oval, Trent Bridge and Albert Park too,
I am the greatest cricketer in the world,
Better than you!
Cricket Love
By Flamey
13 players wearing white
walk into the ground
wearing round hats
the crowd roars
the men holding the bats
with stickers on it
hop into the crease
and asks for middle stick
the bowler walks from the crease
and marks his line
the red ball is thrown to him
the match begins
the sun heats up
but the players stand the whole day
for taking wickets and smashing runs
and for screaming howzzzaattt
These are all about the cricket poems.