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Poetry About Volleyball

Volleyball is a dance of timing and power, where every second counts and every touch matters. These poems celebrate the visceral thrill of the game - the sting of the serve, the elegance of the set, and the thunderous impact of a perfectly timed spike.

From the dusty gym to the sun-drenched beach, this collection honors the communication and trust required to keep the ball in the air. It's a celebration of athleticism, strategy, and the shared pulse of a team working as one.

Featured Poems

The Skyward Set

The moment of suspension before the kill.

Hands outstretched, fingertips like feathers, cradling the rotation of a white-ribbed dream.
A flick of the wrists, a push toward the sun, placing the future exactly where the shadow needs to fall.
The air is thin up here, between the floor and the net, where everything is decided by the grace of a single exhale.

- Maria Rivera

The Libero's Stand

Celebrating the defensive heart of the team.

I am the ghost on the floor, the one who dives for the impossible, trading skin for a second chance.
The floor is a hard teacher, leaving maps of effort on my knees, but the ball stays up - and that is the only religion I know.
When the hammer falls, I am the shield that holds, the quiet foundation on which the victory is built.

- Thomas Park

Service Line Ritual

The mental focus before the play begins.

Breathe. Bounce. Spin. The whistle is a sharp needle popping the bubble of noise.
I see the gap in the armor, six players and a dozen eyes, and I send my intention over the mesh, a white comet seeking home.

- Elena Vance

Classic Voices

The Ball (Excerpt)

by Edward Hirsch (1980)

A modern poetic exploration of the physics and spirit of sport.

It's not just the roundness, but the way it carries the light, the way it holds the kinetic energy of every hand that’s touched it.

Micro Verses

Keep the ball alive - it's the only rule that matters.

- Coach Anon

A perfect spike is just gravity getting a push.

- Sports Scientist

Six hearts, one pulse, one ball.

- Team Captain

Sun, sand, and a net - heaven is a court in July.

- Beach Bum

Deeper Explorations

Beach Volleyball

The game under the sun.

Salt and Spikes

Sand between toes, wind in the hair, diving for the ball in the salt-thick air.

- Sandy Shores

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