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Short
baseball
poem by
Heather Ober | Go to this short poem
haiku 5
an old baseball
soars across blue sky--
broken glass
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Short
baseball
poem by
raskin bobbins | Go to this short poem
Baseball season begins soon
In a field of dreams
The scent of cut grass
Hung like beams
Ball thrown, bat cracks
Smiles and eyes that gleam
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Short
baseball
poem by
Charles Henderson | Go to this short poem
wrinkled cheeks
she sits on his bed
the autographed baseball
white on the dresser
tears find wrinkled cheeks
and fall to the folded flag
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Short
baseball
poem by
Robert Pettit | Go to this short poem
Ryan Howard
First baseman Ryan Howard.
Nobody can call him a coward.
Whenever he can hit a baseball,
it can travel high over the wall.
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Short
baseball
poem by
Matthew Boyd-Howey | Go to this short poem
Baseball limerick
A big baseball player on pitch
Developed a strange kind of itch:
The ball flew up straight
Then down on his pate,
So he blamed the whole thing on a witch!
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Short
baseball
poem by
Andrew Crisci | Go to this short poem
THE DISAPPOINTED BASEBALL PLAYER
Not all my hits are home runs,
many of them miss the bat;
specators respond with boos...
right there I expect to lose,
and getting angry, I toss my cap.
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Short
baseball
poem by
kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Go to this short poem
HOW
you can with god s hand
play in a band
play baseball
or make the call
just train to be you see
in this thing
after there take a bowel
you've learm
HOW
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Short
baseball
poem by
kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Go to this short poem
KIDS AN BASEBALL
its soon be spring
time them for training
whereits hot
that the ball lot
where hit
and pit
there's a a fences to sit
FOR ALL
THAT IT
KIDS AND BASEBALL
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Short
baseball
poem by
HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Go to this short poem
Twins Fan -- Karen O'leary
Minnisota Twins
Win elusive World Series
Two Thousand and Ten
Dedicated To Karen O'leary and Her Daughter Megan
and Baseball Fan #2 Mr. O'leary ( I'm # 1 )
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Short
baseball
poem by
Robert Heemstra | Go to this short poem
So this is Golf
wait a minute this isn’t baseball
I won't be able to hit that ball
bigger than marble
unpredictable
in hole it will fall
I'll swing in that hole the ball will fall
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Short
baseball
poem by
kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Go to this short poem
SUMMER AND BASEBALL
it part of summer
am a bummer
i love the game
no t for fame
it part what summer bring
watch it all
hit by a stick and fall
over the wall
SUMMER AND BASEBALL
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Short
baseball
poem by
Robert Pettit | Go to this short poem
A Third Base Snake
Mark Reynolds, Arizona Diamondback.
With a baseball bat, you take a healthy whack.
You can hit home runs without a doubt.
Why is it so many times you strike out?
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Short
baseball
poem by
kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Go to this short poem
BASEBALL TIME
it what spring
do it brings
this season
for this reason
they train
some have leg pain
its there thing
to be ready and steady
for summer field sunshine
at
BASEBALL TIME
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Short
baseball
poem by
Ian D. Campbell | Go to this short poem
Nick Bridich
Tears cannot even
Come close
to how I revealed
my Secret Weapon.
And its not
Like I tried
I failed.
With robot
arms I tried
to assimilate
being a Baseball Player.
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Short
baseball
poem by
Jen H. | Go to this short poem
Benny "The Jet" Rodriguez
Benny beat the Beast,
Busted the Baseball,
Became Smalls Bud,
Brings his Best,
Breathes in Baseball
Benny was a hero
But Benny Became a legend
Become a Benny
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Short
baseball
poem by
Amy Merrell | Go to this short poem
My Summer
I drive the ten sixty-six
While I eat all the twix
Got to feed the cows hay
Yeah thats what I say
School is out
Sports are in
Now its baseball
No more kickball
DH
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Short
baseball
poem by
kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Go to this short poem
BASEBALL FAN
htis is the season
for this reason
to sit in the stand
hold out your hand
and watch it fall
that hard hit ball
and mabe your catch
if you can
IF YOU TURE
BASEBALL FAN
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Short
baseball
poem by
Joe Flach | Go to this short poem
Wife (Her) to Husband (Me)
I have missed you oh so much throughout this whole summer
You have been home with me every day and every night
I can’t wait for the baseball season to finally come to an end
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Short
baseball
poem by
Tirzah Conway | Go to this short poem
Spiders, Yuck!
There is a spider on my wall,
I tried to squish it with a baseball;
But I only made it mad,
Oh man, this is bad,
Why am I afraid of something so small.
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Short
baseball
poem by
Sandy Ivy D | Go to this short poem
Sympathy
I knew a man with a sailors hat
Fat and chubby, smelled like a rat
kissed him out of stupidity,
now he's down on one knee,
Somebody give me a baseball bat!
6-4-12
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Short
baseball
poem by
RALPH TAYLOR | Go to this short poem
Golf's My Favorite
Of all the sports, watching Baseball's the best
I've less interest, but watch some of the rest
But I'm pleased to report
Golf's my favorite sport
It's healthy, fun, and a challenging test.
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Short
baseball
poem by
Tim Ryerson | Go to this short poem
Top-Ten Hits from the 50's
Slide-out Coke machines
10 cent hot dogs
Old black radios
Rabbit-ear antennae
Bubblegum baseball cards
Tinny speakers at drive-ins
Vacation bible school
Barefoot summers
Homemade playgrounds
A quarter made you rich...
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Short
baseball
poem by
Debbie Guzzi | Go to this short poem
Juke Box Boys
Game boys
Mob the juke box
all baseball caps backwards;
singing to the loud rap music.
Lights a flashing, toes a tapping, smiling,
rosy red cheeks and fire red jerseys.
Juke box strobes, boy laughing
a trio of kids
sing too.
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Short
baseball
poem by
Joyce Johnson | Go to this short poem
Mariner Fan
We're glad the baseball season is over.
For Mariner fans, no fields of clover.
Won half as many as we lost.
Tickets too high at half the cost.
Next season look for a big makeover.
For Linda-Marie's Sport Limerick contest won #4
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Short
baseball
poem by
RALPH TAYLOR | Go to this short poem
Ace in the Hell
God said, " Baseball between us sounds swell"!
Satan replied, "Your team, just will not, do well"!
"I know Mantle and Ruth play for you
but there ain't a whole lot, they can do
cause the Umpires, are all down here, in Hell"!
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Short
baseball
poem by
John Monteblanco | Go to this short poem
Career Dreams
I always wanted to be a baseball player for the New York Mets
But I never wanted to try my best so I just looked like a hopeless stem
One day I'll show them all
I'ma be the only one standing tall
As for the dreams that can be obtained right now, I'm going full force at them.
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Short
baseball
poem by
SillyBilly theKidster | Go to this short poem
Sports Retarded
I am so retarded in the area of sports. Sometimes it really does get me down.
It's so embarrassing not to know anything at all
about how to play ball,
and please don't think of me as a clown
but,
What excactly does a baseball player have to do
in order to
score themselves a touchdown?
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Short
baseball
poem by
Joe Flach | Go to this short poem
Just Before My Lights Went Out
I held her naked in exhausted arms
Just before my lights went out
After passionately sampling her woman’s charms
Just before my lights went out
The beautiful wife of my best friend
A sin without a doubt
Who I saw approaching with a baseball bat
Just before my lights went out
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Short
baseball
poem by
chris bowen | Go to this short poem
tanks drivin in
sawy with the beat.my meat cutter pourous self was hell on wheels before the
ships came in.now with livin costin so much,i grow nuts out in a field.lend me
your ear,JFK,what happened to the other day,where we all live so sweet and get
to meet,a pretty neat baseball glove?like a glove?where?enough.
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Short
baseball
poem by
Steve Eng | Go to this short poem
Striking Out
The color of lemonade washing the sky—
Popsicle memories revive
Of baseball connecting with ash wood, hit high
In an arcing, outfield drive.
Are summers forever? Or only a day?
Moth-eaten , major-league hat…
December’s the umpire, miscalling the play,
And there’s ice on my Louisville bat.
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Short
baseball
poem by
chamonique knowles | Go to this short poem
girl on the bench
Girl on the bench
I watch you crying
You think no one can see
Behind your baseball cap you hide the pain
You are afraid to show your weakness
The tears are rips down the seams
Of the mask you use to hide how truly weak you are
You wipe them away and stitch up the holes
So no one will know
Who you really are
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Short
baseball
poem by
RALPH TAYLOR | Go to this short poem
My Favorite Lid
I've worn many types of headgear
since I was a little kid.
Mostly Golf and Baseball caps,
no matter what I did,
I guess I always wore a "Lid"!
But of all the "Lids" I ever wore,
my favorite - I'll exclaim,
was the Helmet I wore in Viet Nam,
no matter how annoying it became.
It was my favorite just the same.
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Short
baseball
poem by
Ian D. Campbell | Go to this short poem
Sophomore Year
I, in my excitement,
was waiting for
That bootstrap.
And with baseball on
Your mind, I tried
to seduce you with
Theater.
Secret dressing
Room call. Me, you
and the Priest.
I saw between
Your legs as the
Makeup faded and I
was never
Happier.
And now, matrimony,
a patriarch and
a stained Buddha
Statue I retreat to
The Garden.
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Short
baseball
poem by
Amy Merrell | Go to this short poem
baseball seasons
Baseball seasons here
Starts when summer is near
If the first baseman catches the ball
I hope the ump makes a good call
Eating sunflower seeds
Winning is what we need
That means school being out is near
Until next year
by jake doyle
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Short
baseball
poem by
katie morse | Go to this short poem
Delirium
Magic Tragic David Blaine
Goodwill, gallant, Grade A G.I. Jane
Gorgeous, guarding, germane, Great Dane
Bubba borrowed Brad’s baseball bat
Hit him harshly hard in the head
Insane in the brain
Like being high on sugar cane
To dilute the pain
Hey, it may sound lame
But who’s to blame
Not everyone’s the same
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Short
baseball
poem by
Tim Ryerson | Go to this short poem
Cable Crisis
I'm feeling mentally unstable
Apparently I just lost my cable
Television done gone on the fritz
Gonna' miss my Monday Night blitz
Telephone dead as a doornail
Can't check my freekin' email!
This service ain't nothin' but trash!
Guess I'll go to the bar and get smashed
What's this? It's back on? How 'bout that?
Guess I won't need this baseball bat...
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Short
baseball
poem by
Robert Heemstra | Go to this short poem
Shoeless Joe Jackson
Shoeless Joe an idiot
and still baseball’s patriot
baseball is his passion
he’s not a subtraction
he was pushed out of baseball
for not being smart at all
lacking knowledge is no crime
remove his name from the grime
Joe Jackson placed in shame
he should be Hall of Fame
I’ll say again he did nothing wrong
He played this game of baseball real strong
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Short
baseball
poem by
Robert Pettit | Go to this short poem
Jumping for Joy in DC
They are jumping for joy down in DC.
Washington area fans are full of glee.
It's the first time a team has won since 1933.
Who was around to remember that? Not me!
This season, the Nationals are the beast.
They finished first in the National League East.
So the Nats are among the best in baseball.
Who knows? They just might win it all!
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Short
baseball
poem by
mike dailey | Go to this short poem
A Dream
A Dream
I went to bed the other night
Had a dream – a dreadful fright
My brother, and my sister later
Ran into an alligator
Hid behind a purple frig
Glittery? I’d say a smig
Then came by a buffalo
At least it looked a little so
As other creatures went and came
They started up a baseball game
But when it came my turn to bat
I woke up thinking “what was that!”
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Short
baseball
poem by
Chris Patton | Go to this short poem
The Devil Feminine
She ripped his heart
right out
sold his heart
for baseball cards
and now
she
lives in Charleston
below the big
oak tree
in her mind
she can see
the way it used
to be
the times
they had
had
been so bad
but had also
been so
good
and now she
sits
and smokes the
day away
for in her haste
she left behind
the only man
that made her blind
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Short
baseball
poem by
Cherie Durbin | Go to this short poem
I Am Bored With Math
I am bored with math.
Two plus two always equals four.
Why can't it equal an ice cream cone
Or a trip to the candy store?
Four plus four always equals eight-
Never a video game,
Or a Disneyland vacation.
No, the answer's e'er the same!
One times one always equals one.
Where's the fun in that?
I'd love to see the answer be
A brand new baseball bat!
by Cherie Durbin
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Short
baseball
poem by
randy johnson | Go to this short poem
A sore loser
(This is a fictional poem)
When I was a child, I wasn't a good sport at losing.
I took a bat to the winning team and I gave them a good bruising.
The coach was so mad that he took a swing at me but I ducked.
I then hit him in the crotch with the bat and he was out of luck.
I would get pretty sore when I didn't win.
From that day on I was forbade from playing baseball again.
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Short
baseball
poem by
Brendan Hardy | Go to this short poem
Anthem
- Truth
Remember the truth,
Question those in government…
In full glory reflected.
- Mistake
To war is error,
To offer peace is sublime…
Bombs bursting in air.
- Belief
No matter how hard,
Stand up for what you believe…
O! say can you see.
- Responsibility
I love my country,
Like baseball and apple pie…
The home of the brave.
...(Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer)
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Short
baseball
poem by
Michael Degenhardt | Go to this short poem
Ah, Those Childhood Days
The green grass of youth held such happy times
From picnics, to football, to baseball and more
But, now it holds something that I don’t quite like
The weekly mowing that has become my sole chore
Childhood days have long, long since gone
The laughter, the innocence, the life, the fun
I would love to go back to those days before
As I’d be outside playing past the setting sun
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Short
baseball
poem by
James Foulk | Go to this short poem
Baseball Cards So Many
Baseball cards oh so many,
I had two, three and four,
of each one, I had.
The trouble is there gone for evermore.
I had the rookies of Mantle, Mays,
really I did, honest I did.
Where are they now?
Well, they went their ways.
Started collecting again in seventy-four,
once again, oh so many,
three, four of each one,
this time I will keep and start me a store.
wrote 6-18-90
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Short
baseball
poem by
Robert Heemstra | Go to this short poem
My Baseball History
Graig Nettles as a Yankee wore the number nine
the New York Yankees in the seventies very fine
I’m Red Sox fan but a baseball fan first
as you can tell baseball is my first thirst
ever since the seventies I was a baseball fan
Lou Brock and Yaz and Yaz the main man
baseball my sport of choice it’s my only game
and the Boston Red Sox have plenty of fame
I’ve been to Boston a few times what a city
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Short
baseball
poem by
Colin Amato | Go to this short poem
Rapid City (Poems from 7th Grade #3)
Rapid City, South Dakota
I always like Fall best
You can eat buttery pancakes
From huge Ihop
And Omelets
And Toast
And skillets
And lots of Reese
And Butterfingers
And Twix
At the colorful gas station
And listen to
Nice relaxing music
On the hill
At the Mt. Rushmore
And go to the Corn Palace with
My friend Troy
And go to the baseball game
And watch the sunset setting
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Short
baseball
poem by
Donald Reith | Go to this short poem
Barry Bonds
Barry Bonds
Witchhunt cons,
Sold out tickets make us fond
Money bags
pennant flags,
"Baseball,s back" on SI mags
Homerun chase
time to contemplate
Adoring fans now say your a National Disgrace
Commissioner, too
crying the Public Boo-Hoo
used the breaking of Aaron,s record
to advertise his brew
No more dough
let,s dull the glow
on this sordid Baseball
Hypocrites Sideshow.
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Short
baseball
poem by
john armagost | Go to this short poem
gum
How much randy enjoys candy nobody knows
His gum gum gum
He blows blows blows
To a pattern of drum drum drum
He feasts upon it at a baseball game,
In school,
In the hall of fame,
And in the pool
He drives around a bend
He hasn't had any gain
But in the end
His jaw is in pain
Gum is like a fist clobbering his mouth
It is a pink pain giver
So he moved way south
Which made him shiver
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Short
baseball
poem by
Kathleen Small | Go to this short poem
A Little More than Five
My dad liked me best
I think
when I was five,
and I used to ask him how he got so tall,
how he knew so much
about how to throw a baseball,
and how to dance with me on his feet,
clinging joyfully to the backs of his knees.
I know I haven't grown since then
but I can look him in the eye now,
and our hands are identical.
He asks me how I got so tall
even though I know
I haven't grown since then.
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