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Acrostic Baseball Poems | Acrostic Poems About Baseball
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Batters up…..the tingles start and now we know its spring
All the winter woes are gone and baseball fever sings
Seats are chosen --lucky fans will sit where they can see
Easy chairs for some are best--- the price of them is free
Bull pens hold the players and the feelings there run high
As the batter taps the plate he glances at the sky
Like somewhere there is a baseball god who’ll help him out
Luckily he smacks a low ball—it’s a home run and a shout
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013
Batter, batter swing that bat, hit that ball!
A roar goes up from the crowd.
The crack of the bat sends the ball soaring high,
To be caught in the right fielder's glove.
Excitement fills the air as the two teams battle on,
Relying on their skills and lady luck.
Umpires stand ready to call "Safe" or "Out".
Players play to win.
For Debbie Guzzi's "Batter Up" contest
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2015
Silence hushed a crowd in awe,
only crickets could be heard.
Under the spell of the Babe,
they looked to where he pointed,
hoping to see a home run.
Perhaps the greatest player
America ever knew,
would once again, please the crowd.
But the pitcher was not phased
and threw a wicket screwball.
Babe watched its winding approach,
eyed it close, took aim, and swung.
Resounding off of his bat,
unfailingly the ball flew.
Then, as the home crowd cheered, it
headed straight to its target.
(A first letter acrostic poem spelling " South Paw Babe Ruth.")
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
What you sayin?
We own it
For the morning of the lord
To the night
Copyright © Moses Samandar | Year Posted 2014
B ats balls bases shaped like a diamond
A merica's favorite past-time being played
S luggers hitting those home runs
E ating hotdogs peanuts and crackerjack
B ases loaded a grandslam
A ll Star break in mid-July
L obbing strikes over home plate
L ove to watch the Boys of Summer play the game
Copyright © Christine Saputo | Year Posted 2016