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Lyric Baseball Poems | Lyric Poems About Baseball

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While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

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Yogi Berra Song

One run behind and I'm at bat, 2 are out,
I'll be damned if I don't get a hit.
I tell the catcher I'll be home in a while,
But he grins at me just for a bit.
Holding on first, I can still feel the ball,
But it's wild and I'm safe at first base.
That's where I stay, cause I can still hear it all,
What that chatcher told me right in my face.

It ain't over til it's over.

I tell the umpire to watch out for the man
who's at bat, cause he'll make his own way.
I'm stealing second, though it's not a good plan
cause that catcher hardly misses a play.
I feel the ball and it's faster than me,
But the second baseman's foot is too late.
There comes the call, and I'm as safe as can be,
But on second base, I know I must wait.

It ain't over. It ain't over til it's over.

I hear the hit and it's a good one I know,
not a winning run, but I go on.
Passing by third I'll tie the game if I go
on to home, or the whole game is gone.
I feel the magic, it's the reason I play
and I love coming out from behind!
Home plate is hardly just a leg length away,
But his words keep on nagging my mind!

It ain't over. It ain't over til it's over!
It ain't over. It ain't over til it's over!
You're out! 
Kill the umpire!
It ain't over. It ain't over til it's over!
It ain't over. It ain't over til it's over!
You're out!
It ain't over. It ain't over til it's over!
You're out!

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

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Opening Day 2016 - for contest

Opening Day 2016 (anacreontic verse)

If it rains
piercing cold
curse not
nor summon
power from
Hold fast to
ageless youth
seize hope’s
listless will.
Raise high
her tattered
Red Sox
huddle with
the cheering
masses.  Order
two dogs,
two beers,
ice cold.
Feel the
pounding roar

gauntlet thrown,



submitted to – Anacreontic Verse 3 – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Edward Ebbs

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2016

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Baseball Dream

Spring is coming 
with green "fields of dreams" 
Stretching far in front of us 
We will drink in 
the warm weather 
And listen to the crowd 
Has something been lost in the game?
Now that salaries are so stupendous?
We can taste the reality of a new season 
We won't let anyone 
disturb our baseball dreams
I'm not Hank Greenberg 
but I await the new season 
with anticipation 
Although they make more money 
than the President or Senators(and it's not right)
when they march along the 
"Field of Dreams" - which was a damn good movie

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2011

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Ya Gotta Believe

New of sadness once again heard,
another hero gone.
Ya Gotta Believe were his famous words,
from Tug McGraw's throne.
No other could where the crown,
what a ball he could throw.
Not a better pitcher to be found,
all of his fans do know.
A hope and courage award you received,
a warrrior and fighter.
We'll never forget, Y a Gotta Believe,
you've made our stadium brighter.
Now you're life is put to rest,
God show him his path please.
This great man has passed the test,
in 1980 he won the world series.
Wei'll say goodbye, to this one so tall,
in our eyes we see.
God made his call to Tug McGraw,
remember, "Ya Gotta Believe.

Copyright © Diane Pennestri | Year Posted 2016

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A Little Bit of Twist

A little bit of twist
A little bit of grin
A flip of the hair

I am proud of myself
Pictures on my bookshelf
He and I collide, kiss and a ride
His glove and baseball by the side
Hat up above truly love
I dare not give it a shove

On the stand with a cheer
A taunt and a sneer
Grin your way; ensnare was my plan
Flip my hair and pretend I’m a fan 
Batter batter swing
Hammer and sting that skin

A little bit of twist
A little bit of grin
A flip of the hair

Wearing the right hat
Twist to the bat
Searching far and wide
Where’s the cowhide 
Home, don’t walk ... R-U-N
One-on-one under the sun

Slide your hand down my arms
Surrender and drown in charm 
Strawberry kisses champagne wine
Interlace your fingers with mine
Emotions beat while we run away 
Feeling the excitement of the day



Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2017

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It was a trip that started 
'fore my classmates departed
And we're headed somewhere I didn't know

Breakin' out early 
On an unexpected journey
I was only too happy to go

Hopped in with Mom 
And the priest Father John 
And Dad who drove the wagon to somewhere

I asked where we goin'
They said dontcha be worryin'
'Cause I think you'll like it when we get there

This is called tailgating
Said my Pop as we ate in
The lot and I remember the cold chicken we had

Thousands of people
Passin' by in the aisles
Throwin' balls and drinkin' beers like mad

Then we made our way up 
To the top of the boxes
And the very moment that happened then

Standing next to the Pastor
For years ever after
I'd recall it only with an Amen

To see the light of Heaven 
At the age of seven 
Transcendental wasn't a word I then knew

But it seems to me now
The Lord was showin' me how 
Baseball and family are the things that are true

My little scars healed
As the Crew took the field
And Molitor and Yount came to bat

And Mom took my hand
And we cheered to the end 
And I knew this was where I'd always come back

 February 25, 2017

Copyright © Andrew Jung | Year Posted 2017

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Late last night

Late yesterday night 
I saw a light shine from a window 
And as I looked again 
Your face came into sight 

I couldn't walk on 
Until you'd gone from your window 
I had to make you mine 
I knew you were the one 

Oh, I would be glad 
Just to have a love like that 
Oh, I would be true 
And I'd live my life for you 

So meet me tonight 
Just where the light shines from our window 
And as I take your hand 
Say that you'll be mine tonight 

Oh, I would be so glad 
Just to have a love like that 
Oh, I would be true 
And I'd give my life for you 

So meet me tonight 
Just where the light shines from our window 
And as I take your hand 
Say that you'll be mine tonight

Copyright © Michael Pyatt | Year Posted 2015

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Vision blurred
Couldn't see clearly
Everything was like
The electrons on a black and white
TV screen
Clarity I needed
Fast forward
Life in 3D Television
Elevated I was
Looking at life from another dimension
I realized damage had been caused
Exposed to the cold world
I was
Yes hoping to put Life on HOLD
Scared of OLD age
I was searching for a pause button
And try’na rewind it to
The black and white time
When telly wasn’t clear
When vision was blurred  
The Truth was there
In black and white
Staring at it
I was never searching for a pause button
Someone one else was Cruzing,
I had no need to switch lanes
I was at the pace of a black and white telly Knob
I was looking forward and I had HOPE
I would day dream and visualise to the
Fast forward Life
In my hands I hold the Baton
The race was on
On my own I, would try to out run my own shadow
Someone told me not to stand idle, light a candle
Too young to understand
 When the sun went down
That is when my fun Began
And I would run again
That became the name of the game
Fast Forward life in 3D Television
I am again reminded about a beautiful anecdote to my ear
A proverb to my heart
Not to stand Idle
For me to out run my own shadow
I need to light a candle
And not to put life on hold
All I had to do
Was to switch lanes,
While slowing down like a black and white TV turning knob
Because I now hold the Baton
Like the buttons in a present 3D Television remote.
At the push of a button
I am Enlighten
At the Push of a button
I am Brain washed
At the Twist of a knob
I am Enlighten
At the twist of a knob
 I found 

Copyright © Emmanuel Daka | Year Posted 2016

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THIS WEEK IN WAR BASEBALL (war is supposed to be crossed out; wheres strke thru text?)

Congress is bitching again, trying to make it look like they’re doing something.
But they don’t give a damn; career politicians know it’s a scam.
But do they know this is real? And realize the power they wield?
I don’t think they care that they’re shipping kids to battlefields for a war without reasons.
And the media doesn’t care or dare to ask questions that should be hanging in the air.
Who cares…..? whatever sells more advertising time.
And is george bush high? We should probably get him tested.
Neh never mind…. Instead let’s try to get steroids out of baseball, cameras out of 
football, fixes out of Bball, yeah just ignore this week at war and flip it over to sports center.


Copyright © oldcrow poet | Year Posted 2009

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Lovely Moments Lost Over Nothing

I caught a disease from those lips,
it was a poison that tasted intensely sweet,
and intoxicated for a long evening,
I couldn't get enough of kisses
and of that true delight of living;
could I lose someone I desperately seek?

Why am I pulling away from you with fear,
the sensual and lovely moments are lost
over nothing, over a delirious and crazy thought
that's making darkness colder without the pretty moonlight;
but is there another voice much sweeter?
No, you made me fall for you on a quite August night!

Lovely moments lost over nothing,
have cost me happiness and hugs;
and lonely as ever, I dedicate you songs..
detaching myself from reality and feeling!

Written on 3/4/2017

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2017

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They ran out on you

You cannot begin to feel the weight of this world
Until you have the true love you have found
They run out on you
Theres nothing you can do
Except keep the anger and pain from hurting you more
You need a sensation like you never felt before

You have been through more wars than England
You have lost more than dreams come true
They run out on you
Your too slow to stop the beginning
And you has bliss in everything 
Dont understand the reasons why your dealt this hand

They run out on you
Every thing good
Nothing bad is understood
They run out on you
You cant catch anything but your death
Catching cold on the things you hold

Copyright © Michael Pyatt | Year Posted 2015

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Back of The Classes

By Laura D
August 31, 2016

Through blurry lines that redesign my sunshine mind
I climb a height I never knew would drive me blind
There lies a forgotten sunset shore where my hair is longer
Where I'm a little bit stronger and their gaze never wanders

I dream this every night and wake up just the same
Too angular a face; My makeup is a game
My hunger never fades and somedays I can't see
Through every possibility where every day is just a breeze

I have anger in my heart and scars inside my head
Full of every dream i've had and all the words I've left unsaid
Bring back the empty words I never fully understood
The perfect face that stood in grace; enjoy the things I never could

Copyright © Laura Dee | Year Posted 2016