Baseball Acrostic Poems | Examples
These Baseball Acrostic poems are examples of Acrostic poems about Baseball. These are the best examples of Acrostic Baseball poems written by international poets.
Boys must perfect their batting stroke.
Once done, and they hit a home run,
You'll find that yonder window broke.
Before my first kiss or chivalrous embrace
A throbbing pulse in my heart started to race
Sweetly, my love for you began to grow
Knickerbockers I love to watch and I never miss The Lake
Show
Every time I see you, inhale you and hold you in my hands
This sweet sensation I feel most will never understand
Baseball is cool and I like the 'old pig skin'
An all-American pastime that warms my heart and makes
me grin
Love Jones I got for this beautiful brown round thing
Love Jones I got it, and it's not just some fly-by fling
Happy 14th Birthday
Eddie!
F-Favorite, my favorite human
being~ that's you!
O-Optimism,that sparkles in you,
U-Understanding, oh,you always
have!
R-Respectfully, is how you treat
everyone!
T-Treasure, you are, since the
minute you were born!
E-Enchantment, oh my, that does
describe you!
E-Effortlessness in baseball, your
honors in studies and piano,too!
N-Nana, so very grateful for every
minute, I was blessed to be
with you!
Love you, Nana
September 7, 2020
7pm PST
War Veteran
Wanting
All
Reminders
Vanished
Eliminating
Thoughts
Every
Recollection
Agonizing
Never-ending
Little brother to big brother I had to ask, lol
Q: What was it like to kill someone?
A: The first one was like shooting at a target in training
Q: What was it like to get shot in the head?
A: Like getting hit with a baseball bat
Q: Were you afraid?
A: Yes, all the time
Q: Can I have your Purple Heart?
A: NO!! lol
I watched my brothers soul change from innocent
To, memories, thoughts and feelings of killing another
At the time with no remorse yet after years of remorse and
Mental pain never being able to forget!
That becomes one constant Bad Dream still fighting
A war that will never end! Mental wounds of war!
Still to this day I thank God I never had to go into battle and see what he saw!
What a magical night.
I drowned in your caress.
I'll always remember how cute you looked.
In your silk mini dress.
Pretty long legs.
All lovely and tan.
Looking so good.
You could light up a baseball stand.
When you walked.
All the guys' heads did turn.
For a moment with you.
They would walk through fire.
And get burned.
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
-C.A.Saputo xoxo
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.
5/23/15
For Debbie Guzzi's "Batter Up" contest
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 wasn't 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 on,
Headed straight for its target.
(Acrostic)
5/19/2015
12/21/2022
Poetry In Motion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
What you sayin?
We own it
For the morning of the lord
To the night
Greatness
Don’ start
Tarty mart
BASEBALL
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
D edicated and determined, for 15 years or more.
E xtraordinary talent, that Baseball fans adore!
R evered by other athletes, for the example that he sets.
E ncourage our kids to be like him, and we'll have no regrets.
K eeping real high standards, is something he will yield.
J ust isn't any problem, both on and off the field!
E xcellence seems to be his goal, at least that is his game.
T hough he knows it's unattainable, he keeps trying just the same.
E xpect no less from this great guy, he's unique, and that's a fact.
R espect is automatic, cause he's a real "Class Act"!
Congrats to Derek
W hen you go to someone's wedding
H ave you done so in clothes that are unsuitable?
E ver shown up for an evening out wearing shorts?
R emember the times when we "dressed" for dinner?
E ven now, some do so.
I t isn't everyday that special things happen in our lives...
S trange how inadequate we are in showing respect.
T here are times when a casual attitude is not offensive.
H ovever, that is for the mundane.
E ach one of us makes choices with regard to events in life.
R ecently, I attended the memorial for a friend's mother.
E very one who was there knew that this was a somber occasion.
S ome, however, did not take the time to think about their demeanor.
P erhaps we have gone overboard with our "casual" attitudes.
E xpectations for me are that one would come dressed for the ceremony.
C asual attire and wearing baseball caps are fine at a picnic, but
T hen, I was taught that social graces begin at home.
School Days!
By the Poets Listed After the Poem
Summer HOT fun filled days with plays and toys
Cease! And school begins for girls and for boys.
Holidays in the winter and the spring,
Outdoors sports: football, baseball and swim team.
Old friends and new friends are joined together.
Laughter and learning gifts of forever-
Ding. Dong. Ding. Go inside. It’s time to spell.
Arithmetic. Reading. Writing. DO TELL!
Youngsters when asked what they like to do best.
Simply answer, of course, “We love recess!”
Contributing Poets: (Listed in alphabetical order) Carol Brown, Deborah Guzzi, Carrie
Richards, Dane Smith-Johnsen, and
Sharon Weimer (We did it!)
The crowd stood up and roared as
he came up to bat and scored
entertaining our rowdy bunch in center field.
Say Hey was born a poor black boy in
Alabama and went all the way to the big leagues in New
York and then to the S.F. Giants.
His real name was Willie Howard Mays, Jr. wearing number
eight for twenty-two
years until his final game in 1973.
Kind as kind could be and much beloved, he was
inducted into the Hall of Fame in 1979
doing baseball the old-fashioned way. Say Hey !!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For Matt's baseball contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~