At Bat Poems - Poems about At Bat

... For decades, motor cars have driven past in haste, eyes not straying far from the highway to where, set back and obscured by scrub, an abandoned farm is slowly succumbing to rot. I catch ......Read the rest...

... "The Beetlejuice Past Your Eyes" “Well, where would you suggest I commence? Should we begin with the concept of pasteurize?” This said to the earnest listener, who views the prot......Read the rest...

... I melt into the plural sky its rippling tableaus of tomorrow underneath open light waves see-saws the labyrinth like Delphi tendrils crossing channels all the changing faces played automati......Read the rest...

...This poem made me feel powerful and less lonely Gave me permission to drag out my own macabre feelings I found myself flying toward brilliance, enjoying “bat on the wing” In a way, I felt this was......Read the rest...

...A Patron's Vanity [A protest poem]--- By Cherbo Geeplay How sunny the day becomes remains to be seen under these monsoon rains as a scarf hangs on the clouds, prodding to be noticed in ......Read the rest...

...I am a brand new baseball. The pitcher waits for the call. He holds me tight, Until the time is right. The pitcher lets me go. Through the air I flow. The bat has a powerful swing, But I end......Read the rest...

...words like: be, at, bat, ate, eat, able, tale, tab, late nine out of table......Read the rest...

...It was strange the cars, like stand alones, all unoccupied, dotting the dark wet stained streets, the moon licking puddles like a stray dog thirsty checking its reflection for a friend, ye......Read the rest...

...I cringed when I saw her coming straight toward me, she was kamikaze cat. She did not care who she took out, but she was swifter than a bat. Fearless, ready to die too, she brutally crashed into my......Read the rest...

...I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn, When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns. With a cup of aromal coffee, I'd watch y......Read the rest...

...7:15 on a Sunday evening Sparrows abdicate a sunny throne Chattering Coyotes scan the field Church doors are locked The swirling scent of incense settles Cold winds whistle ‘round the steeple A......Read the rest...

... I know a lady who sports two huge chins She even proudly shows off her bat wings Always smiles as she goes Never airs her sorrows Joy to the world this happy woman brings. This lady ......Read the rest...

...You left me all alone again in the therapist office we went over all the scenarios what we would say but there you were stunned knowing your head was bashed in your lip still bleeding from his brown ......Read the rest...

...A long, dark, lonely night. The aroma of my black coffee. A scary black cat. The color of the pen I use to write. The color of my hair flowing around me. The fluttering wings of a bat. As whi......Read the rest...

...« Finally my blood began to coagulate » (imagine that!) New contest’s bloody theme by fellow Matt! My instant fear that by the wicked fate I would sure bleed to death right off the bat. Once......Read the rest...