Ballpark Poems - Poems about Ballpark

... they built a ballpark over my bones, laid asphalt like a priest's last lie— no headstone, no name, just beer guts and baseball caps spilling nacho cheese where I once bled. I was twenty-thr......

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... I hold three magic rocks, in my hand Rolling them over and over and over Leaving this reality behind, far behind Prompt by Constance La France Mirages aplenty, wow the haze is......

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...Glimitz! According to your order - pronounce, I weigh less than an ounce. As gratchens flame and fly, to my disdain, I wonder, have you got a light? A conference call, a violin, a gently rap......

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...Loud silence tends to speak in a definitive tone The derivatives are broken english singing a similar song An ape is just a copy taking a swing for the stands The ballpark in another league on......

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...I intend to enjoy summer and the sun, warming my ancient skin. Once, I said goodbye to summer because one season must yield to the next, and it was time to attend school and learn. I said goodby......

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...Jackie Robinson and I go way way back To the spring of nineteen forty-six A Montreal ballpark on a April afternoon The day the world was transfixed The colour barrier that existed in ba......

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...The Cubs are still winning In fact, they're red-hot Out of 17 games, they've won quite a lot Out in L.A., they took five out of six even for a great team, a very good trick Le......

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...If I had an IQ of 17, would this be normal? My son, with cerebral palsy, no language capacity, no LeftBrain ability to read or write or speak using linguistic tools, with no hint of verb......

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...Reuniting with old friends is always lots of fun, Because it’s been years since we’ve seen each other. Back at the ballpark again for baseball in the sun Swapping stories about our new lives as mo......

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...I. Early Childhood’s Gifts Gift 1: Is love felt from our parents, our friends a true gift or more something we earn bit by bit over time, (a child adds to, subtracts from, as days turn to years......

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...Quatrain 1 Sitting alone at nadir in serpentine sloth; it is placed on the breeding typo. A slight failure comes out of the emptiness and makes successful that which should not be believed in the......

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...I sat on the beach sifting time through my hands. I felt like a slot machine whore. The ocean was preaching her Siren’s demand I abandon my past at the shore. So, I shook off the sand, turned my ......

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...The crack of the bat The arc of the ball It lands over the fence Gives the fans a thrill Close play at the plate A headfirst slide Clouds of dust raised He's safe; game's tied! Ch......

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... Just in case this is something you didn't know before: the Dodgers don't play baseball in Brooklyn anymore. Ebbett's Field is a ballpark we will no longer see. It was torn down, and is n......

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...Another baseball season begins and as teams vie for fortune and for fame…I’m reminded of the time I tried to teach my children…. THE INTRICACIES OF THE GAME It was years ago when we took our ch......

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