Batter Poems - Poems about Batter

...Chitter chatter bitter batter I am trying to think Chitter Chatter Can I eat with you? I turn and growl. They leave quickly. Chitter chatter bitter batter Same story as yesterday and the day......Read the rest...

... Foreboding of a tempestuous storm, it blackens as it draws near, a cumulonimbus in towering form, extending to the troposphere, So cast off mooring and slacken the line, break free whil......Read the rest...

...Diving for the ball, Balling into a dust- Orange roll, The catcher tossed it back to the pitcher After a ball three, and walked up to him. The descent of the night's sky Made the ballfield lig......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...

...from your first born, when you grab a dusting of talc, crushed with late night feeds, stirring in bouncing and stories on a knee, adding a layer of stumbled steps, with a batter thickly made of le......Read the rest...

... A mother sat and watched her daughter playing with the other girls, whose parents had also come to watch the performance. They gathered in clumps, chatting brightly, awaiting the start. The girl......Read the rest...

...These lines were written for a contest about aging on another poetry site. They do not reflect my attitude about the process, nor should you allow them to affect you. My sorrowful thoughts w......Read the rest...

...I am not allowed to be it Not allowed to show it Can't be visible Can't be seen Be anyone Wash me Hide me Cover me up Pretend I am someone that I am not Pretend that I am some sorta......Read the rest...

... Aided by the wind, entities take flight like prismatic colors- talismanning chanced direction "of watering misfit eye", looking for a new place to touchdown and......Read the rest...

...Sheriff Koplin has ridden East to gather a few other folks who decided to leave the city and head West, hoping to settle in Milton Creek. I'm sure whoever they are will be good people and will be mad......Read the rest...

...The crack of the bat, The roar of the crowd, The smell of the earth, In these hallowed fields. The taste of the hotdog, The sun in my face, The warm gentle breeze, In these hallowed fields. ......Read the rest...

... I’ve had my share of Pitiless times from years gone before. Most have dragged my bleeding knees over life’s dirty floors. I’ve got scars decorating my body that still cause me pain, and h......Read the rest...

...Get out of my head mister chatterbox! Ransacking treasure trove of maximum headroom. To remedy a fate worse than death or orange hair oaf becoming forty seventh president or contracting o......Read the rest...

...Is like a time bomb of words waiting to explode...driven up the road to a new way of thinking....blinking rhythms with words...bringing myself to mind shrinking antics linking...my poetic mind to an ......Read the rest...

... To please her newly married hubby she asked his mother for her recipe: a cake with bourbon, rum, and gin and tasted each before added in. Needless to say, it never made the oven and no des......Read the rest...