Best Ball Up Poems

It was in the mists of morning, beneath the rising morning sun,
We had come to conquer Ft. Langley, It was me and Al and John.
We had all teed off quite nicely, on number one I scored a seven,
But Al warned me that one was easy...

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if your heartbeat could ponder to fathom mine what a miracle it would be

if your hand could reach out to encircle mine what a miracle it would be

if your sweet lips could sing like honeydew for my soul what a miracle it would be

if an...

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(Talking to the mirror)
I done just about had enough of you,
I know what's coming next,
so get it over with quick, will you
I'm not giving up my lunch money again,
and no more of your homework gets done by me
Today is my personal holiday,
starting today, I'm living...

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As i dive into a pool of my own blood with sweat in tears i hope to see a sign from u. i cry and ask god to shine his light to guide and see me through. i ball up as i hit the floor...

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Take your own sweet time, and let others keep time.
Tea for two always ends up in a hell-uv-a bellowing brew ;    
        tea and sympathy in a hullaballoo.
The choice between Scylla and Charybdis is like...

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There is a lot of responsibility for a shortstop.
Many times, I field the ball on the hop.
As sure as I breathe and am alive, 
I often have to snare a hard line drive.
I become a catalyst for a double play.
We must keep the opponents from...

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Week six.  
There is a natural disaster occurring, tsunamis of 
morning queasiness Monday through Friday, Tuesday's
lunch on my favorite pants, denial dances on the weekends.
It was Sunday. One word, two syllables causes a tornado 
of emotions, hurricanes of tears hit my hands and pours...

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THE MOON
We’ve a friend up there ever so high
A bright ball up in the sky.
There’s a full moon in June
When romance is enhanced, 
And young men on their knees,
 Oft’ submit marriage pleas.

Made of cheese green,
One week later can be seen
To have been nibbled upon
By...

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I have ADD.

Having... what I have's like playing billiards*!
I aim my thoughts
like a cue ball at a stripe**
and hit a solid** color...

It wipes me out!  I forfeit my next shot!
My Critic-of-all-dreams does the thinking, then!
And THEN, it seems my friends all make their shots,
And...

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Right now There are millions of words that can describe the difference between you and i/ in fact it's bout the same as many times as I thought of dying/ it's not something I'm of afraid of/ I just feel bad for the days I...

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my mark is fresh like snow in air
brisk and mist will crisp on hair
fists ball up from risk to care
whisper and stare but all is fair
love and reason, flow like seasons
the endings blending and quite seeming
parts of hearts, tho awake or dreaming
half is seeing, the...

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Her eyes widened,
Not once did I stop to notice that this was the first time
These words came from my mouth.
Through action yes but never once did I stop to pay attention that I've never said it before.
The words that caused this sudden hesitation.
I mean throughout...

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bloodless coup,the strip nigh high,the begging art do fold arm of wooden bosom.mine own 
eye's be still,grand of nay one thousand hands do object to folding tents and calling rents 
paid in divisions and ceromonies.i am tempted to ball up paper and wax the floor...

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Rainy Day in Baseballland
Inspired by: Casey at the Bat

It was a rainy day in Baseballland
The players were home in bed
One rookie rolled over his eyelids a flutter
With dreams of a stand-up triple running through his head

The cleats and spikes were all on hooks
Along with mitts,...

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When one tiny atomised shrimp meets a third of a Christmas pudding it is known as a classic meeting of minds. But not if the meeting takes place in an office or a chamber. That is just quite uncharacteristic and unchartered for the chatting chin...

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