Best Bleacher Poems

Sloths, the slowest creature
slowest mind
slowest feature
as you sit upon that bleacher
waiting for a simple teacher
you feel something is missing 
yet nothing is missing
you want something to be missing 
to find something fitting 
this is like a record
always repeating
life is slowly leaving 
hearts barely beating 
the...

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A Chicago Cubs-Fan Prayer!
 In nomine patri et fili spiritu of Ron Santo
 Let us all give thanks for Ernie Banks
                       Let us...

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I bring hit after hit like a boxer
You haters' inconsistent
Everybody's on the same vibe
Mine's kinda' different
Verse hot, hook hot--
I'm gon' sellout soon as I drop
Verse hot, hook hot--
I'm gon' sellout soon as I drop

Minor in poetry, fine-arts major

Doctor goon on deck, call this a fear-factor

I'm...

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A Chicago Cubs-Fan Prayer Answered! 

In nomine patri et fili spiritu of Ron Santo!
Let us all give thanks for Ernie Banks! 

Let us play........, two! 

Our Father, who art in Wrigley Field
Hallowed be thy ivy covered Brickhouse walls! 
Thy new stadium will come, the owners...

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Mr. Cub, take me out to the ballgame! 
 
                               A Chicago Cubs-Fan Prayer! 
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THE VOLLEYBALL GAME

feet on plastic,
bleacher   c r a c k s.

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What are the characteristics of a teacher? 
Always, this question, I hear. 
There are teachers out there more interesting than a bleacher. 
I wanna be a teacher that treats students like a dear. 

I remember experiments from teachers because I experience it. 
These are the...

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To be a Cubs fan is to be
the audience of a Greek Tragedy
Sweet is the pain as we pay admission 
To bow down in October submission
Leaving bitter taste through the winter
Clinging to the lofty dreams of a winner

Commiserate and complain in the offseason
Some even threaten...

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My inspiration She is born, 
And with a brush of my thumb,
I can feel all her bones, 
I hesitate to hold her at first,
So small--but fills me with enough to burst,
Makes me swear to never curse,
Or let her ever hurt
Or allow her to wear any...

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Beyond the invincible Death,
Past the infectious Icons,
The ever-winding spatial staircase,
And the crack between Time and Space,
Lies the unconscious mind, the ethereal plane, and the land of the lost.
I have traveled miles to be here,
And there are miles to go before I wake.
On a vaguely familiar...

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Written April 14, 2017


It's easy to fall in love
Even easier to break apart
I've been trying for six long years
To mend this broken heart

You used to talk to me so sweet
My biggest fan in the bleacher seats
From the rose bush to the baseball bat
Why'd you have...

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Cycles
by Michael R. Burch

I see his eyes caress my daughter's breasts
through her thin cotton dress,
and how an indiscreet strap of her white bra
holds his bald fingers
in fumbling mammalian awe...

And I remember long cycles into the bruised dusk
of a distant park,
hot blushes,
wild, disembodied rushes of blood,
portentous...

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There once was an old lady from Maine.
Born in Virgo, a critic, quite plain,
her zest for punctuation
caused poetic frustration,
but they cared for her all of the same.

While writing one day this fine teacher
met her match a right handsome preacher
he dissected her acts
found her lacking in...

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The space between what could have been
And the place he is living now. 
Started out as a tiny path
Became a major road somehow. 

At seventeen the dream was real
There was a contract in the cards
Quarterback of the football team 
Who had thrown one thousand yards

But...

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The smell of hot dogs, fresh grass, and stale beer
A constant dull drone from the Bleacher Bums
“Take Me out to the Ball Game”, sung aloud
Infield raking dust, by busy grounds crews

Seventh inning stretch at old Wrigley Field
Ivy covered walls, with a losing streak
Uniforms with faces...

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