Best Hardball Poems
SISTER IN LAW
MY ONE AND ONLY SISTER IN LAW.
MY BROTHERS LOVE,MYBROTHERS WIFE.
TOGETHER YOU ARE GOOD AND RAW .
STUCK LIKE ONE IN YOUR LIFE
AT TIMES LIFE WILL PITCH YOU A HARDBALL
STICK YOU IN THE BACK WITH A KNIFE
AND STILL YOU DON'T LET YOUR SELF FALL
LIFE AT TIMES COMES REAL HARD.
STILL YOU HOLD YOUR HEAD UP HIGH
AND YOU ALSO STAND REAL TALL
MY BROTHER LOVES YOU HE CAN'T DENY
YOUR THE ONLY ONE I WILL CALL.
MY ONE AND ONLY SISTER IN LAW
WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU NOW.
WILL ONLY MAKE YOU LAUGH LATER.
DON'T LET NO ONE MAKE YOU HAVE A COW
REMEMBER YOU ARE A LOVER NOT A HATER
DON'T EVER THROW IN THE TOWEL.
YOU ARE YOUR OWN FRIEND,AND A CREATOR
I AM SO GLAD HE PICKED YOU.
WE BOTH ARE PICKY, WE HAVE OUR PRIDE.
SO ONCE AGAIN I'M GLAD HE PICKED YOU.
TO BE THE ONE BY HIS SIDE.
MY ONE AND ONLY SISTER AND LAW.
I.T.
S.K.A.T. POETRY
Categories:
hardball, sistersister, sister,
Form:
Rhyme
Football, volleyball, baseball, softball,
Racquetball, handball, basketball, hardball. . . .
There're lots of sports in the world you play with a ball,
And you can't play any of them if you're an oddball.
If you want to be good at any such sport,
You've certainly got to give it your all.
No such sport is as easy as playing with a snowball.
Choose one of those sports and pay all your attention to it.
If you don't devote your energy to it,
You'll surely fall into a downfall.
Before your practice, you shouldn't take a highball
Or any other kind of alcohol.
If you do, you may get into a pitfall.
During a game, there're numerous dangers to forestall.
If you don't take enough care, you may rush into a sidewall.
Or you may even get your head crushed against a stonewall.
Be on guard not to catch cold during a snowfall.
If you make any such blunder, you'll end up being a goofball.
After your practice, take a good rest, which is a real cure-all.
Whenever you feel dry in your nose, use a spray of aerosol.
If your girlfriend is with you, ask her to put on a camisole.
If she's a beautiful girl from Nepal,
Have her use a brilliant orange parasol,
Whose design reminds you of a refreshing waterfall.
If you feel uncomfortable kissing her,
Try some toothpaste with xylitol,
Perhaps with a little bit of menthol.
That may remind you of your ex-lover
Who spoke beautiful Provençal.
When you think you've eaten too much,
Start watching your level of cholesterol.
If you don't, you may be no better than a neanderthal.
If you do, your life will get back to a pastorale.
Well, I think that by now I've told you all.
(June 28, 2015)
Categories:
hardball, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Throw it, roll it,
Bounce it, pass it
Dribble it, bobble it
Kick it, toss it, miss it
Pitch it, hurl it
Heave it, sling it
Fastball, slider
Sinker, knuckler, curve
Underhand, sidearm
Overhand, 3/4 arm
Whiffle ball, tennis ball
Forehand, backhand, serve
Baseball, basketball
Football, volleyball
Golf ball, tennis ball
Hardball, softball, swerve
Matters not what sport you do
Or what result's deserved
Just go out and do your best
And play the game with verve
Categories:
hardball, baseball, basketball, football, fun,
Form:
Light Verse
Zila 'the killa' chinchilla as he was known
Sat in his villa on his golden throne
He was a marvel a maverick a real joker
A prancer, a chancer, a lifelong nonsmoker
Our boy 'the killa'.
Never mediocre, always bodacious
With girls he was, I say, flirtatious
Feeling alive never monotonous so audacious
Fur so soft they cried "goodness gracious".
That a boy the killa.
He put his looks to use
Cringey styles gave him abuse
On the catwalk flawless a real Zeus
Shuffling on four feet he did enthuse
The little bugger was let loose
Our furry friend the killa!
He did play hardball he made a racquet
His fame put him in a new tax bracket
Shops now selling his slick leather jackets
The naysayers who said he won't hack it
Killa's chirping like a feathery blue tit
Our dear old friend the Killa!
If there's something the Killa can teach us
To profit in this world you gotta have guts
Analyze that minus and change it to a plus
He made no fuss he never cussed
Call him a wus he will go nuts
He's one of us, the Killa!
Categories:
hardball, celebration, confidence, dedication, giggle,
Form:
Limerick
Everyday when his dad came home he was waiting there
This was the special time that his dad always had to share
He taught him to throw and to catch how to swing his bat
Every game he played front row is where his dad was at
Started off with tee ball and even then he was a superstar
Not one of the older kids could hit the ball near as far
Then he moved up to softball and what was clear to see
The boy had a natural gift as natural as a gift could be
When he made it to hardball believe these words are true
Matt was one of the best pitchers the world ever knew
Through school and into Collage there never was any doubt
Their best player step up to the plate, Matt would fan them out
Sometimes in life just when we start thinking everything is great
Whether or not we deserve what happens we meet a divesting fate
Matt was out on a Friday night after pitching a picture perfect game
With the stands full of pro scouts promising him a career and life of fame
His fastball clocked at 98 and his control was pinpoint on the spot
After every game he would hug his dad and tell him “Dad thanks a lot”
A drunk driver ran a red light and ended Matt’s career that night
Being left a Paraplegic as it turns out would be Matt’s final plight
A lesser man would have been angry he would wallow in his hate
But that path was not for Matt he just stepped right up to the plate
Became one of the worlds greatest sit down skiers, the first to do a flip
Matt didn’t just come back swinging he was swinging from the hips
You see Matt’s dad didn’t just play with him he taught him the game
He taught him how to fully believe in himself, the W by his name
What Matt learned from Baseball he taught to you know who
Long as you believe in and assert yourself, nothing you can’t do
Written in honor of Matt Oberholtz
who I was fortunate enough to meet
because my friend Nick Jenkins was
his roommate. Want to talk about a
cool guy ice cycles shot out the back
of his water ski. Oddly enough I wrote
Matt's poem for Matt's contest.
Categories:
hardball, hope, inspirational, life, loss,
Form:
Couplet
My molten core is bursting at the seams
Billowing ash and smoke circle above
Volcanic eruptions are on the rise
Intense balls of fire I toss from my glove
That damnation isle, this Icelandic land
Eating away at our profits, typically planned
This mother nature, no dollar sense
No bonus for us, can she redistribute and condense
Mankind has been playing hardball too long
His head's over-sized and his ego too strong
Iceland is but the tip of the iceberg
I'm now plotting the next eruption surge
There she goes firing of again
Airports are closing, grounding more aeroplanes
Tourism again hampered by her vociferous bellows
Which is a pain in the ass for us holidaying fellows
Don't toy with my gifts; I'll be more gentle
Your fine Earthly home is but a rental
Be kind to my creatures both great and small
Perhaps my fiery heart will cool down after all
Perhaps we have been harsh shooting from the hip
It's a trait of man, it's why we self worship
We appear to have grown a streak of selfishness
As we now look around at our self made mess
Categories:
hardball, natureself, self,
Form:
Quatrain
hardball demagogue
ruthless big shot Willie Stark-
women, gambling, guns
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Hollywood Haiku" via wattpad.com
Categories:
hardball, america, anger, corruption, film,
Form:
Haiku
I cannot stand playing hard ball, I'm a softball girl, ya know,
Hard ball is for men, I could get hurt by the balls they throw,
I would be too nervous to run to the base for fear that I would get hit,
Please God, put me back on the bleachers, it's too late..I know I cant sit,
Why couldn't I've been a cheerleader waving my pom poms in the air,
I wouldn't have to slide into home base and get dirt in my nails and hair,
Why was I built like a line backer, I get pats on the back from the guys,
They can't even see the sensitivity, the uniform is the disguise,
All they see is another player, my hair tucked under my hat,
If I tried to make the cheerleader squad I know I'm not cut out for that,
Categories:
hardball, baseball,
Form:
Light Verse
Dirty three piece suit,
walking with a vagabond attitude
Unregulated behavior,
got values that white collar pollute
You do whatever it takes
to get to the top
Willing to pay whatever the cost
to wipe the competition out
Getting low down dirty
to get to the top,
don’t bother you at all
Unscrupulous practices
are used to takeover a rival
All is fair in the business world
Stepping on and over anybody
to get to the top,
never seemed to concern you at all
You mockingly say:
better learn how to play hardball
The bottom line must always show
stock option growth ... black numerical
That will get you to the top
in no time
Business profits wear
heavy dividend wolf skin
Your sly, foxy mentor said: being
a corporate predator
was your true calling
Getting down in the gutter dirty
don’t faze you at all
Hurting others on the way up,
it mostly ain’t ever personal
Getting to the top ...
only cost to you was your soul
Categories:
hardball, business, career, identity, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
I'm from cute boys that
break your heart
to best friends that never
will
I'm from soaking up the sweet summer
rays
to chilling in the cool
winter
I'm from a softball hit 100 mph at you
to a hardball hit 0.01 mph at you
I'm from friends who
advise no drinking
to people with whom I
drink
I'm from acting all that
to getting what I
deserve
I'm from fitting in
to being a total social
outcast
to a person never seen
Categories:
hardball, addiction, , cute,
Form:
ABC
Grandma had a garden
that she carefully tended to
she talked to her fruits and veggies
as she made her walk through
On this particular day
my hardball went astray
landed smack in the middle
of her green garden inlay
Swiftly yet gently
she grasped me by the hand
proceeded to give me
a helluva righteous reprimand
all the yellow flowering blossoms
among the numerous rows of squash
'twas the only female producer
that my hardball had hit so harsh
My curiosity drawn to this enigma
If I wanted to eat
I learned I should take care of the stigma
My curiosity drawn to this enigma
If I wanted to eat
I learned to take care of the stigma
All the fine yellow blossoms
packed full of staunch sticky stamen
Ya'll it meant nothing a'tal
without the proud stigmas pheromone call
After that haphazard day
We often walked through her garden that May
I began to look at life in a gratuitous way
She would coax and water and sing
to that injured blossom
each and everyday
Yes that 'ol she bud began to wilt
I was filled with tremendous guilt
Stubbornly Grandma persisted
Though I was tempted to resist
Compassionately I assisted
Come morning dew
We witnessed fruit
Her squash gave birth that day
"The wilt was labor pains "
"Such is motherhood," she'd say
My curiosity drawn to this enigma
If I wanted to eat
I learned to take care of the stigma
My curiosity drawn to this enigma
If I wanted to eat
I learned how to take care of the stigma
Categories:
hardball, appreciation, caregiving, culture, family,
Form:
Lyric
we often get up and fight for many things in life
but in the end we fight and sometimes we lose
but sometimes the decision is not always mandatory
so when your time comes ask yourself what will you choose
sometimes life throws a hardball at us unexpectedly, it happens
sometimes it will have you feeling like throwing in the towel but don't
i was told that the lord would never give us more than we can bare
so instead of me saying I’ll try not to give up i will ensure that i wont
we sometimes work around people that are like vampires that walk at day
they always seem to smile with you and then try to hurt you in the end
i try to keep focus because i work for my family to keep food on the table
and i try to remember that not everybody that smiles with you is your friend
we are going to have relationships that we invest our all and everything in
but no matter how hard we work that relationship will end up causing pain
but be minded not to stress on the effort and time that you put out in it
but in the end always be thankful of the experience that you will gain
life as a way of teaching us very valuable lessons from bad experiences
but these experiences somehow strengthen us along our road to success
some would probably be blaming god that they are jinxed or maybe cursed
looking at where i am coming from to where i am at now i know i am bless
my mother told me that nothing in this life comes easily you got to work
the bible even told you that by the sweat of your brow so you will eat bread
live your life knowing that anything you want in life you have to work for it
and believe that there is always possibilities once you are alive not dead
I’m not easily moved the amount of obstacles thrown my way and I’m still here
i am a worker i work for what i want i never just give up without a fight
i am a person that stays goal orientated and i suggest you do the same
and i remember god in all i do so success will never be out of my sight!!!!
BY: Marlon A. Malcolm
Categories:
hardball, confidence, destiny, dream, encouraging,
Form:
Rhyme
Lucille Ball
Made us laugh, playing hardball
With dingbat displays
And clever, nonsensical ways!
Desi Arnaz
Caused mayhem with pizzazz
Zaniness we loved to view
As he broadened the hullabaloo!
September 30, 2021
Contest: Your Pick
Sponsor: Brian Strand
TV Show: I Love Lucy
Categories:
hardball, funny,
Form:
Clerihew
Girl she knew what she was doing; tightening up these screws...
Her beauty, knows how to play hardball; especially, when it all comes
Unto everlasting eternal love ? Painting corners at a thousand miles an hour
Atop their knees time bleeds these eyes but they wish and in life with she; you see.
Categories:
hardball, angel, baby, love,
Form:
Ushering in the tepid days of Spring;
subservient to Mother Nature's call,
April is the reason; sweet songbirds sing.
Flowers drink the rain April showers bring,
from a mere drizzle to a full-blown squall;
ushering in the tepid days of Spring.
As the migrating geese once more take wing;
wildflowers quickly sprout and start to sprawl:
April is the reason; sweet songbirds sing.
April melts the icicles that still cling,
and snows that covered the colors of Fall;
ushering in the tepid days of Spring.
Being born in April, I've felt Her sting,
and yet, although She sometimes plays hardball,
April is the reason; sweet songbirds sing.
As winter wanes, April frees everything,
wearing misty drops as Her morning shawl.
Ushering in the tepid days of Spring,
April is the reason; sweet songbirds sing.
Categories:
hardball, 10th grade, 9th grade,
Form:
Villanelle