Best Softball Poems

Striekouts
On Base Percentage
Foul Ball
Teammates
Batting Average
Averages
Leadership
Love for the game...

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ERITREAN SOFTBALL GAME - 1959
One painful hot, and  Eritrean day,
More happenstance, than anything we'd planned,
Our softball field, was moulded in the clay
Of Africa, the...

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Hopefully the fly-ball catch
And around the bases dash!
Out for fun and maybe win
Play and play over again...

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Play Ball (Softball)

My daughters use to play softball
I wish I could have been to them all

Since my daughters don’t play anymore
I don’t have a team...

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It sure took me a while to get the hang of that bat.
The grip just wasn’t right.
With a friends’ help, I swung and hit;
probably, hundreds...

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She comes to bat with the score tied three to three.
Staring out at the pitcher,
she goes into her stance, 
just hoping the ball will come...

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Piercing screams slice the air
Creating a sense of joy with laughter
Coloring the moments in exhilaration
Left behind from some child’s imagination

Echoes of small feet darting and...

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To play as if today
Is your only chance.
Some say, “It’s just a game.”
Have they done the Victory Dance?

When hard-earned Victory
Was finally at hand,
Have they felt...

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> > 
> > A RECIPE FOR FUN
> > Author: Dennis Howe
> > February 2001
> > 
> > Take ten
> > seasoned ball players and...

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Jesyca


A little girl full of life with so much love
for her papa. It was love at first sight
when papa laid eyes on her at her...

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To know just where your're going

You must know where you've been

You must respect the history

The things others have seen

It's true in all things relative

Be it...

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This maybe a contest of sorts
But she said I can't write about sports
'Cause it's not funny of late
To see a man's ball deflate 
And have...

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She’s a daughter of those West Virginia hills.
Each morning she comes down from the holler,
And catches the bus going to another county.
She goes to a...

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Alone yet not alone
I thought i was alone
Alone in this ugly circumstances 
of no freedom 
Where grief are always 
Present in an heavy heart 
As...

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If baseball were life and 
innings were seasons,
I'd sometimes play the Center-
a neutral spot with few extremes,
time enough for Short Stop dreams.
Don't care to be...

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