Cricket Poems - Poems about Cricket

WHITEBALL.T20 contrived tip it &run cotton-candy*-cricket (*floss)...Read the rest...

When I was in my personal cell, ...Read the rest...

Cricket Bat My old cricket bat stores all the divisions of geological time. ...Read the rest...

I'M A CRICKET I feel like a cricket Tucked away in the thicket But with a brave mindset to put up new verses radiating with the rays Of the sun that rises in the deep west. Indeed I'm a cricket, So uprightly prostrate Dressed and...Read the rest...

bare legged cricket loudly speaks naked tall knees rub knee squeaky squeak ...Read the rest...

Hollow people masquerade  Down lonesome roads full of rock and bones Never finding what they don’t know they’re searching for… Under the silent moon the cricket stops Leaving the table too soon The blood drops Hollow people start to fade Reality drifts farther...Read the rest...

There once was a man named Galileo. To him, scientific knowledge we owe. He was the brainy inventor who said, "the earth ain't the center." I guess that was his basic ideo. There was a lady named Cleopatra. She was...Read the rest...

Discriminating palates garnish salads with shallots But when eating croquettes avoid mallets ...Read the rest...

gulp! ahurr ahurr ahurr “I swallowed a cricketer” he shouted with a cough but, we asked, in a joking scoff “do you not mean a cricket?” then to our amazement and in the very next minute he regurgitated a bat! which promptly flew back...Read the rest...

Cricketers playing on the lawn White figures on the grass The rhapsody of ringing phones Is heard as passers pass It’s just the picture of a large Idyllic sunny day Uneven shadows on the marge Are also in the play No pawns...Read the rest...

Hold me low, pin me under Says the cricket to the thunder In vibration intonation Sacred sonic open eyes Under fern and forest flurry Fits of fire feed the fury In the garden of the...Read the rest...

Elongated cricket did a two-step dance He had learned in the south of France He is dapper and distinguished my cousin said. I rolled my green eyes to the back of my head. He’s a cricket! A bug, nothing...Read the rest...

We go crazy in the head, when you lie with lie in bed. All are green lights, you don't see red ! No conscience cricket chirps in your calm corrupted head. To wither in a wasteland, we are...Read the rest...

It was in the month of December, evening. ...Read the rest...

And why not? The Lucky country Bodyline Human skittles Murder Incorporated Swing lube I sit with friends and We put Together our greatest XI To face Mars My father shouts, "That's out!" And the umpire gives it My son reads The Beano and is...Read the rest...