Curveballs Poems | Examples

Playing Ball

Curveballs come and they go
They exist in mere
Fragments of time
As they test our consciousness
And stretch our faith
They provide us with an opportunity to define
Who we really are

Curveballs come and they go
They are not meant
To rip us apart
As they challenge our focus
And strengthen our hope
They provide us with a fresh start
On a journey of self-renewal

Curveballs come and they go
They rouse within us
A defining change
As they lift our perspective
And expand our goals
They provide us with a range
For our dreams

Curveballs come and they go
They refine us so that we
Extract the best
As they raise the curtains
That lay bare our souls
They provide us with the tests
To emancipate our hearts

Enough

They’re never happy,
The world’s selfish hands always expect more,
I’m never enough,
And I probably never will be.
I just want to be loved,
Without being asked to change,
They’ve all let me down so far,
I’m not enough for them.
All of them eventually turn their backs on me,
My heart has been broken so much,
That the words “I love you “,
Are starting to sound like a lie.
I wish I was as beautiful as the other girls,
And that people would stop calling me ugly,
But that’ll never happen,
Because I’m still not enough.
The world crushed me,
All those words are bullets,
Shot straight through my shattered heart,
Passing through every ventricle.
I can’t handle all the curveballs,
Thrown at me one after another,
They force me to put on a brave face,
But I’m not strong enough.
I just want someone to hug me,
And tell me I’m enough,
But I know they won’t,
Because I’m never enough.

These Scars

  My scars lives inside and out seems undetectable to
the unaided eye. These scars

Damaging effects traumas, pangs layers of scars one
may not understand, Me, Myself and I. These scars

Curveballs of epiphanies, tactics; Full of blindside's
thrown at me in all directions, now in distress and
torment wants to be friend me. These scars

Booby traps launched beyond one's control. These scars 

Questions often hovers over my crown why? I deserve 
these damaging effects. These scars 

Pondering should I throw in the towel? Almost held me
hostage, draining my will to press on towards my journey.
These scars

I'm no longer your prisoner set me free, So I can meet my
destiny, you no longer have power over me. These scars

That's Just What I Say

I've crossed many bridges in my life, some in which I gladly walked across and some in which I would have gladly stepped back on and walked the other way.
 
You all know the old saying- "If I coulda, woulda, shoulda" Well, I probably definitely "shoulda" But I can't re-do what has already been done, but you know what, that's okay. 

One must not dwell on the past. Thou shall keep on movin' on, rid the bad vibes and feelings and try to create positive thoughts, ideas, moments and memories. Live and love life yet another day.  

Besides, who knows what turns and curveballs that would have been tossed at me If I hadn't decided to walk the path I've traveled. My life could have just been tossed away. 

I coulda been this, or I woulda done that, I shoulda been this, or I shoulda done that. No, I shouldn't have. I shoulda done just what I did, I say.  

I would never have turned the other way, for me, that's okay. I will live and love life yet another day. My life won't be wasted away, I've done just what I shoulda, and that my friends is just what "I" say

Poetry Badminton

That’s how some poets roll the the dice here, don’t you see?
I think it makes sense, if your life is all about me, me, me!

Old poetry friendships ………like garbage, tossed dowm
a mildewed, stenchy, drain.
As some “must “ be read or you are tossed out like a cat in 
the cold, pelting, raim!

They forgot those old days, when they wrote little and had 
Very few readers.
But now, you are useless friend, and tossed into the trash, 
like a broken, comfy, living room seater?

So, don’t feel bad, if this happens to you, they forgot you, 
so move on.
For you have  a poetic gift, with fun, beauty and inspiration 
to pass on.L

And yes, you can read any other poets who do not 
read you.
Poetry badminton, is a sad game, I most
heartily eschew!

Life throws curveballs our way, but it’s not great 
to live as though comments  were our all.
Spouses, childhood friends, church,pets, life 
celebrations ..demand our all.

We are duped into thinking that keystrrokes
mean friends.
I used to think so, too but learned that’s where 
the story sadly ends.
          
                      ~Poem 2~

                       3/9/2024

Expectations

We set high expectations -only to be thrown curveballs along the way

Game Plan

Life throws curveballs
Wait to swing, till one is hung
Could be a home run!

Tongue Tied

Whenever my speech simply stalls 
 meet one of my biggest downfalls;
They have been built high by curveballs;
 Forgive my walls, forgive my walls;

It’s so hard for me to confide,
I know that there’s nothing to hide; 
 It may leave me on the outside 
a bit tongue tied, a bit tongue tied.

Reality

In reality
There’s no such thing
As a perfect parent
Even though our kids
Think we are
Perfection belongs to God
Most parents try to do their best
But life sometimes throws
 Curveballs too 
Which often happens 
At the wrong time
Causing them not to be
One hundred percent

Delving Deeper

The comment hurt and I withdrew
My response was brief as I promptly ended our conversation
Thoughts flooded through my mind
"He doesn't need me" "He has her now"
A truth that I sometimes still find difficult to accept
We shared a special, one-of-a-kind connection
A mutual, multi-level intimacy that we both cherished and carefully tended
A bond that neither of us had ever had with anyone else...

Everyday, I am reminded of what I need to do to avoid getting hurt
Honour the boundaries I've put in place
Establish and reestablish those lines
Yes, I have made progress...

And yet, here I am
Dodging strikes and curveballs that life loves to throw
Feeling side-swiped and unsettled by another round of letting go
Knowing that engaging only makes me want to delve in deeper
The way I'm used to
The way WE used to

And that's where my big heart gets me into big trouble
You'd think I would know by now
Because it lures and leads me to the place I've worked so hard to stay away from
The place that always ends up leading me...here

Life's Curveballs

LIFE’S CURVEBALLS

A past time of getting hit by a curveball, would send me off my trolley
Now I see it, catch it, as return it to sender, with one all mighty volley

Indiana Shaw . . . ; )

Walking the Razor's Edge

Cursed with misadventure
       and persisting hardship,
  he still walks the razor's edge
        And he walks through
              shards of glass
      with both feet bleeding.

        He's stubbed his toe
      on one too many rocks
            making his way
  through the bumpy pathway
  of life; despite his struggles,
  he remains resolute in spirit.

     He encounters mountains; 
many stand towering over him,
      but he never turns back
        or gets around them.
        He keeps on climbing 
              to the summit.

         Life hasn't been kind.
  It has thrown him curveballs, 
       it has beaten him down
       and tested his resolve,
               yet he smiles
               through it all.


Life's Struggles- Any Form - Updated- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 03/04/2021

Pistachios and Skyscrapers

I'm spending vacation in my little room
didn't plan it that way
but my loves decided to not work with me
must be the post Xmas blues..
so, I'm living off stocking stuffers.
Designer coffee 
Pistachios and 
a Jupiter sized bag of m&ms. 

This situation is necessary for not. But unsustainable.

I'm also binging on documentaries...
about self-absorbed souls trying to gain foothold.
Find their nest in the muck and mayhem of living.
catching curveballs with unmasked faces
stitching themselves up with the devil's thread.
Branding the world with their flavor of selfishness
climbing skyscrapers only to become one with sediment...
I'm not nearly as screwed in the head as them.

Love 2

I told you I'll leave Love alone,
When I go heal the pain that aches,
Just at home is broken to know what love takes,
Late nights wandering in the hell I came cross a pic,
Of the summer night when you an I were well, knowing what love is, to know what love does when you love someone and they dont back,
Soon the world shakes, depression walks in after you fought in the last round,
Throwing curveballs life waiting what you'll play,
Love is love no matter where it comes,
These lates nights love was speaking to me while I was deaf,
Opportunities knocks i was scare to open the door,
Allow love to see the pain it left to know it'll heal again.

A Softer Curveball

He ran the world and when he thought of stopping,
the race track played another trick on him.
His wild hair halo 'round a face, with beads
of fine salt tickle, tease.  They run down his neck.
Then, as evening entered on the blood orange
gravel, and nebula witches whirled upon the
green grass, he stopped and stayed and stared.
Alone there, he dropped the manly guise,
his gait a slow lush grace with careful steps.
His arms gracefully wrapped around the one,
that during daytime, always will be known as he,
but night throws softer curveballs at her.
A shy butterfly, stepped out of a soft cocoon,
ready to step back into a life of caterpillar.

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January 17, 2017

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