Baseball Family Poems | Examples
These Baseball Family poems are examples of Family poems about Baseball. These are the best examples of Family Baseball poems written by international poets.
We used to be huge baseball fans
(The Yankees, but, of course!)
And followed all their games and cheered
Until our throats were hoarse.
Our fervor somehow waned and now
We couldn’t even name
The players on the team, although
We still enjoy the game.
While visiting Milwaukee,
We learned there would be a match
Of the Brewers and the Pittsburgh Pirates
Which we (pun!) could catch.
The Pirates pitcher, we found out,
Had quite an arm to wield,
So my husband got us tickets
And we headed to the field.
Their ballpark is a beauty
And we joined in with the crowd
Rooting for their favorite Brewers
As instructed – very loud!
At inning six, a race is held;
Five “sausages” compete.
The winner was Chorizo,
Bratwurst,* sadly, in defeat.
The final score was 4-2,
The Brewers with the prize,
The Pirate pitcher taken out,
Which was a big surprise.
Despite not being N.L.**fans,
We had a lot of fun,
For certain sayings hit the mark
And “When in Rome…” is one.
*The others include Hot Dog, Italian and Polish
**National League
Dedicated to Elena Eagle
My Daughter
On the Closing of Oakland A’s Stadium
9/26/2024
~ ~ ~
Your Grandpa is right there next to you,
Cheering on the A’s, with a beer or two!
Down from the skies of Heaven, he flew.
To be with his Grandaughter, feeling so blue!
He sees all the wonderful things you do,
For your family, you are magnificently true.
Proud of his smart grandson, six foot two,
And your husband, who’s been true to you.
He knows so well you will cry this Fall day,
When the A’s stadium, closes, their last play.
He wants you to not feel any deep dismay,
For the Oakland A’s will play yet another day.
Grandfather loves so you very, very much.
He came to earth for you to feel his touch!
Grandfather loves the great England bunch.
Eddie, he says will be in the MLB, Grandpa’s hunch!
9/30/2024
TO MY GROWN CHILDREN
For my four children I've been working
Almost every day
There was never enough time to play with you
There were baseball games, dance recitals
That you wanted me to come to
But with all the time working
There was never enough time for any of you
On weekdays and weekends, I had to do my chores
So it left very little time for you four
I may always say maybe the next time
Which I might have said so many other times
Sometimes I had to work all night
And I wouldn't see you to the next morning light
I know our lives are short, and days go by fast
And all your children grow up in a flash
Then I finally realized that my children
Are no longer by my side
And now I no longer have to provide
I still have pictures I can still look at
Showing me the past and the laughter
I'm retired now and once I was so busy
Now all my body and hands are still
And for me, these days are too quiet and hard to kill
I wish I could go back into the past
And change all the ways I reacted
And for my four grown children
I want to say I'm sorry, and I want to say you are all
One in a million and I love you all
The crack of the bat,
The roar of the crowd,
The smell of the earth,
In these hallowed fields.
The taste of the hotdog,
The sun in my face,
The warm gentle breeze,
In these hallowed fields.
The windup of the pitcher,
The call of the ump,
The anger of the batter,
In these hallowed fields.
The cheer of good friends,
The closeness of family,
The kiss of my spouse,
In these hallowed fields.
His knowledge was his untapped wellspring,
After 93 years of learning anew;
He valued knowing something about everything,
From construction & farming, to baseball & screws.
Early in life, a dairy farm taught him,
To think on his feet, with vast common sense;
Learning math at the sawmill, he estimated lumber,
And rebuilt old motors, appliances & fences.
For years he delivered, automobile parts,
To Tar Heel cities & Outer Banks towns;
Till one day, Wayne County rewarded his smarts,
With leadership to run, their buildings and grounds.
A Lion's Club/Odd Fellow—active for decades,
Making differences in the lives of many;
A loyal church member, a Jack of all trades,
Directing great efforts, that helped countless plenty!
Later in life, he started Smith’s Crafts,
With Logs that told Weather--Cow Clocks that told time;
Wrote a book on a bell, he loved to autograph,
Reading local history aloud, literary passion sublime!
His legacy is people, warm and loving,
Celebrating them in visits near and far;
Shelton Eugene Smith, Sr. a one-of-a-kind,
Honored by many, remembered by all!
(In honor & Memory of one of the world’s most fascinating men)
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 to go and be like that
Why don't you just be like John Wayne
Why'd you go and have to die
Why don't you just be like John Wayne
Even he cried sometimes
Life never looked so bleak
Than the day you left me
It's easy to forgive sometimes
But this ain't one of those times
Sticks and stones may break my bones
Glass houses are all I've known
From the salt shaker to the baseball bat
Why'd you have to go and be like that
Why don't you just be like John Wayne
Why'd you go and have to die
Why don't you just be like John Wayne
Even he cried sometimes
Life has many ups and downs
Personally more ups than downs
A happy long life with many more years
A bunch more smiles than frowns
Surely one of the fortunate ones
The genes were a very huge factor
Ten kiddies and us at a baseball game
We had our own cheering sector
Nine were girls and then li'l ole me
The talk of our little old burg
The Ellison's have finally produced a boy
Biggest news our town had heard
Dancing in the streets, parties all night
A celebrity at a tender young age
Predicted to be spoiled with all those girls
To fawn over this sweet wee babe
Turned out sweet, a stunning specimen
Can still bring it can still have fun
It's getting tougher and tougher, though
That's about it and I'm done!
Well that's my life in a nutshell, my friends
Unique I guess you could say
In this modern age of smaller families
Our story is rare nowadays
A seed has been planted in the minds of man,
Where comfort's blanket is taken, & no longer the plan.
Confidence, now shaken, seems fragile to the core.
Lengthy marathons are but a memory, not like before.
Schedules & venues, blown to bubbles now, how can it be?
While performing in solitude, less the crowd & family.
While short-lived, there's a residue, leftover & unseen.
As players test those filters, wondering how they're clean.
A Modern Cinquain
~Baseball~
Sport
Fun, challenge
Swinging, running, fielding
Fantastic, afternoon, family, joy
Exhilarating
June 3, 2020
9am PST
Poem # 1,216
The dog's at the door
Leash, collar, mask, rubber paw pads
The cat's doing three to five for
Shredding the toilet paper
The FBI fingerprint lab
Has ceased operation
Arrests are down
Everyone's wearing rubber gloves
And a mask
The Care Bears......DON'T
Virtual kisses smudge the screen
Virtual bar rooms
Together....but drinking alone
I caught the children watching
The Great Escape
My grandson now sleeps
With his baseball glove
My granddaughter stole
A spoon at supper
So how's your sanity holding up??
^^^^^^^^Email Insanity^^^^^^^^
We are ecstatic over baseball, basketball, soccer, tennis
and football!
We relish snowflakes and the warmth of the sun.
And NASCAR, races? Why, we would not miss one!
But a phone call to one another simply cannot be placed.
My parents would call this both a familial and a friendship's
ultimate disgrace.
Which of us dies first? Me? You? Your husband or wife?
We are dreadfully dismissive of how very tenuous our life is.
An Emoji cannot replace a human voice!
So~Unless you are the CE0 of Amazon or leader of a country,
Just give your dear friends or relatives a jingle.
They will feel it's Christmas so go ahead, and be their Kris Kringle
You'll give them a warm tingle!
July 22, 2019
1:18pm PST
family picnic
italian sandwiches
by baseball diamond
posted on July 5, 2018
It was a trip that started
'fore my classmates departed
And we're headed somewhere I didn't know
Breakin' out early
On an unexpected journey
I was only too happy to go
Hopped in with Mom
And the priest Father John
And Dad who drove the wagon to somewhere
I asked where we goin'
They said dontcha be worryin'
'Cause I think you'll like it when we get there
This is called tailgating
Said my Pop as we ate in
The lot and I remember the cold chicken we had
Thousands of people
Passin' by in the aisles
Throwin' balls and drinkin' beers like mad
Then we made our way up
To the top of the boxes
And the very moment that happened then
Standing next to the Pastor
For years ever after
I'd recall it only with an Amen
To see the light of Heaven
At the age of seven
Transcendental wasn't a word I then knew
But it seems to me now
The Lord was showin' me how
Baseball and family are the things that are true
My little scars healed
As the Crew took the field
And Molitor and Yount came to bat
And Mom took my hand
And we cheered to the end
And I knew this was where I'd always come back
February 25, 2017
DURHAM BULLS
A triple-A minor league team,
most remember Bull Durham the movie.
I, the most spectacular firework set,
in the stormy sky. The kind of lightening show,
I think I shall never see again. The stands erupted
with screams and yells
“Chicken! Chicken! Chicken”
Well, we are in the South, with their choice of entertainment.
Looking left and right, wondering at the uproar.
The ground wet, the sky still, a mini diamond
for a balking bird, a mascot of sorts,
running bases, while the crowd cheers.
The game back on, after sweeping away flood waters.
Every home run produces red eyes and a snort, steam
aggressively fighting from the nostrils of the famous bull.
My young nephew,
proudly walks away with a team jacket.
Whether the game was won or lost, I don’t remember,
except we had such fun. Our American past time,
memories last forever.
2/21/2017
He should have been hours of baseball pitches and empty cartons of ice cream,
but he was really hours of screaming matches that I was too young to understand and a few slaps here or there for not wanting to go to bed that early.
He should have been daddy-daughter dates and late night movies,
but he was really daddy dates with his golf clubs and beer and late night arguments that I could hear even under three blankets and two pillows squeezed tightly against my ears.
He should have been a loving husband and someone who truly cared for us,
but he was just loving to himself as he left his wife so depressed and overwhelmed that she raised the kids on her own all while having late night crying sessions on the bathroom floor because it wasn't getting any better and she must never forget the two more hours he works which means she needs to put dinner on the table by herself too and he only cared for the mask he put on and not for the people he was hiding under this mask that covered the pain and fear I buried deep from my first breath.
He should have been a father,
but he was really just a stranger that I was forced to love.