Baseball Imagery Poems | Examples
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Solitary walk beneath a moonlit night sky.
Sparkling river reflects moonlight as I walk by.
Geese are flying in the clouds so high.
I also see the northern lights in the sky.
Not so solitary anymore, people at the baseball field.
Houses and a church with their lights, I put on an eye shield.
Suddenly a tree appears to look like a person, so I yield.
The street light flickering brighter as the truth was revealed.
Dogs are suddenly barking from houses afar,
As I walk the street viewing glowing islands so far.
Clouds unveiling the night stars, then I see a bright star.
As I continue to smoke and fill my lungs with tar.
Solitary walk beside a moonlit river sparkling forever.
I am listening to music that fills me with fervor.
My heart pacing steadier as I take in the flavor
Of a delicacy of a drink on which I sip and savor.
Gazing on this lilac tree
Blooming here in front of me
Its scented petals fill the air
Springtime's sweet romantic fare
A simple love is what I seek
Dear Bluebird, may I kiss your beak?
Or mon cheri, a little dance
Somewhere far away in France?
A bicycle that's built for two
An Alpine ride, just me and you
A baseball game at Citifield?
Just tell me, to your whims I'll yield
Let me show you my old home,
Comb all the places where I've roamed
Then finally where I hid the note
When of my love for you first wrote
Small stadium built in the late forties,
minor-league once, but has been left behind,
built with girders and backless, wooden seats,
a local relic of an older time.
The players look so young, barely can shave,
the pitching is rough and some balls are dropped,
a few have been drafted by big league names,
one has promise, at ninety-four was clocked.
Young kids run around, and between innings
some do wacky races upon the field,
but have fun even if they’re not ‘winning,’
and the high-fives from the players are real.
So far not a hit has yet cleared the wall,
but six bucks is still good for live baseball.
……Chicken Salad and Dandeloins……
Alas, corn on the cob, cool drinks, gone!
Our choice summer, sang its last song.
Children had their day in the hot sun.
Sandcastles alone, one by one.
Baseball diamonds bare of loud cheers.
No loud shouts for “cold beer, here”!
Firecrackers, feet dug in sand.
Nor a dance, by our city’s band.
Not one silver kite, will shine on high.
Farewell, soft, endless, summer skies!
Fragrance of our beloved flowers,
We shall smell in chilled, winter’s hours!
10/29/2022
Quatrain A,A,B,B
8 words/line
Addenda~ Leader of Great Books of the Western World said:
“ This reminds me of Thomas Wolfe and Ray Bradbury,”
Summertime involves barbeques and picnics,
baseball games, swimming, and dogs fetching sticks.
Pitching tents and sharing the ground with slugs,
centipedes, and other assorted bugs.
As twilight wanes, female mosquitoes thirst
for blood: vying for who will bite you first.
And at sunset, as evening breezes warm,
clouds of annoying gnats begin to swarm.
Ebony fields showcase flashing fireflies,
blinking in and out like sparks on the rise.
As creepy crawlers stir in the moonlight,
crickets break the silence imposed by Night.
The morning mist dribbles droplets of dew
on blades of grass that green grasshoppers chew.
And as butterflies sip nectar, first light,
dragonflies flex cellophane wings for flight.
Summertime's menagerie of insects
includes artists, farmers, and architects.
Alive, yet as beautiful as a gem:
we get to share this blue marble with them.
Something showing
Outside inside
Birdhouse bathhouse
Baseball horse stall
See food sea food
Oh-look cookbook
Eggshell upstairs
10/25/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Image of Spring Flowers Colorful Flower Bed provided by Pixabay
Beauty Briefs
Tulips escaping kisses
Yardbird noses ciphers scent
Poppies aim none are misses
Views gave letters of intent.
Orchids tropic heat enchants
Isle drums beat its ports of call
Crocus saying, springtime grants
Yet baseball scorecards beat all.
"Roses rooted in the earth
Bud in rhyme and verses sage
Lilies know a ghostly birth
Strewn across the patterned page".
Jasmine fragrant vines freely
Flacon oils sumptuous notes
Snowdrops charms frost ideally
Genteel sheet lay anecdotes.
Lilacs lost in translation
Bouquet secrets body talk
Shameplants melts by vibration
Signs clear a bonny shamrock.
2021 May 21
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (Jun 7)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 June 07
*2nd Place*
Choose Your Form 2
~~Joseph May: Judged 2021 June 04
With Baseball hotdogs on the run
Caught up in, excitement and fun
Watch where you go
Before you know
You might slip and fall on your bun!
He walked slowly, taking in the sight and smell of the field.
The memories of games gone by, filled his heart with joy as he recalled his many turns at bat.
Baseball was his first love and he recalled his family cheering him on, in the stands.
His father had put a baseball in his hands as soon as, he could stand.
Another deep breath, as a cool breeze swept across the field.
What thrilled him most was the swing and crack, of the bat.
Dusk fell a he recalled all of the home runs; something moved overhead; a bat!
He watched as the thing soared above the stands.
This place was home; growing up he’d practically lived in this field.
Picking up his glove and ball, he threw a pitch across the field; then he picked up his bat; still hearing the cheers from the stands…craccckkk...adrenaline rush!
The songbirds chirp, praising the sun,
nestled in the leaves of the trees:
and the air is abuzz with bees.
Outpacing Spring, Summer has won
and I sweat in sweltering heat:
as peonies bloom, smelling sweet.
Spring's short days and long nights are done
and in Summer's extended light
hatchlings fledge: preparing for flight.
It's time to relax and have fun,
go swimming or tan on the beach:
but keep some sunscreen within reach.
Kick up your heels, go for a run
and take in a game of baseball:
or go camping: it'll soon be Fall.
The songbirds chirp, praising the sun;
outpacing Spring, Summer has won.
Spring's short days and long nights are done:
it's time to relax and have fun.
Kick up your heels; go for a run.
I smell hamburgers on the grill
their sizzle sounds scrumpdillyicious.
And I can't wait to sink my teeth
into a rare barbeque treat.
At my favorite picnic spot
I smell hamburgers on the grill.
And my skin gets tanned by the sun
as I walk shirtless on the beach.
The flowers are all in full bloom
spiking the air with summer scents.
I smell hamburgers on the grill
and my mouth begins to water.
My children are playing baseball
and my wife is hosing them down.
But, I'm off in my own world...for
I smell hamburgers on the grill.
(Quatern)
June 14, 2018
Summer Fun Poetry Contest
Nayda Ivette Negron
The Cat in the Hat
went walking through the woods,
Thing 1 and Thing 2
were up to no good.
They were teasing Miss Muffet
as she was sitting there,
the spider scared her so bad
she lost all, but one strand of hair.
"Be good there
What do you think you do?
eave her alone
Thing 1 and Thing 2."
The Old Lady in the Shoe
was hanging out clothes,
Thing 1 and Thing 2
ran up and started striking a pose.
Thing 1 and Thing 2
were dancing around,
these two were the most annoying people
on this side of town.
The Old Lady
had a baseball bat,
started giving chase to
Thing 1, Thing 2 and The Cat in the Hat.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Oct.19/2004
To Be Continued....