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Inning Poems - Poems about Inning

Five-inning Quitters

  The more other sports change
     the more baseball stays the same

  Bleeding fans as well as talented players
     the ‘national pastime’ needs our prayers

  So, I have a suggestion whose time has come
     one for which I want to

Categories: inning, baseball, change, proposal,
Form: Couplet

To play well this inning, meaning of life

Lost in life’s mundane,
A man moans: can one explain
To me life’s meaning?
Till you play well this inning,
You’ll keep asking for meaning.
_____________________________ 
Tanka |07.06.2023| life

Categories: inning, life, meaningful,
Form: Tanka

Amazing One-Third Inning

Regardless of which field of endeavor you happen to be in, never say never, and never say, "It's over'' until it's over. I was in my garage during chores better known as this, that, and the other, but I don't remember what. 

Two outs, bottom of the 9th, and the home team was down one

Categories: inning, baseball, confidence, faith,
Form: Narrative

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

7th Inning Stretch

What happened to the 50 stars and 13 stripes of these United States of America? What happened to "We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal"? When did the nation of  "We the people" become a country of  "We and they"?

Categories: inning, america, bible, blessing, christian,
Form: Free verse

The Last Inning

It's the last inning no one wanting more to be at bat
  both unwilling to give in or recognize what it's truly all about
she refuses to be sidelined or hesitate spewing word phat
  he claims calm, subdued rhetoric thinking we'd forget prior word spouts
neither fully saint nor sinner, clearly no one a real

Categories: inning, boxing day , presidents day,
Form: Rhyme

Seventh Inning Streach

Seventh Inning Stretch 
Limerick
Written: by Tom Wright
6-30-2016

I once knew a man, first name Harry,
A “Cubbie” fan, last name was Carey. 
He sang at each Cub game,
When the 7th inning came,
And was never mistaken for a canary;

“Take me out to the ball game”

Categories: inning, baseball, song,
Form: Limerick

S P Inning

Holding 
The pieces of 
Fragmentation
In my hands
Listening

To the pulse
Of your being

Rigid
Stance
Flexing
My fingertips
Controlling

The anger
That threatens
To kill me

Beautiful land
Full
Enough
Just enough
Of enough

Full coloured
Patturns
Spinning
Life

Categories: inning, father, natural disasters, husband,
Form: Free verse