Pitches Poems - Poems about Pitches

...Wind outside my tiny home, wreaking chaos on its porch Wicker chairs and potted plants, stand firmly against its force Finely tuned chimes sound loudly, sending sweetly toned notes into the night ......

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...How many stitches does a baseball have? One hundred and eight One hundred and eight One hundred and eight To know this is super, more than a little bit great. A baseball is retired after six p......

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...Sky looks, at this eventide, like an ocean of rainbows. Has the almighty sprinkled his bright-dark contract of his sum aggregation of the entirety of everything and caboodle of his wholeness thickly......

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...I listened through the distortion a tone unrecognized Queit and gentle sounds soothing pitches harmonized before the night an evening exchange happy to see you so glad you came have a good t......

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... The bloody soul we learn to hate Is not our own nor pain within us The visions of fantasy which we partake Cause violence; man’s weakness, unjust Illusions like the strike of a......

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...Half-a-reflection is but the world Half-a-reflection beams within The wild bird that you are Mindless milieu or mortgaged mirror Souls behind bars of fear Half one’s voice hums lullabies The ot......

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... Shohei Ohtani is in a league of his own playing baseball in a whole new zone He hits home runs a mile poker-faced, never smiles Rounds the bases like lightn......

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...At the ballgame a man with his hair in a bun, Was watching the children, and his wee, tiny son, Who came up to bat with the game on the line, He looked to his coach, who gave him a sign. So h......

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...PELE Oh Yes! I am Pele Was born poor But to be great Dad played ball I’d loved to do it better Even if the flower won’t bloom I’ll cherish what I love to do Do it in a better way......

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...If life did not have glitches, Then of what would we complain? There’d be endless founts of riches And no one would be in pain. All our nervous tics and twitches, Since they all would be in va......

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...Oh mighty mistral winds Fill my sails and take me home This voyage never ends Over countless seas I roam On this ship I'm but a slave Still I struggle and I try I fight each giant wave As ......

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...not grounding mentality in bounds of reality vows turn unverifiable truth becoming pliable judgments unreliable when the working of our brain leads toward being less sane few usually agree ......

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...When silence speaks It reaches different volumes, Various pitches of emotion, Deeper tones of thought. It's rhythms vibrate To the very core. The silence has musicality. The silence can be a m......

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...On the Rug with Death, two beers in hand (though no one here drinks) we laugh, his lifespan a joke still fizzed. My breath ignites wars, lulls drivers to sleep and builds bridges for his gu......

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... An ancient mariner in the seamless sea, I’m sailing for ages in the intuited undefined course in sparkling sunshine and tormenting tempest, on the rolling timeless teal waves, rising high ......

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