Short First Base Poems
Short First Base Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about First Base by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about First Base by length and keyword.
Fadoodling
Vo dee oh doe past first base
Ride the rail! Submarine race!
Rantum-scantum - all the way!
Fadoodling ~ Vo! Do!
What's your favorite kind of truck?
Fearless find truck?
Freaky fried truck?
First-base flippant fancy flirt truck?
Or maybe just a fine truck?
she's
throwing
kisses at me
the
first was
a fast ball
the
second
a slider
the
worst was
a curve ball
strike
three not
even first base
Form:
there is a young lass named Tracey
who always wears a solemn face
whenever asked why
she always replies
to keep the lusty lads from first base
There once was a man from deep space.
Who wanted a woman to chase.
His space ship was blimpy
Her clothes were too skimpy.
So they didn't get to first base!
First rate
blind date!
Like fate
soul mates!
First base....
Hearts race
Gets late....
Bed mates
Birth rate
Inflates!!
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For Dane Anne's Valentine Footle contest
It didn’t work out. *sigh*
What were the odds? Statistics...
- love isn’t baseball.
Where do regrets start?
Should I regret the sunset
- or mourn holding hands?
Or shame desire?
Baseball.. Well, at least he
didn't get to first base. =]
Brett Favre looks hot in his Wrangler blue jeans
You know that cool dude ate his spinach greens
Has the perfect TV face
With the girls he scores first base
If only he could master passing screens
* For the sports limerick contest
"Who's turn is it for the new term?
And in future, how can we prevent
red & blue stars from the endless ,
senseless churning of our son's lives?
It's time for a logical re-present
back to first base!"
cried the mothers and wives.
Georgetown Highschool Fire Drill Today
On top--Georgetown's outdoor blackboards
Setup classmate's first-time meetup sort out
Schoolboys head out--henceforth buddy up one-on-one
Outside schoolyards baseball's first base
Schoolgirls show up--nearby football goalpost
I hit the ball, dropped the bat, and ran to first base;
Hit the bag, tripped, and was called out.
I got up, turned around, and got in the ump's face;
I gester, kick dust, and I shout.
He pointed at me, at the bag, and said son
You were out, hit the showers, now you're done
Mike Dailey 2/1/12
2nd place in contest
Chubby cheeks pause milking
from mother’s hanging breast.
Heartbeats are balancing
the drunken fan’s bawling.
A fist swinging laugher
pauses to meditate.
The batter is ready,
slightly crouched by the plate.
Pennants flutter gently
in the afternoon breeze.
The pitcher checks first base,
then the delivery.
I know I can do it
Just put my mind to it
In a tough situation
I'll rise to elation
Much higher I 'll fly
The harder I try
Move aside here I come
With a roll of a drum
Come with me on this ride
And together we'll slide
Right into first base
With a grin on our face
I know I'll succeed
This will be my creed
I will rewrite my story
On a train bound for glory
Hot date
Can’t wait
We're at
My flat
Cute eyes
Nice thighs
Admit
She’s fit
So sweet
Must eat
We dine
Sublime
First Kiss
Sheer bliss
Soft peck
On neck
Tongue's twirl
Toes curl
First base
Hearts race
Undressed
Bare breast
Blimey
She’s ‘HE’
No joy
Ladyboy
Fussy
Pussy
Night ends
As friends
Written by Jan Allison & Tim Smith
28th August 2014
Painfully shy schoolboy and girl
break long, awkward silence with small talk.
The classmates flash sheepish smiles...
with nervous giggles here and there.
Both too timid to get to first base,
to cross the threshold of "I like you"
Bite Size Poem No.16 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Date written: 08/02/2021
I reached in to pull out my all playing ball …
without alcohol
Head up, I breathed brave and stepped up to the plate …
felt like dodge ball bait
Sunshiny bases enticed my run-gained mount …
on feared three-two count
Bat smacked contact so I ran like a wildcat …
clawed first base splayed flat
I reached in to pull out my all playing ball …
fun enriched windfall -
worth future recall
... CayCay Jennings
November 2, 2018
Clean uniforms all lined up
One set on each side.
Two flags- state and country-
Salute from across the field.
Swing, swing, swing again
And a thick clink,
Everything moves at once.
The ball- outfield, second base,
First base, third,
Shortstop and then the mound.
Is he out?
You bet, tagged at first.
Good boy.
Batter up, tap tap tap on the ground,
Swing around to ready.
Swing, swing, swing again
And again and again.
That's three, my boy, you're out.
Change sides.