Short Homerun Poems

Short Homerun Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Homerun by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Homerun by length and keyword.


Premium Member Batter Up

Steps up to the plate
Skinny Legs picks up his baseball bat
He points beyond the outfield



Wordku: 5-7-5- words

AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Form: Other


Premium Member Baseball

Baseball competitive, athletic watching, playing, following single, double, triple, homerun hitting, pitching, fielding American, popular summer
Form: Diamante

Premium Member Batter-Batter Swing Hit Out the Park Home Run

Where the batter swings, if he hits the ball homerun
Why the batter hits the ball when it goes far outside the park homerun?


4/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022

Smile For the Camera

Tom went out one night looking for some fun
he brought with him a water-cannon gun,
wet T-shirts were all the rage
the ladies took center stage...
Tom's cellphone videos were a homerun!
© George Aul  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Exclamation Point

Liberty Bell, cracked and muted after the war
Apostrophe after every catastrophe under par
Homerun in the Long March of Second War
Coins on cairns of foes and heroes in jar
An exclamation point in war under par.
Form: Limerick


Playing Like Kids

playing Monopoly was fun
even played it on computer
guess my game playing days were done
and I was a free throw shooter

then my wife came along
and playing games again
she brought along a song
she’s happy yet in pain

so playing and laughing we’ll do
because we both love having fun
we laugh to take away the blue
without a doubt she’s my homerun
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Billion-Watt Smiles

Dad came to see me play a game.
I hit a homerun first time he came -
must've flew a mile - 
million dollar smile.

Dad and I didn't stop 
till we reached the mountain top
where we could see ten miles -
million dollar smiles. 

Converting dollars to kilowatt hour,
given my dad's special power, 
smiles were a billion watts - 
and, I'd say, that's lots!
Form: Rhyme

Hark, Hey Harold, the Calif. Angels Sing!!

Hark, hey Harold,
the Angels sing....
glory to the homerun king...
piece of turf,
with bases wide,
runners steal,
when pitched inside,

Come ye bunters,
drop one down,
see if we can win
the division crown

Piece of bleachers,
crowd gone wild,
all because of
the runner's glide

Hark, ol' Harold,
get some franks,
and give to heaven
your heartfelt thanks!!
© Tom Bell  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Burlesque

Your Definition

Your Definition
by: Daniel Aiosa

Its like all the greatest things defined as one
Shall stand on the top and defied by none
So many challenges and never will I run
I shall never stand down till this battle is won I was destined to win 
even before I begun
Aiming for the fence foreshadowing a homerun Confident I will bring 
more heat then the sun
I will never let my confidence become overrun
I stand very tall in a gang of one
Form:

Barry Bonds

Barry Bonds Witchhunt cons

Sold out tickets make owners fond 

Money bags Pennant flags

Baseball's back

On Spots Illustrated mags 

Homerun chase

Time to contemplate

Adoring fans now say Your a National Disgrace

Commissioner too

Crying the Public Boo-Hoo 

Used the breaking of Aaron's record 

To advertise the brew

No more dough Let's dull the glow

On this sordid Major League Baseball 

Hypocrites Sideshow
Form:

Sudoku Checkmate

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
Pencil in hand, eraser handy, Folger’s in my stein -
doing eighty-one U-turns; nine digits in line.
Niching nine numbers in their nests nets a homerun.
Sudoku books provide a steady diet of puzzle “fun”;
wits, nerves, logic, patience, sheer grit gets her done.
Crack such puzzles and prove your brains really rate;
with no repeats (box, column and row) - Sudoku checkmate!
Turn about face, do your one-eighty and celebrate…
Form: Rhyme

Class of 93

A quarter flip, skinny dip
Cool creek, full of trout
Homerun hit, tobacco spit
Moonshine night out

Team shirt, center dirt
Fastballs were a breeze
Mini skirt, fun to flirt
Weakness in the knees

Dirt pile, crooked smile
Pray before the pitch
Worth while, drunk dial
Bronco in the ditch

Dad’s pissed, slapped wrist
Shotgun in the dodge
Can’t miss, first kiss
Cow tippin, giggin frogs

Had a blast, gone fast
Class of 93
Raise a glass, to my class
The way things used to be

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