Short Pitch Poems
Short Pitch Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pitch by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pitch by length and keyword.
my green eyes open
pitch dark then the room lights up
a scintilla moon
KimRodrigues © 2017
That gas was rank for no damn good
When others thought it rich
But me myself said just a FART
when all I did was pitch
He was an All Star Athlete,
A potential Hall of Famer.
He could have made a fortune, if,
His hair was not like Kramer's.
pitch black night like thoughts
tormented with uncertainty
until stars give hope
2-12-2016
He threw a very fast pitch
That landed him in a small ditch
After a batter's hit
Caused His hair to split
Then he yelled out son of a
songbirds by default
corvids in indigo suits
screaming blue murder
05.08.2020
Darkness
Prevails as lights
go off, on a cold night
But for the ghostly gleaming glare -
Black cat
Copyright © 2026 by Crystal David John
“Beacon”
by Positive Mark
You’re a beacon, calling to me from a sea of pitch blackness.
Shine a bit brighter, please,
and bring me on home.
His song was in the wrong pitch
That made the audience twitch
As the crowd booed and chant
Suddenly he begins to pant
Thinking that he'd been bewitched
Silence -- bases loaded,
Base-runners paused, mid-pose'
Caps set, brows of sweat.
Almost ready now. Here comes:
Pitch, Swing, Home Run, Cheer -- We Won!
I tried to jump over this high fence,
I did not use any common sense,
for when I jumped -- I got stuck,
reproduction's out of luck,
I wish I could have back my two... cents?
Light the shadows dark;
Night beneath my needs;
Glowing loring solace radiance;
Right before my pleads;
Scared pitch-dark;
11/20/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
pitch dark small chamber
abnormal pulsating mass
loving human heart
blood regurgitating
heart grows weaker with each beat
Sponsor: Suzette Crous
Contest: Tanka-The Pivot
A glimmering hitch
A hitchhikers ditch
Ditched to know rich
And rich for a itch
The itch before a twitch
A twitch before the pitch
The pitch lining up the stitch
While we stitch ourselves into a niche.
Currently wearing an old pair jeans
Six inch smaller waist since getting lean
Can't stop my high pitch squealing
Hope to soon get down from the ceiling
Friends holding ears, faces bright yellow green
The town of Plymouth has a rock.
Each buckled shoe must have its sock.
Each open door must first be shut,
and this bolt needs no other nut.
Just as all these things are true,
This ardent "me" must have a "you".
Obvious
Flamboyant hair, brazen strut, swank suit
Elusive spiel, furtive smile, sly eyes
Dubious
4/06/20
For 'Let the Pens Flow - Antonym' contest
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas
The syllable count was confirmed on howmanysyllables.com
Old Fauci was to throw out the first ball
Donald Trump wasn't invited at all --
Doc said, "You catch me, OK?"
Trump agreed, "Without delay!" --
Fauci's pitch hit Trump's abdominal wall
_____________________________
Note: MLB = Major League Baseball
My name is Tory
and here is my story
I got pots
you can make some tator tots
I got pans
so open up some cans
I got skillets
open up that wallet
I got spices like old bay
you can start eating gourmet
Everything's for sale
I'll even throw in some kale!!
expecting my home to dislodge
and rainwater to pillow my window panes
for it rains and rains and rains
insane days upon days
the dark disguise breeds imagination
for it pours pours pours
as the magician’s apprentice
dreams more and more
2/10/2018
Good morning bookstore owner,
here my new book is a loaner.
It is a must read,
it will turn your young readers head.
It is about silly yellow ducks not red,
shaking their feathers and counting ahead.
The kids will love this fun book,
fill your shelf so they can take a look.
What seems dull by day
Flashes peril by night
Sparks far away
A trembling fright
The rustling of trees
Noontide's gentle wind
On nighttime's breeze
Nearly do me in
Night's shadow amplifies
What bright days minimize
Pitch-black terror underlies
The scream of the Evil Eye
Pitch black
An overcast of darkness
It’s a misery
Its all I see
Do u see what I see?
The little girl crooked her head to
look around the room
Is it the sky?
Why its nothing like
That my child
Come
See the world from my eyes
The old woman raises her hand to touch
The girls face
Why are you so cold
My child
I see the sun
Pitch Dark Rain: Apocalyptic
vanished polar ice
oceans’ currents all askew. . . .
skylines blaze scarlet
comes a scathing wind
scorching land left not immersed. . . .
waters turn crimson
moans escape parched tongues
prayers ascend to ashen skies. . . .
pitch-dark rain pounds down
For Royal Ninja's Crimson Poetry Contest
The first note will take time to rhyme
The value of it semibreve is the whole poem
Bringing them both into harmony
This is the A,B,C,D,E,F, and G of poetry
Ascending in sequence from low to high
While blending these words together
Giving them the perfect pitch and tone
Creating sounds that penetrate into the mind
Thus!
Poetry's Perfect Pitch