Short Pitchers Poems

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


Bengali Women

Bengali women squatting
                                    Pitchers, bangles,gossips
                                            The river Barak indifferent
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Trumpet Pitchers

With seductive guile, they play a mournful dirge for their unwary prey.

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5th December 2015
Contest: One Liner 2
Sponsor: Silent One
Placed 3rd
Form: Monoku

Breakfast

Waffle House
IHOP
Make me some bacon
Pancakes and sausage
Your breakfast I'm achin 

Pitchers of coffee
Sugar and cream 
Biscuits and gravy 
Fillin my dreams       


                       :)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Judgment Lightly Ajar

Babies are droolers
Teachers are schoolers
Pitchers are foolers
Lawyers are duelers
Fishermen are spoolers
Faceters are jewelers
Needlers are crewelers
Kids are stoolers
Men are toolers
Women are rulers
© Greg Gaul  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Monorhyme

The Teacher

drinks wine after school
has far too many

eruptions from

	small pitchers
	small bowels

	paper cuts
	budget cuts

	that	 	terrible mother

	racism filtered
	a 6 year old prism

and crayons

	all over

		the floor


Premium Member Not Painting On Sky Canvas

women carrying 
pitchers of water from far ~
blistering bare feet

drought being the fate
walking miles like rough camels ~
the sky seems to laugh

the sun shows no grace
nor the heat wave merciful ~
nature nullifies


21 October 2021
Form: Haiku

Jars

Flasks and drums
Vases and urns
Barrels for holding pickles

Bowls and cups
Pots and pans
Piggy banks for nickles

Beakers, pitchers
Bottles for milk
Mere vessels for the rookies!

For no container
In the world
Can beat my jar of cookies!
Form: Rhyme

Dh

April sixth, nineteen-seventy-three
A-L pitchers became bat free

and the designated hitter was born
and those fans did eat a lot of popcorn

Ron Blomberg was the first
that started the thirst

for homeruns and extra bases
as fans showed their happy faces
Form: Couplet

A Small Word

The longing grew up on the handkerchiefs of my passion,
And all Songs of love spells
are not but a sail
Fighting the billows of my beautiful concerns.
 From the wind I light the poem bleeding up,
And the time remains
Pitchers from wich I pour
The nectar of the words .

Sports Summer

I can't wait for camp
Because I want to be a champ.
All the balls among for grounds,
Even on the pitchers mound.
My friends and I just met,
After swimming because of sweat.
They told us the water was cold,
But we went in cause we're bold.

              By: Lilly Houseknecht
Form: Couplet

Premium Member The Closer

It is the closer’s job to shut the door. We don’t want the other team to score. Relief pitchers take over where the starters depart. When assuming this role, relievers need a lot of heart. In the last inning, get them out one, two, three. It feels so much better to leave town with a victory.
Form: Rhyme

Tickle My Pickle

I once was in a pickle between 1st and 2nd base
I wasn't in a jar but I saw the pitchers face
It was a sour type of game and quite dill

I ran to 2nd to persevere my place
With a sent if vinegar and brine dripping on my face
The umpire yelled with a loud voice

Your Safe!!! 


Contest: It’s a Pickle Party
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Date Created: 08/31/2022
© Bobby May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Spring Training's Here

Pitchers pitching. Catchers catching.
Balls are in the air.
The smack of leather, bonding together.
A spring time love affair
Coaches coaching. Trainers training.
Stylish Unis, socks and hats.
Gatorades, fresh cut grass blades.
Soon hitters with big bats.
Fans are fanning, Radar guns scanning.
Baseball careers are born there.
Raise a beer. Praise The Jays and cheer
Springs just around the corner.
© P L Ritz  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Begin With a Letter Poetry Contest

Poetic phrases permeate passions perfect pictures
Phonemic philosophers' personal pitchers 

Planets placed prominently propelling possibilities

Poetry providing, producing, proclivities

Promoting productive procedures properly
Preparing, presenting psychological property

Preposition pointing practical precipitation
Peaceful profound powerful prayers presenting Poetrysoups  population.

Date: 07/04/2022
© Form Al  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Not His Night

This was a night all pitchers hate. He had trouble getting the ball over the plate. When he did, the batters displayed their power. The manager yanked him for an early shower. This pitcher wanted to hide in an ivory tower. In a few days, another game will come, fortunately. Pitchers have no need for any memory. He will just have to try all over again. All baseball players are mere mortal men.
Form: Rhyme

No Matter What

Downward leads to a stream,
Happy pitchers on dry heads,
Poking thirsty cheeks to smile,
Every down leads well.

A seed's funeral,
Killed by a so(u)n,
Brings leaves- fresh harvest,
Every down leads well.

Now he runs,
To walk, he once fell,
Again and again,
Every down leads well.

A thrown lemon;
To your thirsty face,
From it make a lemonade,
Kill that thirst.

Again and again,
Every down leads well,
No matter what,
Never cease to try.

Beauty and Diviersity

A baseball game is fun to watch and cheer
For nine innings are spectators all geared
Pitchers and batters, runners and fielders
Excitement uncontained as umpires yell there
Batter up is the sound pitcher to the mound
The hindcatcher yells the batter Now!
As the batter swings the crack is heard
Foul ball is the umpires voice and final word
Two strikes and three balls while the batter eyes all
The pitch is thrown as the batter swings tall
April 21 2016
Form: Verse

Premium Member Cole Hamels

He is a San Diego native southpaw. One of the best young pitchers I ever saw. The Phillies chose him first in 2002. In 2006 was his big league debut. He has made his presence felt with all the teams. He can baffle the best of hitters, it seems. With wins and strikeouts, he will be the team’s ace. Nobody can knock “King Cole” out of his place. He will be pitching with many home crowd cheers. May he delight Phillies fans for many years.
Form: Rhyme

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