Short Volleys Poems
Short Volleys Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Volleys by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Volleys by length and keyword.
sunny summertime
an exciting pitcher stands
on the baseball mound
~
summertime sunny
exciting players volleys
the white volleyball
7/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Categories:
volleys, analogy, baseball, summer, volleyball,
Form:
Haiku
Barbed volleys
Wound my heart.
Sieved and torn,
Crippled beyond repair.
I crawl,
Seeking condonation,
For what I know not,
Content with scars.
Would that they disappear
Without trace,
To start afresh;
But barbs suppurate!
Categories:
volleys, abuse, betrayal, depression, feelings, forgiveness, hurt, words,
Form:
I do not know?
“Playing tennis without a net,”
perhaps Robert Frost was right
Free Verse serves with no return,
day volleys into night
One long shot into the darkness,
an open end divide
Its message fades, an echo dim
—with silence to collide
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Categories:
volleys, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
To write poetry on the battlefield…
intrepid from the heart
Its words to cover scars and wounds
grief peeling back like bark
Each verse fired like a rifle shot
with bayonet attached
All volleys sharp and to the point
the blood spilled—turning black
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Categories:
volleys, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Today
I decided
not to rhyme
The words
in volleys
poorly formed
Predicates
outcast
covers smashed
Their accents
bouncing
meanings lost
Today
I decided
not to rhyme
Appeasing
some
beyond the fence
Connections
broken
phrases served
Playing tennis
without
— a net
(The New Room: November, 2024)
Categories:
volleys, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Pitcher deals.
Center snaps.
Forward volleys.
Captain kneels.
Wing traps.
Road team rallies.
Runner steals.
Driver laps.
Bookies watch at O'Malleys.
Coach jaws.
Goalie paws.
Mothers pray.
Midfielder moans.
Winners eat macaroons.
Fathers look less gray.
Refs tally the time left
'Til the moon rises.
Fans leave, bereft,
Searching for further surprises.
Categories:
volleys, soccer, sports,
Form:
Rhyme
Fine if not
I did
It spoketh into mine own bloody ears
Mate
Bo
Blood E
Smoking timbers in the hatch
Touchdown
Says he
With the wise head
And the big ol balls
Jewish smile
Racist!
White well-meaning and poor taste of sense
Brilliant!
I heard it
The knuckled pause
The smoke and mirrors
I heard the tutelary
I looked up and grinned
With semen falling in volleys
Oh God
What has become
Of me
Categories:
volleys, art,
Form:
Free verse