Softball Poems | Examples of Softball Poetry

As the wind cascades out in a frenzy motion Nephophilia, a thudder crave Exclamation is a sudden urge Since soft cotton candies switches to pastels and iridescents Looking up close Still immeasurably far The old regime of sunrise and sunsets finna come up to horizon where moons and suns collide stars surrounding them blues and whites...

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Snow falls and day light dims As the snow get so thick that it covers my Rims. As the sun goes down we play around, Snowball fights and as the day loses light. ...

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CLOUDS AS WHITE AS THE SNOW CAPTIVATING AS THE SHOW WHITE AS MY SNOW...

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My son Kevin is a fine young man With a positive attitude and the motto “yes I can”! His energy is amazing and there’s no challenge too great Results oriented like his mom, he’s a winner out the gate Anything mechanical a piece of cake for gifted hands Fast cars his passion as we watch from the stands A Navy vet...

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Do you honestly believe? Look deep into your soul, The magic we seek is like gold. I truly believe, As if it was foretold. The stories of old, Look and behold, Listen to your heart, There are many that disregard, Yet, our destiny has shown us to believe indeed. Our Sooner magic, It must be perceived, So, let's go and retrieve, The prize that is ours, That must be...

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April 5—Get a sport into a poem! Make Baseball Great Again! It is time to make American baseball Great again starting with creating a worldwide baseball competition with each season with the national champions competing in a World Cup World Series with the final round pitting the North American Champions against the winners of Africa, Asian, Europe, and South America with the...

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Play as you wish There are no boundaries Taste me eat me I am your dish Do as you wish There are no boundaries... Note.Johny Boy use me as a toy......

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She’s a daughter of those West Virginia hills. Each morning she comes down from the holler, And catches the bus going to another county. She goes to a fancy, newly consolidated school Some of the teachers think she’s a slow learner Her shyness punctuated by a bothersome lisp, On the playground, however, she’s in demand For her slow pitch is even better...

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WHY YOU COACH? You will have one Parent that is unhappy. You will get a bad call from an umpire. Your pitcher may be having a bad day. Your batter may be scared to get hit by a pitch. You will play a team better than yours. But this is not why you coach. You...

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If baseball were life and innings were seasons, I'd sometimes play the Center- a neutral spot with few extremes, time enough for Short Stop dreams. Don't care to be First- it takes too much ego Second is always forgotten. Three is definitely, surely out evading the Third degree. Right is that nev--er/ne--ver land-- a place your brain goes to die. Of all positions and spaces of...

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Hooray! Wet grassy feet fill my soccer cleats. Hot sweaty teens run fast track meets. She skis down sugary mountain tops. He begs his coach to play shortstop. Footballs, field goals, fumbles. Touchdowns,...

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Send me elixir back and bless me with the rain The fruits of the sacred tree and the ointments of pain...

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This is Football, Rise Lay Fall, ...

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Piercing screams slice the air Creating a sense of joy with laughter Coloring the moments in exhilaration Left behind from some child’s imagination Echoes of small feet darting and sprinting Leaving stirrings of complete abandonment The knowing that comes from sharing hours Spent in breathless bliss, creating wonders That last through the day and well into night Stabbing at the hot sun and startling...

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If you’re lucky…if you’re blessed you can discover joy at any time…in any place…I remember the day I found it…of all places…upon a child’s face. I remember we were far removed from fortune and from fame…sitting in the stands at a child’s softball game. I watched this little girl strike out…on three pitches…without ever swinging the bat…I...

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