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Poem Details | by brittney lopez |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allegory, america, angel, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, body, books, boyfriend, car, celebration, childhood, children, city, class, computer, conflict, dad, emotions,

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Poem Details | by Smail Poems |
Categories: baseball, beach, bereavement, birthday, black african american, boat, business, butterfly, car, change,


Romantic, close
A subject of sweetest softness
Cats can be loved too

Poem Details | by Ezekiel Adodo |
Categories: absence, age, angel, anti bullying, august, baseball, bereavement,

Food Poisoning

My God, i cant stay quiet,
for i took the wrong diet,

maybe i should have cooked it,
but impatience made me eat,

could not wait for lunch,
for i was hungry that much,

the dished passed across my nose,
waking up my hunger dose.

pass me the dish please,
i said with ease,

for i am hungry,
and when am hungry i get angry.

A thrust into the plate,
with great ecstasy i ate,

feeling happy,
each spoon had a different story.

Things later went sour,
felt bad at the wrong hour,

vomiting, my stomach broken,
whats the cause: food poison.

EzyFabanatu All Rights Reserved © 28th
March, 2014

Poem Details | by brittney lopez |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, allah, allegory, angel, anger, angst, april, art, august, baseball, basketball, best friend, birthday, books, cousin, culture, dad, death, depression, desire, dream, drink, education, emo, eulogy, faith,


They say the sun shines on the skin of a goddess her hair dark filled with flowers and her skin of silk,
When you see her don't let her go she will treat u like a god and run her silk hands against the ruffness of your skin she will show u the right way to enlightenment her eyes golden brown so deep you can get lost she can see right through you and know the depth of your soul she will speak words so smooth softer then the wind 
Skin so smooth the sun follows her every move.

Poem Details | by Michael Miers |
Categories: absence, age, angel, anti bullying, august, baseball, bereavement,


Patiently waiting in a line
eyeballed an wary
harsh barking of subterranean cultures
standing weary and inured
to the rotten
the rotten

inside the high walls and wire, the weighted stone of
the convicted

existing like convicts

Poem Details | by Robert Heemstra |
Categories: baseball, death,

Yogi RIP

a Yankee has died
a true legend of baseball
eight behind the plate

Poem Details | by The Situation |
Categories: baseball, bereavement, community,


My heart has been in Boston
all week long
I shed some tears for Boston
while sitting in my home
I saw the people of Bosten
there filled with just pride
Though far away from Boston
I was right there by there side
God has blessed Boston
with justice and less fears
But for those still injured in Boston  
we still whisper our prayers
We love our brother Boston
and with him always share
the burdens still left for freedom
that were given birth there.

Poem Details | by Diane Pennestri |
Categories: baseball, bereavement, loss, tribute,

Ya Gotta Believe

New of sadness once again heard,
another hero gone.
Ya Gotta Believe were his famous words,
from Tug McGraw's throne.
No other could where the crown,
what a ball he could throw.
Not a better pitcher to be found,
all of his fans do know.
A hope and courage award you received,
a warrrior and fighter.
We'll never forget, Y a Gotta Believe,
you've made our stadium brighter.
Now you're life is put to rest,
God show him his path please.
This great man has passed the test,
in 1980 he won the world series.
Wei'll say goodbye, to this one so tall,
in our eyes we see.
God made his call to Tug McGraw,
remember, "Ya Gotta Believe.

Poem Details | by echoing greens |
Categories: autumn, baby, baseball, basketball, beauty, bereavement,

childhood days

waking up in the morning with a cheerful glee
happiness is all we see
delicious smell of mom's cook
given to you while reading a book 
living a life so beautiful
getting good marks was dutiful
running ,skipping,leaping
memories without weeping
dancing in rain
ecstatic times to gain
moments so close
still giving images of a buoyed rose

Poem Details | by teddy BArnabas |
Categories: africa, animal, april, august, baseball, bereavement, bird,

Slowly my problems change for better

My troubles dim over time. 
As I age everything gets well.
I wrote my previous story in a letter for people to tell. 
In the end everything did end swell. 
Eventually my troubles all die. 

Poem Details | by Matthew Anish |
Categories: baseball,

The Death of Ralph Kiner

Friends with the great Hank G. 
Quite a good hitter himself 
Announced for the NY Metropolitans 
I support all the New York teams 
   The Amazings 
a team which 
   has won two championships 
Ralph Kiner 
Announcer - man who dated Liz Taylor 
 Man who has now gone to his rest
   Ralph Kiner

Poem Details | by teddy BArnabas |
Categories: america, animal, april, august, baseball, bereavement, bird,

My disliking has grown

My passion is burning with hate. 
I dislike the environment I am in. 
Perhaps it is the surrounding. 
It may be the results of my past sins. 
I show a strong resentment with dis-taste

Poem Details | by teddy BArnabas |
Categories: africa, america, animal, april, august, baseball, bereavement,

A complete change in my life

My life has taken a U-turn.
Everything I expected turned the polar opposite way. 
Nothing I ever expected to stay the same was the same. 
It is a mystery why nothing completely went away. 
To the complete opposite I learned

Poem Details | by RUDOLPH RINALDI |
Categories: baseball, death, leaving, life, religious,

people move on

people move on
to the promised land 
is only a real estate pitch
sometimes a fast ball
sometimes a slow pitch
a spit ball, a knuckle ball, a curve
sometimes they just roll it 
between your legs

Poem Details | by Kishan sharma |
Categories: baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beautiful, beauty, bereavement,

Word of the destination,

The path is to be created,
luck only give chance.
To make something,
we have to show hard work.
Life does not change with ease,
It is important to have a sense of
heart in order to achieve something.
Otherwise, this life will remain,
This thing is to be done before
you do something in the heart.

Poem Details | by Kishan sharma |
Categories: august, autumn, baptism, baseball, beautiful, beauty, bereavement,

Pain is your love

The pain has been unbearable
Since you got away from me.
The relationship of the heart
Be came corrupted for me.

The agony of love took place
In the heart.
Nights I will not cut off from me.
Beat also cried to me.
No since you forgot me.
Love you my mistake,
Why did this happen to me.

The pain has been unbearable..

You've got hatred in the love
With the dirty love.
My world's heat burned,
Your love wish,I died.

The pain has been unbearable
Since you got away from me.

Poem Details | by Robert Pettit |
Categories: baseball, death of a friend, eulogy, sports,

Dick Allen

With one mighty swing of your forty-two ounce bat, out of the ballpark was where the baseball was at. A great player blessed with athletic prowess, you made the ball travel like a nonstop express. You were Wampum, Pennsylvania's native son. As far as sports was concerned, you could not be outdone. One of the Major League's feared sluggers you would be. Many opposing pitchers became filled with anxiety. An outstanding career was something you could claim. I still wonder why you are not in the Hall of Fame. Yes, you were better than many who played the game. May you rest in peace as they will remember you name. Dick Allen (1942-2020)