In the diamond the tension rises,
Any mistake could lead to crisis.
The batter goes up to home plate,
...
After the rain, and the sun is out,
Seven beautiful fairies come out to play.
They paint the sky with their magical crayons,
And till they fade, in the sky they'll stay.
...
I walk through the wrought iron gates,
Thrusting today upon the shoulders of fate.
Along the snaking pebbled pathways,
The scrunch if gravel to the hallways.
...
They remained sanguine in their course,
Charging forward on their horses.
When they reached the city's gate,
I desperately clung on to my dwindling fate.
...
(Boy)
Please girl, take my hand
Let us walk for one more night
We'd leave footprints in the sand
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Silent screams running through town,
The murderer lurks as the sun goes down.
When night is silent and the air is still,
He appears with a mouth of venomous pills.
...
It's lonely up here,
In my dusty little attic.
But I won't shed a tear,
I will not feel pathetic.
...
hello: D i'm sean. i'm a girl. i love softball, rollerblading, reading, poetry and twilight! (:)
On The Softball Field
In the diamond the tension rises,
Any mistake could lead to crisis.
The batter goes up to home plate,
Fielders get ready to be slayed.
The pitcher pounces, a lion for prey,
While the batter stares in ultimate dismay.
A fast ball comes, the batter swings,
The pong of the ball on the long bat rings.
Fielders nod, it's a nice strike, they reckon.
But the ball passes them and the batter reaches second.
One team cheers as the other team weeps,
This is really what softball seeks.
does anyone know what type of poem " On The Softball Field" is?