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27 Softball Poems for The Field

Inside: Softball Poems for leaving it all on the field when you play today. 

Finding the love in your favorite sport or past time is easy when you’re young. Staying motivated as you get older is where the challenge is at, which is why poetry can inspire you to play harder, practice more and make your dreams happen!

Check out these favorite softball poems to inspire your next inning to be the best one yet.

1. Softball

Striekouts
On Base Percentage
Foul Ball
Teammates
Batting Average
Averages
Leadership
Love for the game

-Morgon Patton 

Softball Poems

2. Softball Memories

It sure took me a while to get the hang of that bat.
The grip just wasn’t right.
With a friends’ help, I swung and hit;
probably, hundreds of times.
In the end, I felt that I could,
smack a mountain and send it sailing for yards,
with that bat.

Softball was a blast, when I was a teen;
Every swing of that bat; every ball that I smacked;
swelled my chest with pride.
A dusty slide into home base;
Jettisoned me into ego-space;
oh, it took awhile to come back down to earth.

There were, cheers from the bleachers
and the smell of popcorn,
hot dogs and soda pop permeated the air,
like a winter fog.
Perhaps it was those succulent scents, more than the cheers, that kept us winning.
-M.L. Kiser 

3. Softball

It’s hard
Early mornings
Tough practices
Unbearable heat
Dirt stains in white pants
It’s worth it
The feeling of sliding into home
Home runs
Life-long friends
Yellow ball
Red dirt
White chalk
The field, my second home
I love it

-Alex

4. Softball Didn’t Make Me Soft

Dusty cleats by the front door every day.

Just more week and I get to play.

The start of the season is always the best,

I’ve put in more work than any of the rest.

Blood, sweat, and tears.

Blood for the scraped knees to get better at base running.

Sweat from the summer tournments spent miles away from home.

Tears for the wins and losses who have created the athlete in front of you.

An athlete who desires the touch of leather, the smell of dirt, and the view from home plate.

Directed by time, drills, and speed,

This mentor of mine took the lead.

-Unknown

5. The Sun In My Eyes

Fly ball deep into right field,

traveling farther and farther towards the fence till I hear the roar of screaming fans.

Home run!

My teammate running around the bases for the twentieth time this season.

Line drive in between short stop and second base,

running to first base with satisfaction and a big smile.

A perfect pitch right to my glove,

just far enough off the plate for the batter to swing and miss.

End of the game,

line up to shake the other team’s hand content because my team came out as victor.

Restaurants after the game,

sitting with my team talking about the game, life, and just laughing.

My best friends, my team, my life.

Softball is what I am thankful for.

-Chloe

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6. Softball Memories

It sure took me a while to get the hang of that bat.
The grip just wasn’t right.
With a friends’ help, I swung and hit;
probably, thousands of times.
In the end, I felt that I could,
smack a mountain and send it sailing for yards,
with that bat.

Softball was a blast, when I was a teen;
Every swing of that bat; every ball that I smacked;
swelled my chest with pride.
A dusty slide into home base;
Jettisoned me into ego-space;
oh, it took awhile to come back down to earth.

There were, cheers from the bleachers
and the smell of popcorn,
hot dogs and soda pop permeated the air,
like a winter fog.
Perhaps it was those succulent scents, more than the cheers, that kept us winning.

– Unknown

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7. Softball is Life

It’s more than a sport,

More like a passion.

Red dirt and bruises are in fashion.

The windup,

The pitch,

Scrambling defense.

This is what Softball is about.

Intense parents in the stands;

Anxious coaches waving their hands.

The swing of the bat,

The ball,

The bases,

The glove.

This is Softball,

The game I love.

It’s my life.

-Candice

8. Ode to My Softball Bat

You provide self-defense from those hard, bruising balls.

You keep me busy during the hot summer months when I don’t want to stay inside.

Your grip fits so perfectly in my hands.

I’ve learned to love that whack you make.

You make me get the sunburns that make me so tan.

You help me take my anger out when I’m mad.

You help cheer me up when I’m feeling down.

You become my best friend when I’m bored.

You help me get back at the neighbor’s dogs when I hit the ball just outside their fence.

I get to watch you do your job when I share you with my teammates.

You are the perfect size to fit in my bag.

Your scarred skin shows how many hits you take for me.

You’ve hit me so many times, which made me so tough.

You have such incredible speed; all I see is a blur as you swish around.

You’ve taught me not to throw you even though you look so beautiful when you soar through the air.

I love it when you help me save the inning by getting a good hit.

Your soft blue color blends perfectly into the baby blue, cloud covered sky.

You give me an excuse to get away from my brother when he makes me angry.

You help my team win when you hit the ball so hard, and I get on base.

Unknown

10. Starkville

Sticky, Mississippi summers,
Sun bleached earth, road and sky,
Aroma of fresh cut grass,
Baseball, softball and fishing,
Bible School and church camp,
Cold brew and soda on ice,
Bulldogs, Yellow Jackets and Volunteers,
Sweet barbecue sandwich and fried catfish.

-Unknown

11. A Line Drive Hit

A line drive hit hard
Outfielder alert on the prowl
Batter thinks it’s out of the yard.

Missing the mark they do not discard
Both guys sharper than an owl
A line drive hit hard.

Team’s coach marking the score card
Umpire looks like he’s going to growl
Batter thinks it’s out of the yard.

For all of the fans no doors barred
No one’s going to throw in the towel
A line drive hit hard.

No reputation will be marred
Better it’s not called foul.
Batter thinks its out of the yard.

If he gets a hit, he’ll be starred.
The  very numerous fans really howl.
A line drive hit hard
The batter thinks it’s out of the yard.

-Unknown

12. Lines

a church softball team
disembarks from a truck bed
and hits the ball field

-Chris Bowen

13. Softball Time!

Hopefully the fly-ball catch
And around the bases dash!
Out for fun and maybe win
Play and play over again

-Joshua Lacey

14. Softball

Striekouts
On Base Percentage
Foul Ball
Teammates
Batting Average
Averages
Leadership
Love for the game

-Morgon Patton 

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15. Softball

I think about it night and day,
All I wanna do is play!

I love to catch and throw,
My dreams I take wherever I go.

They say I’m an addict cause thats all I ever do!
But i just love the game, through and through

I’ll play softball day or night,
At anytime with all my might.

With my dreams i will go far,
I’ll show them all when I’m a star.

-Emily Millyard

16. Softball Poem

It’s the chill of the evening air
When the cool wind and sweat make the perfect pair
All eyes waiting on that first pitch
Ball or strike it didn’t matter which
She’s the one that holds it all
Win or lose she’ll take the fall
But it’s the feeling of standing on the mound
The adrenaline rush with each heart pound
She’s the one that will pitch until sore
Only to go home and throw some more
Scanning the for her father in the crowd
Doing her best to make him proud
He will hardly ever praise her
Saying “you could have done better I’m sure”
But he is usually always there
Sitting in the back of his pickup in a chair
She’s a part of a team
More like a family or so it may seem
She does her best to do her role
The sport runs deep in her soul
But it’s never about how good she does
It’s all about how good the game was
If they lose it doesn’t matter the strikes she had
It’s about the walks, the hits & runs, the bad
They rarely look at the errors in the field
It’s that first walk when the deal was sealed
But even if they win there’s something wrong
She knows she could have done better all along
But each game and season they do their best
Hoping that one win will make them forget the rest
But it all comes down to that moment
It’s crazy how fast it all went
The last time they will play together
The bond they formed nothing can tether
A game that no one wants to see
A sad goodbye is what it will be
So for the last time she takes her spot
Winning this game would mean a lot
But it won’t matter the score
Because she will always want to play more
And she will start to cry
When it’s time to say goodbye
If she could just have one more season
Just one more reason
To put on that dusty old glove
And play the sport she loves
A chance to throw that one last strike
To play with those she likes
All the seasons and the fun
Come to an end when it’s said & done
In the end it’s about how she played
And the memories that she made
It’s about making a name and the fame
It’s about the love of the game
It’s really about it all
That one sport, that one love: Softball

Gypsysoul

17. Softball Sonnet

Standing at the plate I began to shake,
I’v never been so nervous in by life.
At this moment the whole game was at stake, They made a bad call and began to strife.

I was not sure of what was going on,
My team had a confused look on their face.
Then the other teams coach had been withdrawn, I was then able to take the next base.

Wanting to steal I was ready to going,
All they had to do was pitch her the ball. When the ball was pitched it was very slow, I took off and was hoping not to fall.

By touching home I was the winning run, Me and my teammates had a lot of fun.

Unknown

18. Addicted

Softball is my life

If I could I’d make her my wife,

She’s how I want to spend my time,

and every single one of my dimes.

-Unknown

19.

When I was only 4 feet tall,

My parents signed me up for soft ball.

I was scared when it first began,

but only until the first time I ran.

-Unknown

20. Strength Training

Whenever my brain hits a wall,

I take a break to play softball.

It helps when I can’t take anymore,

to stregthen me to my core.

-Unknown

21. To People Who Don’t Like Softball

There are some things I don’t understand,

Like how someone couldn’t be a fan,

Because Softball is the greatest sport,

for everyone tall or short.

-Unknown

22.

There is one sport I love above them all,

and that sport is softball.

I love to feel myself get stronger,

and to be able to play for longer.

-Unknown

softball dirt poem

23. Softball

Callouses, blisters, exhaustion,

Gloves, bats, balls,

Cheering, screaming, crying, laughing.

I miss the dirt under my cleats,

and the smell of sweat in my nose.

The way a homerun feels.

The way strinking someone out feels.

If I miss this sport so much,

then explain to me why I’m still not playing.

-Unknown

24. Softball

Pitchers and catchers.

Yellow skinned and red seamed ball.

Coaches and fans cheer.

-Unknown

25. Softball

I wanted a hard ball
I was tired of playing softball

-Trout Fishing in America

26. Limerick

Tonight I have a softball game,

I hope I will have perfect aim.

i need a good bat,

and pitches not flat.

or i will hang my head in shame.

-Unknown

27. Why You Coach

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 coach because, you want to see improvements.
You coach because, you want everyone to have fun.
You coach because, you want everyone to play as a team.
You coach because, you’ve been there and you want to give back what you learned.
You coach because, you want to pass down your experience of excellent coaching.
You coach because, you love the game.
You coach because, it’s not about you.
It’s about them!

Elizabeth Hill 

 

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