Home Plate Is Reality

by Mousie   Jun 12, 2006


Home plate is reality,
One great big world,
We're the batters
Every boy and girl.

Curve ball
Is just out of reach,
The things we can't have
Are the greatest wants for each.

Fast ball
When life is too fast
We have to slow down
There are too many tasks.

High ball
We're overseeing life
We're above the clouds
Until we come crashing down like a knife.

Low ball
We've slipped beneath the Sun,
Our problems seep through
And the worst has yet to come.

Then you have the perfect strike
Your happy, sunny day,
Spirits are up
And happiness is all that plays.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Megann Lee

    Ahh, I like how you compaired life to baseball. Least I think I am grasping that. I hope. Ohwell. I loved it very true aswell.

  • 18 years ago

    by Natalie

    Very nice poem. I really liked how you went through and desribed each ball, {Low ball, High ball, Etc.} It was a great poem, With a great meaning to it. The only problem I had was with this line:
    "Until we come crashing down like a knife."
    It didn't seem to fit in. Great job though. =) 5/5

    `Taleee. xx.

  • 18 years ago

    by Kaylee

    I'm all for the baseball theme, as this is an original appraoch to life poems, and each thing you described kind of did make sense. But there are a few suggestions that I have and I hope you don't mind:
    Every boy and every girl.
    [This line is okay. It's more of a personal thing but the two every's in one sentence kind of take something from each other.]
    Until we come crashing down like a knife.
    [Like should seldom be used if used. It works here but I'm not sure about the word knife. I know you need it to rhyme though]
    You're happy, sunny day,
    [I think you mean your]

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