August 26, 2008
Up to bat,
It’s my turn.
Just like that
My stomach churns.
But the pitch is easy,
Nice n’ slow.
Yet I’m still queasy.
I have to know.
If I can swing
And make the cut
Then hopefully
I’ll ditch this rut
Of hoping and waiting
Forever and ever
Pretending to be
Pretty and clever.
It all comes down
To this one shot.
Bring the bat ‘round.
Give it all I’ve got.
Make sure I see
And tighten the glove
Cuz this could be
My shot at love.

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PinkPrincess said...
Aug. 7, 2009 at 3:27 am
wow i love this poem its really good great job
lovehate29 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 7, 2009 at 12:59 am
I really enjoyed reading this. It has a nice rhythm to it, and I almost thought you were talking about baseball for a quick second. It is so cool that you could make like a good analogy or representation of that. Therefore, you are a talented writer. Keep it up!
DIPTI said...
Aug. 6, 2009 at 9:32 am
wow lovely poem .even i hav written few i hope u comment on them. keep on writing more.
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