Pressure's On

by Daniel Milano   Oct 21, 2009


Monster can in hand,
My energy is pulsating,
Everything is planned,
But for me there is no waiting.

A breathe of fresh air,
Man, it feels great,
Pitcher gives me a death stare,
As I approach the plate.

No fear on my face,
Just a smile, I'm grinning,
I enjoy pressure, the taste,
Of the bottom ninth inning.

A few swings of the bat,
And I'm ready to go,
The trick is to relax,
And just let it all flow.

First pitch is a ball,
The Ump screams out strike!
He's lucky, that was a bad call,
And I'm not in the mood for a fight.

The chef of pitching,
A meal ready to serve,
The ball is sent whizzing,
With a delicate curve.

Oh, now he is cooking,
With two strikes to my name,
He caught me looking,
And this might mean the game,

The stadium grows silent,
You can hear a needle drop,
Not sure where all the time went,
But I believe it stopped.

I visualize the pitch,
See the ball creeping towards the plate,
Swing my bat and wish,
That I'm not a second late.

I smack the ball, it stings,
The bat rattles in my clench,
The ball just sprouted wings,
And flew way out past the fence.

The crowd erupts with cheer,
And there's a glimmer in my eye,
You too, can conquer fear,
Just be brave enough to try.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Beautiful Chaos

    I think you did a pretty good job here, i could visualize what you were talking about and though I am not a big sports fan, the subject didn't deter me from the stanzas. I think you could tighten the flow up a bit to make it even better but overall you did a nice job, good work.

  • 14 years ago

    by Love is a Beautiful Thing

    Great job!!! i like this poem 5/5

  • 14 years ago

    by Em

    Wow, I love this. I like how you wrote an inspiring and beautiful piece about (I think) cricket. It's such a wonderfully writeen piece and it made me think how beautiful sport can be put down in words. Flawless. 5/5, Em

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