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How about some baseball haiku in honor of the World Series?

extra innings
a runner’s shadow
down the third base line

– John Stevenson

sunday afternoon
as the ball game ends
geese return to the outfield

– Alan Pizzarelli

Does anyone have baseball haiku to share that’s not from the Norton Anthology?


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  1. World Series!
    running home after school because
    this is the Dodger’s year!

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  3. Fans’ hands are wringing
    GM’s phones are not ringing
    Another day gone

    Money is flowing
    Agents and players waiting
    For someone to call

    The seats are empty
    The players are all healing
    New season coming

  4. my fifty-third spring
    once again I carefully
    oil up the old mitt

    (Baseball Hall of Fame Haiku Contest, 2003 — one of six winners)

    ball game
    the peanut vendor’s tosses
    accurate as ever

    (Fenway Park, Sept.,, 2013)

  5. national anthem
    the boys on the scoreboard
    stand at attention

    Can’t remember who wrote this one, but I love it!

  6. Message:
    crack of a bat
    the hot dog boy
    ignores my wave

    Frogpond “Seasoned Haiku” Nov. 1990
    WHA Anthology 2001
    Haijinx Vol. 1, No. 2 (2001)
    Peeling an Orange, haiku by Peggy Heinrich with photographs by John Bolivar, MET Press, 2009

  7. the breeze off the bat
    clearing the dust in the air
    from the catcher’s mitt

    – Voice of the River Valley (April 2013)

  8. stealing second base—
    the middle of a rainbow
    lost among storm clouds
    Cherie Hunter Day

    7th Annual Mainichi Haiku Contest – honorable Mention (July 2003)

  9. 1/

    spring practice

    a baseball lost in the summer grass


    a long way
    before the horizon ends–
    the outfield chases the ball

    1 first published in Haiku Canada Review (Feb 2012) and 2 from Zillah (Sep 2005).

  10. A long time ago, when I was a first-year teacher of a primary class for children with special emotional and learning needs, an older Kindergarten teacher observed my class on the playground, and said in a very kind way, “Your children don’t know how to play.” The principal, staff, and parents welcomed the new program with so much support – the early days of special education.

    Recess was one of the hardest classes. I was taught to teach them reading etc. We would learn to play together too. The children all had special gifts as well.

    So, I’ll try a haiku for today’s theme. I imagine this is a common memory.

    watching the game
    memories of being
    the last chosen


  11. birthday picnic—
    grandma’s throw
    half way to the toddler

    cows in the outfield—
    country little leaguers
    waiting in the rain

    home from work—
    a scuffed baseball
    among shards of glass

    tail gate party—
    playing catch
    with an empty bottle

    in the upper bleacher
    a stranger waves
    at another stranger

    runner off first the pitcher’s tight jaw

    seventh-inning stretch
    on the catcher’s knees

    pop fly sound of clapping chairs

    rolling down the ballpark steps
    a paper bag
    the shape of a bottle

    last out—
    my candy bar wrapper
    falls under the seat

  12. warm beer—
    heat lightning flickers
    beyond the outfield

    Frogpond XXVII:2 (2004)

    nearly dark—
    snow deepens
    on the baseball field

    Acorn 15 (2005); Runner-up for December, The Haiku Calendar 2007 (Snapshot Press)

  13. the pitcher’s focus—
    just a mitt and a ball
    at its diamond center

    (spring 04′, Spitball Magazine)

    youth league strikeout —
    the batter’s baby sister
    calls the ump — dummy

    ( spring 04′, Spitball Magazine)

    first gone grand slam —
    her father retrieves the ball
    for a keepsake

    (spring 04′, Spitball Magazine)

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