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Poems About: GOLF

In this page, poems on / about “golf” are listed.

  • 37.
    The City of Golf

    Would you like to see a city given over,
    Soul and body, to a tyrannising game?
    If you would, there's little need to be a rover,
    For St. Andrews is the abject city's name. read more »

    Robert Fuller Murray
  • 38.
    Women At Augusta National & The Masters

    This is the Super Bowl of golf, yes; "The Masters" is taking place,
    And this week a million women will have a rearranging of their face,
    Husbands, boyfriends, johns, black eyes, broken nose, busted lips,
    Main concern at Augusta National, will a female get a membership? read more »

    Luke Easter
  • 39.
    Why Do You Love Football?

    Why do you love football?
    What do you see in it?
    Why not watch another sport
    Like Rugby, Golf, or Cricket? read more »

    Candy Simpson
  • 40.
    Before a Round of Golf

    In preparing for today
    Not knowing my predestined end or way
    My mouth is silenced in hold
    As I shoot for round of golden gold read more »

    Christopher Byrd Hickman
  • 41.
    The Art of Deception

    It’s not a game
    like any other game
    where a golf ball travels the distance
    and being putted into a hole read more »

    Leonard Dabydeen
  • 42.
    An Ageing Golfer's Dream

    His great dream in his fifties is to emulate his son
    Who was lucky enough to score a hole in one
    Which is something in golf that is quite rare indeed
    Where many do fail few can hope to succeed read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 43.
    Golf 'N' Me

    Golf and me are not to be I’ve tried it many times,
    I slipped I fell and heard folk yell and even hit a old brass bell
    At hole’s I crossed when ball was lost read more »

    Ray Feasey
  • 44.
    They Tell You The Best Things In Life Are Free

    They tell you the best things in life are free
    The air we breathe polluted though it be
    The smog and smoke that lines our lungs with gray
    At least for such things money we don't pay. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 45.
    Relics From The Past

    We never thought they'd disappear
    We took them all for granted
    But now long gone, it seems quite clear
    They've been permanently supplanted read more »

    Stanley Cooper
  • 46.
    The Golf Ball and the Loan

    [After Longfellow.]


    I drove a golf-ball into the air; read more »

    Robert Fuller Murray
  • 47.
    Adores

    I am trying hard to understand,
    I hope I have this right.
    You want to be a distant friend,
    and not a couple day and night. read more »

    Lilyann Monahan
  • 48.
    I Went Golfing

    I'm so unstable
    I mean, I took second in poker last night
    and I was pissed because it was 2 in the morning
    and it was going to throw my read more »

    Dallin Bruun
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