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Poems About: GOLF

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  • 49.
    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
  • 50.
    Let the man get his money

    Throughout all my life, I tried to act smart
    And once, I was driving in a golf cart
    With a partner who seemed a little retard
    Who was always protected by a bodyguard read more »

    Slava Olchevski
  • 51.
    Dad

    You left green tomatoes
    Under grey skies
    As the day over-took us
    There were no words goodbye read more »

    Ron Knight
  • 52.
    Prolonging

    We live life to become prolonging
    To live life in order to gather belongings
    Nourishments and values for the living
    No flowers for the decease, lack of giving read more »

    Pure Remedy
  • 53.
    Sunday Sin

    Sunday, Father Ed called in sick,
    And went out to play golf instead.
    A course far from home he did pick
    Where no one would know Father Ed. read more »

    Ima Ryma
  • 54.
    A nice view

    My shed is full of stuff I´m not using and
    should, when get around to it, throw on read more »

    oskar hansen
  • 55.
    On The Tiger Woods Affair

    In the sporting World his is the most photographed face
    And in golf he is the one who does take pride of place
    His marriage in trouble not an unusual case
    But he is not the first male to have fallen from grace. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 56.
    A Prayer To Share By Alfred Loveland

    This is poem for all those we love
    with a little help from him above
    We do tend to take love ones for granted most of the time
    And mostly only ask for help when things go wrong read more »

    Alfred Loveland
  • 57.
    By The River

    The high paddocks lush in their Spring greenery
    And clusters of bright yellow flowers on the old wattle tree
    And the mud nest building magpie larks are calling out pee wee
    On the golf course a couple of miles from the sea read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 58.
    You're Up Chuck

    Chuck had gone to a medium
    To communicate with the dead.
    No particular one had come
    To mind to talk to, but instead, read more »

    Ima Ryma
  • 59.
    Moon's Splendor

    Look at the moon
    Tell me, what do you see?
    A portal to a world
    where your dreams can be? read more »

    Krantol Northic
  • 60.
    To Win Another One

    People play games to win, not for fun
    Otherwise, it’s meaningless

    In competitive games like basketball or golf read more »

    michael guo
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