Poems About: GOLF

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

  • 229.
    Today I am sixteen again

    A statue stands at the gate
    of the school,
    marking a place of distinction
    where children get the highest grades read more »

    Gert Strydom
  • 230.
    Letting Go

    I look around, see only things
    Reminders when our hearts had wings
    When mine could fly and yours could soar
    Mine broken now, and yours no more read more »

    Nikki Richards
  • 231.
    Papa And Me

    Papa and me are good friends
    We do all kinds of things together
    He doesn't like to tell me no
    no matter what the weather read more »

    Dianna Nally
  • 232.
    My Generation

    let me tell you about growing up in the hood
    cause aint shit bout that life good
    i call this my life story
    my brother was killed when i was fourteen read more »

    Tanayshia Rone
  • 233.
    The Slothful Metamorphosis of Aphoristic Midnight

    Sand-lion, mountain lion,
    Hermaphrodite- Some f%cker has stolen
    My kite,
    And the waves come up phosphorous all read more »

    Bret R. Crabrooke
  • 234.
    The Goose who Loved Golf

    On the flight path down from Quebec
    in the recent past, they say,
    The lead goose saw a foursome
    on the fairway, hard at play. read more »

    John F. McCullagh
  • 235.
    The Amazing Kinsale

    If you want to do some traveling
    Ireland is the place to go
    Seeped in ancient history
    You’ll be fascinated with it so read more »

    Marilyn Lott
  • 236.
    There's Snow In Olinda

    The high road closed to traffic you can't drive that way
    And in the high mountain village kids with snowballs play
    And it snowed in Olinda four inches today
    In the coldest part of Sherbrooke some venture to say. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 237.
    Cricket Is Just Another Game

    Cricket just like baseball and football and golf is just another game
    And though some great cricket players have won Worldwide fame
    Cricket for most cricket fans like followers of all other sports
    From their life cares is just an escape of sorts read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 238.
    poem

    When the days go by, I see birds fly
    In the trees where apples go so fast and fall down to the ground
    Where worms crawl and ants mound
    Into the dirt and dragons fly into the sky read more »

    Rebecca Ryan
  • 239.
    The Pimp

    He ran
    His problems persued him
    allowed to bruse him
    Its mean read more »

    Donte' Trezevant
  • 240.
    Persevered

    Well then I fought the monsters
    And then I fought their
    Young:
    So like tattooed stewardesses with read more »

    Bret R. Crabrooke
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