Short Golf Poems
Short Golf Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Golf by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Golf by length and keyword.
Hit the ball and watch it fly
Existing somewhere in the sky
Hopfully closerto the green
Or else one can turn quite mean!
Form:
For a secret ballot forever
Keep your mouth tightly shut
~ just like when you three-putt
Golfing golden-age gentleman gladly gives go ahead-
gilds golf game, gets glory,
goofball glitzy gold digger girlfriend giggles
Golf is
a 'umbling game
It's all in the mind,just
One swing away from a problem
hiding.
NOTE:I was addicted to this game(for 12 years)
like twins they indeed do become
warm, sleepy, peaceful bodkins
in God's universe, love and the sun
8/3/2019
8pm PST
Was out playing golf just for fun
With Father O’Toole in the sun
When club from hand burst
Hit priest as he cursed
And I hit his first holy one
There are vacuum always at a wait
For spectators on the pitch to rate
As players hit ball
Into holes then fall
King can only be king when he wait.
Our President is a golf cheat
For victory warrants a tweet
There is no fairway
That Donald can play
When he'll never concede defeat.
its world knows
everywhere there a field there
go train play in the rain
its a out let
that your can bet
also heals thinking pain
PLAY THE GOLF GAME
Tariffs spanked my 401k
The shank-the-ball king had to say:
I will never flub
I’ve used the right club
Just check out my lie on this play
National Enquirer’s the source
When a Tiger’s balls go off course
A scorecard obscene
Of links far from the green
That just might be cause for divorce
Some people would rather be dead
Than see N.A.T.O. hang by a thread
They don't understand
That Trump thinks its grand
To sell off their assets instead!
Into the ground the ball on tee I push
With a mighty swing the club went whoosh
This I will share
The ball still there
But my club did sail into the bush
golfers yearn to get a hole in one
to get it is thrilling, full of fun
wear two pairs of socks
don't keep in toe locks
throw one after hole in one is done
if you wonder whether you should write to anyone,
always do;
you'll be surprised at the difference it can make
i regret not doing it more often myself
Played a round of mini golf today
Hot and sunny, too hot to play
Too much sun got me
Curtailed my glee
Poor old duffer, please send a bouquet
When playing desert golf I parch easy
Which then means I don’t get pars easy
So when I am done
I hide from the sun
And play eighteen whole games of Parcheesi
While a man was golfing in Fife
a funeral cortege was arife,
his head bowed in prayer
at this somber affair
to pay last respects to his wife!
I do worry
just a wiggly bit,
about poetrysoup
following a categorical ingredient menu
including golf and giggle
but not weaving and justice,
or even wiggle.
Trump's golf course has a Miss Fore Play
Who's on the tease most every day
At a random hole
She swallows a pole
To the chant and cheers of, "au lait!"
Tony snails and rusty nails
can be found near giant whales
As for candy stripes on blue-gray dolphins
all those I know went miniature-golfin'
Golf a game of supposed gentlemen
Played in exotic and scenic glen
With a stick and tiny balls
Which either rolls or crawls
Or chuck chucks like a lethargic hen
wait a minute this isn’t baseball
I won't be able to hit that ball
bigger than marble
unpredictable
in hole it will fall
I'll swing in that hole the ball will fall
Golfers ahead were really slow
because their dead balls just wouldn't go
we offered them beer,
later we found cheer--
they stepped aside to let it outflow.
Whack that ball; don't hit a tree
Be conked out in the head you see!
And don't hit into the rough
Oh my gosh; that sure is tough!
Or maybe in "the zone" you'll be!