Golf Poems (30 Poems)
Falling (James Dickey Poems)
A 29-year-old stewardess fell … to her death tonight when she was swept through an emergency door that suddenly sprang open … The body … was found … three hours after the accident. -New York Times The states when they … Continue reading
Quaker Hill (Harold Hart Crane Poems)
Perspective never withers from their eyes;They keep that docile edict of the SpringThat blends March with August Antarctic skies:These are but cows that see no other thingThan grass and snow, and their own inner beingThrough the rich halo that they … Continue reading
Missed (P G Wodehouse Poems)
The sun in the heavens was beaming, The breeze bore an odour of hay,My flannels were spotless and gleaming, My heart was unclouded and gay;The ladies, all gaily apparelled, Sat round looking on at the match,In the tree-tops the dicky-birds carolled, All was peace … Continue reading
Poem about People (Robert Pinsky Poems)
The jaunty crop-haired grayingWomen in grocery stores,Their clothes boyish and neat,New mittens or clean sneakers, Clean hands, hips not bad still,Buying ice cream, steaks, soda,Fresh melons and soap-or the bigBalding young men in work shoes And green work pants, beer … Continue reading
A Solitary Triumph (P G Wodehouse Poems)
Oh, the progress of Woman has really been vastSince Civilization began.She’s usurped all the qualities which in the past Were reckoned peculiar to Man.She can score with a bat, use a rod or a cue; Her tennis and golf are sublime.Her aim … Continue reading
A Phenomenal Fauna (Carolyn Wells Poems)
THE REG’LAR LARK The Reg’lar Lark’s a very gay old Bird;At sunrise often may his voice be heardAs jauntily he wends his homeward way,And trills a fresh and merry roundelay.And some old, wise philosopher has said:Rise with a lark, and … Continue reading
Golf Luck (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
As a golfer I’m not one who cops the money; I shall always be a member of the dubs;There are times my style is positively funny; I am awkward in my handling of the clubs.I am not a skillful golfer, … Continue reading
The First Rule Of Golf (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
(In which Ye Ed attempts the millionaire’s game and obeys the first rule of golf, which is to put back the turf.) We stood at the tee and the driver we swung,Then we put back the turf; At the ball, … Continue reading
A Lesson From Golf (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
He couldn’t use his driver any better on the teeThan the chap that he was licking, who just happened to be me;I could hit them with a brassie just as straight and just as far,But I piled up several sevens … Continue reading
Golf Pride (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
As a golfer I’m not one who cops the money,I shall always be a member of the dubs;There are times my style is positively funny,I am awkward in my handling of the clubs;I am not a skillful golfer, nor a … Continue reading