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Haiku Golf Poems

My irons are shovels
Bring the hate if you want to
I'll just swing my sticks
:cool:
 
I love my golf ball
Shiny new Pinnacle Rush
Performance times ten
:devilish:
 
these are fun :p
 
Smoke drive down fairway
Check numbers then pull a club
Lay sod over wedge
:(
 
Can you buy a game?
The best gear and fancy clubs
Hint...you still ain't good
:cool:
 
Blue? White? Red? or Green?
Which tees should I try to play?
Just challenge yourself
:cool:
 
Shank, lip out, hook, slice
So many unique golf words
Divot, fade, bunker
:sneaky:
 
Stribs said:
Share your haiku poem on anything golf.

Here’s mine on golf clubs.

Golf clubs in the bag
Whisper lies of perfect shots
Ball laughs, hides in woods
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Home greens tilt his way,


@mtbloco drains each putt—


I tip my cap, beat. ⛳️
 
These are addicting, once you start you can’t stop. Hope y’all are enjoying all this top shelf golf comedy :D
 
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Drive carries two bills
Good six….one fifty; thats why
The whites are just right
:devilish:
 
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Can you hit a cut?
How about a sky high flop?
Why aren't you on Tour?
:cool:
 
You’ve got a sweet swing
Play baby fades on demand
Poor man’s Philly Mick
:golf:
 
Roll out of divot
Also away from tree roots
Your cap is bogus
:cool:
 
Please fix your pitch marks
And rake bunkers lazy ass
You shouldn't play golf
:devilish:
 
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Ugh! Three off the tee
Words you never want to hear
Confirms that you suck
:(
 
Drive, approach, two putts
That's golf at its very best
Steady as she goes
:cool:
 
Drivable par four?
Can’t hit out of my shadow
It’s two forty yards
o_O
 
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Fairway dreams run wild
Head is full, body idle
When will feet touch grass?
:cool:
 
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Sea of dormant grass
So beige and uninviting
Can't play on this straw
:rolleyes:
 
My demons say, "hi"
They know I'm golfing again
I kill them with beer
 
New driver, new year
Feel confident with the new shaft
Why does it go right?

Lessons are complete
Swing thoughts are top of mind
Why does it go right?

Think hands going left
Complete your full back swing schmuck
Why does it go right?

For the love of god
This one better go damn left
Why does it go right?

Just one f**ckin time
Please Please Please please don't go right
Damn it, It went right

That's it, I give up
Just swing as hard as I can
What the? It went straight

I figured this out
Just need to swing harder, duh
Right down the middle

I am a golf god
Hear me roar triumphantly
Wait what why No No

I kept my head down
I swung my swing super hard
Why did it go right?

Hate this f**king game
Did not change any thing at all
Why did it go right?

Last hole, sunset soon
Why I do this to myself
Holy f**k, straight ball

Three hundred yards out
Never doubt, I am back baby
It did not go right

Can't wait for next round
I still really wonder why
Why does it go right?
 
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So many clubs that
help with slicing; alas! I am...
but a poor hooker
 
Bought a new putter
And gained three strokes; Arrow,
not the Indian!
 
Dew kissed grass silent
Birds waking up from slumber
First mower starts up

Mist flows over greens
Silent ghosts to rounds yet played
Swirls of promises

Distant Sprinklers start
Silent range stands waiting
First warm up ball drops

First rays of sunshine
Whispers to the swirling ghosts
"Now is a new round"

Thwack of the first strike
Alone with the deaf course
Alone with your past

Generations here
Embraced in legacy swings
Father, grandfather

Club grip, familiar
Am I nine or fifty nine?
The years, shots, strikes blur

Tears well, memories
Looking up to see my son
The next in long line

The giggle, the laugh
The memories flood, constant
Aching in the soul

The casket, the news
Time rolls like a downhill putt
When will he be here

"Are you ready, Pops"
His eyes eager, like mine were
Before the loss, the sad

Bags loaded up tight
Just the two of us this round
One less voice, less soul

The warmth of his hand
In mine, celebrating, cheers
Gone. Cold. Missed chances

The course calls to us
The generations after
The course remembers

Each triumph, each thrill
Each moment locked in memory
Each shot an instance

Startled by the crack
Man he can hit it so far
"great hit kid. Nailed it"

So starts our next round
The course pulls us inwards
Enjoying the sun

Pride wells up for him
Soon he will take lead, his son
Will be his turn
 
Warm days, coolish nights
Perfect golf weather indeed
Stuck at home, too bad
:(
 
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