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An Ashtray Full of Goodbye

as if I didn't know it was you
after all this time
becoming nothing inside of me
I'm tired of carrying your leftovers
sabotaging my victories
you who saddened my planets
look up there the missiles strolling
already looking for people like us
look there among your memories
there must be something that justifies us
a damn happy breakfast
after absence
two or three tears
and an ashtray

Categories: ashtray, allegory, irony, love hurts,
Form: Free verse

Big Concrete Ashtray

This was a sports arena once considered better than good.
At least, it was located in a better neighborhood.
It's where the Phillies and Eagles would play.
From 1971 to 2003, the teams would stay.
The place reminded me of a big concrete ashtray.
Times changed for this famed sports venue.
In early 2004, Veterans Stadium had to bid adieu.
The Phillies

Categories: ashtray, history, sports,
Form: Rhyme

An Old Ashtray

There's an old ashtray in the middle of the room,
half filled with ashes and half filled with gloom.
A reminder of things burning away,
like a mind filled with memories, too many to stay.

It's sitting next to an old photo book,
frozen inside are the smiles that were took.
Pictures of Summer's youth and naive trust,
now sitting still and

Categories: ashtray, age, death, sad,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Father's Ashtray

White and orange,
Poorly glazed.
A moment forever,
Sealed in clay.

It was my gift to you,
For nervous fingers.
It you've long forgotten,
With me its presence lingers.

Categories: ashtray, emotions, family, father, father
Form: Rhyme

Ashtray For Thought

I finish my day with a nicotine high, and I find myself staring at the stars in the sky, thinking of him, thinking of the ghosts, of lips together and waves on the coast. Wet rocks and liqueur shots, driving fast, avoiding the cops. Every flick of my lighter is a memory, and every stump

Categories: ashtray, addiction, happy, imagery, life,
Form: Blank verse

Broken Ashtray

I wanna make love to you
until your crotch turns blue.
Just climb up and enjoy
the view.
It's a natural urge and
I'm on the verge
of losing my patience.
They say you gotta
take your time, 
spend a dime 
before dropping a rhyme, 
oh, **** I've been there.
It's all just a well devised scheme,
a traditional theme
you must align with.
Since the very

Categories: ashtray, sexy,
Form: Free verse

Ashtray

This world is our molten ashtray,
                Revolving life, its stained glass grey

Categories: ashtray, analogy, death, environment, growing
Form: Verse

In the Ashtray

the burning of lost hope

the stentch of problems 

the flavor of tasteless bubblegum without sugar

taste less

the stabbing and torture on the breathe of ones lungs

the colored of teeth that they paint

cells that will never recharge

the life of an empty hole, burning through the ashes of society

no imagination

just the urges of wanting and needing

the stress that

Categories: ashtray, angstlife,
Form: I do not know?

In the Ashtray

the burning of lost hope

the stentch of problems 

the flavor of tasteless bubblegum without sugar

taste less

the stabbing and torture on the breathe of ones lungs

the colored of teeth that they paint

cells that will never recharge

the life of an empty hole, burning through the ashes of society

no imagination

just the urges of wanting and needing

the stress that

Categories: ashtray, angstlife,
Form: I do not know?

In the Ashtray

the burning of lost hope

the stentch of problems 

the flavor of tasteless bubblegum without sugar

taste less

the stabbing and torture on the breathe of ones lungs

the colored of teeth that they paint

cells that will never recharge

the life of an empty hole, burning through the ashes of society

no imagination

just the urges of wanting and needing

the stress that

Categories: ashtray, angstlife,
Form: I do not know?

The Ashtray

i stared at the ashtray
a trapdoor design
silent huffs and puffs
the haze, unseen, unfeeling
the bricks, mocking, urging
the dead fire still crackling, popping in my ears
the ashtray wants me. My soul
it smelt the dark mascara
pressed its ears against my rattling chains
my dark cloths only inviting its gaze
"touch me, taste me, and i shall be yours."
the wind briskly

Categories: ashtray, dark, dark,
Form: I do not know?

The Curious Tradition of the Ashtray

(a love poem for my son)

Dreams spill out of sleep
sift across the hardwood floor
covers the window 
in colors of May

slamming me back towards childhood
or perhaps just to the ashtray.
One forged with labor
in elementary school ceramics;

patient fingers size up,
roll the earthen clay,
pinch it to perfection,
this unusable object

is made with skill,
crafted uniquely for my father.

A tribute greater

Categories: ashtray, love, nostalgia, satireme, morning,
Form: Free verse