Best Cannabis Poems

Medical Marijuana

Magical Herb, given to this world
can cure so many things, you’d 
never believe it would

from helping a cancer patient
from starving
the positive results from it
are alarming

it gives people
a chance
to alleviate the pain,
stomach aches
even a granny’s arthritis
why would anyone want to
fight this

this beautiful idea of
medical marijuana
limiting the lords 
use for it, is intruding on
an individuals
freedom

Cannabis Connoisseurs
can...

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If you seek to fully understand,
This complex human jam,
You just need a ticket in hand,
To fly to Amsterdam!

History walks the streets here,
In every pavement stone,
You find friendship and cheer,
 On every face In town!

Watch the cyclist to the right,
They have the right of way,
Trams, buses are packed tight,
As the Dutch start their day!

Explore the city...

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Imagine there's no cupcake
Someone in the house ate yours
No Krispy Kremes or KitKats
No pudding pops or s'mores
Imagine there's no halva 
Behind cupboard doors, oo hoo oo....

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This is the Cannabis song,
they've turned something good. 
made is seem wrong,

It's illegal why?
Come on politics,
don't be shy

So many uses for this wonder drug,
Wonderful for clothing and sometimes rugs,
Fords model T car was built from hemp- the very best, 
Mayflower sails were too they passed the test,
1619 Jamestown settlers had to grow the crop,
It's absorbent...

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Gummy bear! Gummy bear!
Gummy gummy gummy bear!
Dropped you down my underwear!
Sticky sticky gummy bear!...

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There was a dreadlocks Jah man
called Dennis
He changed his name to Ratty

He never takes the same paths with cops, nor need their help, 
because he knew how to plant and sell his weed crops successfully well

He hardly moved with his mates,
because he is always high in faith

He never liked having his bath,
because he hates feeling...

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(cuz ma life iz such a drag...
this toke kin “FAKE” hemp  
pyre aye roll out to you dear reader).

As a double jointed mathematical abbot 
and amateur chemist 
   specializing in cannabinoids
   my favorite delta-9-tetra
   hydrocannabinol (THC), 

   isolated and synthesized in 1964
weeding thru bathroom rag 
...

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High fly
Flies high...

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There once was a fellow named Lurch 
Who attended a Cannabis church.
Lurch listened not to preaching;
For ignoring church teaching
He got stoned in a grove of birch....

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Already an apology is due,
which is only better
than one already overdue,

Yes, I know cannabis
is a place of multiple
and diversely celebrated
subcultures,

And, yes, I realize chaos
and complexity may be civilly sipped
and thirstily gulped
from diverse alcohol
subcultures,
pedigrees,
castes of enumerated strength,
weakness,
risk,
altered opportunity.

Even so,
although it may feel peculiar
to follow this bi-cultural thought experiment

Let us explore
what we might heuristically mean
by a Cannabis...

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Early in the morning
I heard a knock
On my door
I opened the door
It's my landlord, oh lord!
He seemed happy, thank God
Then he said bhangi, oh no!
Do you smoke it?
Hell no!...

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They might be our real enemies
But they don’t smoke as much cannabis, 
Your schemed wars thriller to the vulture
And that’s the truest darkest picture!

They scramble for our lowest money,
Never its restrictions finding funny;
Their brothers reviving our fainting shoes:
The hardly polished after their stubborn use;
With us initiating the silly prices 
That regard gives none to how...

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With a lot in life tampered,
With as much in it hampered;
For it there’s a recorder,
For in life, here, there’s order
2023
And it seems folks would be free,
I mean: crazily so free 
As to  attack a close tree:
More intake of cannabies,
Guys barking you’d think Rabies,
A man seize by the collar,
Because one saw his dollar;
Refusal to release...

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you told me I wouldn't be able to put on gloves or fight again
you told me i wouldnt be able to hold a pen or write again
you told me it wasnt very likely i would ever be myself again
but here i am 
thanks to a plant you told me not to believe in.


Kale Brereton
Mar 13,...

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I’m an addict
In recovery 
And I’m kind of glad of it
I don’t want to be
Just another G
Out promoting weed
While I’m planting the idea 
Like a G-13 seed

Read between the lines
And you’ll find I’m blinded
Beating up my mind
And my spines been grinded
Reminded of the times
I’d fly so high kid
I might get by this
In spite of the...

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