Best Lungs Poems


Blazing Pens,Smoking Lungs

Dive into poetry,
Smoking a lot less,
Less smoke,free breathing,
Less stress on my chest,

Longer life,my health,
I know its for the best,
Although stopping is so hard,
So hard to digest,

Ink versus Smoke,
An internal test,
Who will be victorious,
In my contest......

Lungs of the Earth

You spoil the air by burning fossil fuel
By absorbing odors, trees help to level

You inhale fresh air
To this, trees provide a lions’ share

You exhale exhaust of the body
Which the trees take into custody

Trees inhale the pollutant
And exhale oxygen that you want

Every life lives with the breath
Mother Earth also follows this path

Human lungs that do this are worth
Trees do this, as lungs of the Earth!


Above poem is from “EAGLE EDUCATES ENDURANCE! AND OTHER POEMS ON NATURE ” by Mr.V.Muthu manickam. Copyright is held by V.Muthu manickam

Lungs of the World

Smoking is banned in public places
God designed us to breathe fresh air
Evolution says the strongest will win
The circle of life with forests, we share.

But we know better than omnipresent design
We can tax all those stepping out of line
The tax will put right all that is bad
And make governments rich, but not care, it is sad.

Man cannot live without the fresh air
The planet will die without some real care

We rape and we gouge the rainforest for gain
The lungs of the world, the forests in rain
Each hectare gone, a species extinct
The rich will get richer our fresh air can stink

Man cannot live without the fresh air
The planet and we will die without care.

The forests breathe in our carbon dioxide
A waste product from breathing from life the world wide
Our forests through photosynthesis
Convert it to oxygen, so we can live.

A child born in a world without any air
Will die straight away, there’s no one to care.

Stop the rape and the pillage of a the world we once knew
Let the climate re-grow itself can renew
Not taxes for man to make governments rich
Put back the forest our climate enrich.

There is no birth, no death, no rich, and no poor
As the lungs of our world die, we are no more.

© Mandy Tams 23/11/2014


Cherish Your Lungs

Listen man, have you not heard the word?
Smoking is not good, its’ bad; its’ absurd.
Take note; smoking gives you lung cancer; 
Bronchitis, lung failure – makes you die faster.
Tobacco has poisonous gases and chemicals; 
Damages your teeth and throat – mess your vocals.  
Listen friend, be wise; don’t ever try smoking;
With your life and future, you can’t be joking.
You need your body healthy; so, take care it;
If you see tobacco, just watch it; do not smoke it!
	                                       End
                                         By: Dion Penville

My Heart Swells and Explodes With Love Whilst My Lungs Collapse From Unexpected Memory Loss

heart swells and explodes
                           with love
but then i fall
          its chaos and death from above

Please Don'T Tamper With Us Forests

As you can see I am very big,...
One of the biggest forests in the world.
I belong to a major league
Of chief forests of the veld.

I pack, daily, tons of oxygen
Which I release to the atmosphere.
That gas, along with nitrogen,
Needs replenishment as part of air.

In here you can pick things to eat right away
But most of my gifts to the world
Are not visible day to day
Though by them life's pillars are held.

I have mentioned world oxygen.
There are also pulp and paper,
Many ingredients used in medicine
As well as your flora and fauna!

We are called the lungs of the planet,
And as such we should be respected;
But we are facing the worst challenge yet:
By men's schemes we're being decimated!

What is most loathsome of all
Is when men use us in their wars.
They detonate and fire their wherewithal
And leave bad memories and scars!

Go and warn your fellow men
That original features like us
Have been ever here since Eden
And tampering with us is dangerous!
© Abel Jae  Create an image from this poem.


Ribs, Lungs, Head and Heart

I want you to touch me until
My ribs become piano keys and my 
Lungs are filled with sheet music I 
Want you to love the way that
Art fills my soul and blooms in
My head, I want you to hate
The way that I can't let go
I want you to touch me the way
That the crisp winter air suffocates 
The corrupted inside air.

Premium Member Cheer Your Lungs Out

The crack of the bat
  The arc of the ball
It lands over the fence
  Gives the fans a thrill

Close play at the plate
  A headfirst slide
Clouds of dust raised
  He's safe; game's tied!

Cheer your lungs out
  Give an occasional boo
Beer and brat at the ballpark
  Great day for me and for you

The Ten Days of Covid

On the tenth day of Christmas, 
my true love gave to me;
one dose of Covid, 
breathless and restless, 
tire and fatigue, 
loose bowels and sickness, 
sore throat and acne, 
phlegm, cough and sneezes, 
acute loss of smell, 
aches and pains, 
cycling high fever, 
and a lung full of pure misery.

Premium Member Lungs Wrapped In Black

~ emptiness chokes lungs of night
coughing from rib caged fever, 
a tight-rope walker lies still...
amidst full moon’s howl


pain, wrapped in black holocaust
as her bridal dress withers,
staining a torn, cancelled love…

pre-nuptial songs crack ~



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Rick Parise's CONTEST: One Of Your Favz -
 1 - 8 LINES!!! OLD POEM

Got Glue To the Lungs

Murders in Utah, Using Glue in lungs by upstairs neighbors

is this the work of and over active mine (mind)
should i call the who?
or should i call the what?
bam-sham-a-dam
the is so fudged-up,  all the way up
and i don't won't to get messed up
but it seems someone, gotsa to go
and it look like its gotsa, to be me...

so long cruel world
you fudge-en suck
and i've got, the hell to go
where its said to be always hot
don't worry i will save you a nice
red hot spot.
with all the fans you will every need
the ones who will watch all the things
i thought up waiting to bring you to
your screaming singing knees...    

so here to me i gave more than i got
and i got very little for the world
but pain and misery  
but they took millions from me!    

so when you spend all your money
on the finer things

just pray
i' m not whispering in your ear  
some evil thing...

because i'll be, the first in line
to let the devil know
just how much it took
to send me here
to met
him in his fiery Paradise...
and beg he lend me his ear
so he will know of my woe..
and how i came to be  
murders up from here ...

Smokey Lungs

Crackling Breathing
Wheezing black lungs
Toxins are seething
Tar parked among
Stubbornly apparent
Selfishly coherent 
Still boldly smoking away

Stunningly idiotic
Inhalingly hypnotic
Ground Breaking Discoveries
Show less lung recoveries 
Generations of addiction
Some have permanent affliction
They need inhalers today

Grippingly enthralling
People continue falling
Drug dealers are victorious
Selling drugs unglorious
Getting away with lawlessness
Covering up their flawlessness
Some smokers will never change

Guiltily societies hide
Gropingly searching for pride 
Science blindly leading the blind
Legally no guideline is kind
Cancer seems ignored today
Smoking lungs expel away 
Destroying life’s hope… is strange~
© Jane Bowen  Create an image from this poem.

Into My Lungs the Murky Flows

Finding solace in the shadows,
Eyes burning from the day's glaring glow,

Looking inside for the flickering flame,
searching deep for something without a name,

Lost in darkness, the abyss taunting,
Clear thinking replaced by relentless wanting,

A voice in the distance, a whisper on the wind,
Insanity on the outside a manifestation of within,

Sinking deeper into the mire,
Clawing at the walls, reaching an inch higher,

Arms grow weary, breathing slows,
Into my lungs the murky flows.

Iced Air In My Lungs

iced air in my lungs….
dripping from blue Christmas lights
shattering branches






*Christmas

Iron Lungs

A film of bubbles on her hull
  
   as ice around her crowns it's chill

      descension pits and twinks it's tune

         to merry wandering fish full bloom

         In white, albino, skeletonised

       with scales of silver for their eyes

     as liquid in their mouth, it glides

these hollow sailor's wave goodbye~

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