Best Marijuana Poems
‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden
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my pains depart not
even when my tear glands d r y
as sorrow remains my life’s most loyal friend
it bothers not to knock before drawing near
just since
I was wrested away from my mother’s breast
as she e x h a l e d
her last breath in creeping agony
two years after my father was jailed for life~
his crime
the same blood that now pulses within my veins
then....
hatred was s e w n
into a grim dress that h a u n t s
t o r m e n t i n g my nights and days,
never ceasing
my mouth
s t r i p p e d
as hunger cries pierced through my ribs
love~
a drifter who shuns my h o l l o w abode
yet sings with a l o u d voice in my friends’ homes
caressing
only when hatred
h i d e s a w a y
loitering in the streets,
refusing to
step
inside
my good friend~
when I smoke thick marijuana
draining strong gin bottles till nothing remains
when I sniff the white powder, chasing a trip
one that will carry me straight to my father
Far as the Politics and this is my voice
Medical Marijuana is the right choice
Even though that road is no longer for me
It serves a purpose and that’s clear to see
Convicts are growers as it thins out the pen
Offering the players a game they can win
It’s true; home invasions may be on the rise
As smoke from the pot fills up our skies
Children of growers will grow up and use
Trying hard to fill up their parent’s shoes
We work, pay taxes, they rake in the cash
Everybody’s looking for some kind of stash
My stash is my daughter she is also my pride
From her there are no actions I would ever hide
There are two little feet that are following me
Eyes as beautiful and innocent as two eyes can be
Those eyes look at me like I’m Robert De Niro
I’m not just her daddy I’m that little girls hero
Because, I made the changes a man makes in life
I made them for my children and also my wife
I’m at the top of my class and like it or not
I wouldn’t be here, sitting around smoking pot
The Lord is my Shepherd my wife is my friend
Each lets me know there are rules I can’t bend
I talked it over with the Lord and my wife
Everything bad comes with that way life
We no longer choose to wear addicts shoes
But you be our guest go right ahead and use
I bear no animosity I will hold no grudge
I may be a Christian but I am no Judge
Aside from all the Politics this is my voice
I know growing pot is not the right choice
Medical Marijuana is an issue that I have
friends on each side of the table. I think
each side has many valid points. i think
it's an issue that will never be resolved
because the two sides see things very
differently. I have far to much to live
for to sit around high. But then again,
who am I to judge.
I feel as if walking inside
an impressionistic painting, that too in 3D
as far as I can see, a world of dots and light
the same as what I’m made of.
I see summer in spring.
My eyes touch the sky and sky me.
I feel people staring at me
but why don’t they ask me about my Glaucoma.
My optic nerve, the cable, is damaged
And sends visual information to the brain
And can cause slight vision or even blindness
And am advised to take marijuana,
The most controversial choice
though there are alternative therapies.
I know smoking marijuana has been proven
to reduce intra ocular pressure
and prevents optic nerve damage
but takes a heavy toll
as one has to smoke multiple times a day
for the consistent results
adding to the global drama of medical marijuana.
I am trying it out but…….
Feeling the side effects of depression & exacerbate asthma.
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November 29, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr.Ram Mehta
7th place win
Contest: Medical Marijuana by Debbie Guzzi
Marijuana puffs
Famed hallucinatory.
Laced with excuses.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
June 8, 2010
Poetic form: Haiku
M edically necessary to help those
A fflicted with life changing diseases.
R ealizing that many suffering
I ndividuals need this legalized
J ust to continue the quality and
U sefulness of their lives.
A lternative medications don’t work, but
N ot having this narcotic
A vailable, many will suffer terribly.
Marijuana
Drug tests,
loss of employment,
Jail sentences.....
and even execution !
Medical issues,
and I get legalised,
Killing symptoms.....
of cancer and HIV !
I am marijuana !
Recreation
forget about,
That's illegal !
Killing of pain,
gain in disease,
Well that's legal !
Written November 29th, 2014
For Debbie Guzzi's contest 'Global poetry'
Theme-the legal use of marijuana
Awarded 5th place
Please, God Please, don't let them kill me
She thought she heard him shout
His room is locked, the door is blocked
Three days since he's been out
A million fears he contemplates
Too scared to rest his head
He dare not sleep or close his eyes
Those eyes of bloodshot red
He tells her what he's hearing
And she says it isn't there
The doctor said the weed did this
She says it isn't fair
Sedation, medication, stat!
To save his mind, his life
Drugs of every shape he took
To fight the one he likes
Son, please say it's over now
Your here and yet your gone
The doctor says you wont be back
I pray to God he's wrong
And in and out, and in and out
The dope smoke that he breathes
And in and out, and in and out
The hospital, the streets
I know your there inside somewhere
His mothers voice was shaking
I know that when you quit this junk
You'll get back what was taken
Somehow inside his scattered mind
Her voice said to the drug
That he again someday would be
The kid she raised and loved
And in and out and in and out
The doc, the school, the gym
And in and out, and in and out
Till he again was him
The dealers came a dozen times
A dozen times denied
Until the day his clean date was
A dozen weeks behind
My son, my son, it's been too long
Please say it's you this time
He pointed to his head and said
I've taken back what's mine
By Kyle Ezra Kriticos
Dedicated to those who "never came back" from marijuana induced pyschosis
~Marijuana~
I fly
High and high
To the reverberation
To the bliss
I fly
High and high
To the goddess
To the serenity
To make love with the unsung hymns
I fly
High and high
With the puff
Pondering Self, the elf
Calming down
When the whiff gulps down
The pain
The body weight
I fly
High and high
To the void
Knowing I am not this
I am not that
Searching the Self, THE I
I fly
High and high
-Puvi-
(8/6/2015)
People around the world
Are smoking marijuana
Just like a coconut tree
Is god’s gift to nature?
But some men with power
They gone and make it illegal
When every one knows
The real problem is alcohol
Since the beginning of time
The tribes would come together
And they smoke the hemp
To make peace with one another
It’s a gift to mankind
Just Like the grass in your yard
Now they arrest you for this?
I think the world has gone mad
For some smoking marijuana
Does help focus on they studies
And its use by doctors, lawyers
And professors in universities
If you get arrest with marijuana
You will get a record for life
But some can walk in a store
Buy alcohol and drink and drive
It has so many different verities
Of alcohols in the store
But still they say we can’t
Pick an herb and smoke no more
The tree of life grows by the river
Says the book of revelations
And the leaves of the tree
Is the healing of the nations?
Marijuana cures much illness
It’s a healing remedy
But some use it to get stone
And that’s not the way it should be
These people are crazy today
They even abuse regular medication
So you can’t class them with others
Who use it for healing and meditation?
It has a name for the stoners
And its simple they’re abusers
And the name of others
Well they’re the real users
People are getting obese
By the fast foods of today
Yet it’s completely legal
To sit down and eat you life away
Cigarette is very dangerous
But the powerful like to smoke
When every day you see on TV
It cause cancer and leads to stroke
So if I want to smoke a joint
In the private comfort of my home
Then you should make it legal
And just leave me to hell alone
Open the flood gates of creativity
Human ingenuity enhanced by natural selection
Plants and herbs by all effective means
Affecting consciousness as the projector screen
Our thoughts but suave pendulum circles
Made evident from chambers of visible language
Emotional doors unleash the soul
Unrestricted imagination, intuitive belief
There's a reason why
Plants and people evolved together
So-calm…
And so-even…
My world feels oddly
Complete;
With just a touch of weed.
My yin and yang,
Smoke hazed in the hang.
Floats so creatively…
It feels like a dream.
So ever calm,
This dream of dawn.
I believe I hallucinate a sound,
But it’s a burned mind
I’ve found.
I would trade anything
To keep this feeling.
Better than any drink;
This high that keeps me dreaming.
The hope and feeling;
I feel so calm and even.
A boundless seasoned-out fever;
A light toast unto the evening.
I love these slow and rainy days;
I wish I never had to leave,
And could stay.
Oh,
It’s my favorite kind of day,
So sweet,
Is the marijuana way.
With roots in hell,
beware her spell.
Poison to sell,
keeping you well.
Masking the pain,
in no way sane.
Frying the brain,
life down the drain.
We are
A nation
Of drug
Addicts
Legal or not
Why wont my
Health insurance
Cover medical
Marijuana
2019
Still oppressed
New.
air, old.
taste;
DEliverance||
Take me.
away.
from gray.
skies.
and dirty.
streets||
We need to think twice on medical marijuana
Even if it is opposed in India or Indiana
Let’s make it free, exclusively legalized
For those who need to have their nerves normalized