Best Smoke Poems

Smoke Rings
If she wanted to stay he would make her a place,
for he loves ev'rything that she is,
and he'd willingly give all the world and the stars
for her love--if they only were his.

But he likes it alone, and in silence he knows,
if he wants, he...

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   His fragile limbs in a caged body 
    seeking proteins from ivy drips
     vulnerable fears hushed by whirring darkness
      paranoia draped in wavering existence of malady
    ...

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We sit alone in the shadows outside,
Blowing smoke rings in the dark;
Watching them rise and then divide,
The cherry just a glowing spark;

This is what living is all about,
I’m more happy now than I care to admit;
Talking, laughing, and hanging out,
Just sitting here with our cigarettes...

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Passion burned brighter
than candle flames
licking shadows on the wall.
A tongue sipped sweet nectar
from cream filled silken folds
that quivered with each libidinous stroke.
Like wisps of smoke, her whimpers rose
aroused by sensual flickering.
Embers smoldering
until luxuria was sated.


Some Kind of Sensual Poetry Contest
sponsored by Nette Onclaud
6/3/2020 -- 44...

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POTD June 15 2025

Smoke And Mirrors – Channelling in the Spirit of Edgar Allan Poe

When regulation picks at pillaged dreams

The searchlight shines its brutal beams

As shadows spill its borrowed light.

judgement retains its fractured fight.

A blind eye turns as life disbands

the gavel strikes by unseen hands,

The...

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When we were nine
and yearning, outcasted
I did not understand the bruised
nature of your soul. Perhaps I
do not understand even now.
I remember
how I criticized you for the way 
you sang "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star"
in your warbling baby voice
also how you were the only one
who ever acknowledged...

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If words could envelop fire,

I’d whisper softly into a quiet

note and let the pyre in my

lonely coffer spill out it’s smokey dispatch.

Letting pathos glow inside carrion’s beat,

I would endeavor this note reach a messenger

with quick feet, so that you would read it before

I became nothing...

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She stood in the doorway of the house
Her vibrant cerise pink dressing gown bulging at the seams - 
Like a sack of dough tied up in the middle
Life has been hard for her and it shows in her face
Which was lined like the bark of...

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Under the cloud where the velvet smoke bled,
'Love's a curse' the smiling soul said;
The blood in the dwarf's heart then froze,
When an indecisive liar presented her the rose...

The fingers around which my ring would slide,
On the clod evening, she would be, my bride,
Breathing in, exhaling...

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Let's live in a fairytale, 
you can chase away the dragons, 
who's smoke breathes to life, 
the nightmares in my dreams.

I can be your Princess,
You can hold me in your arms,
Like a Knight in shinning armor,
And hush away my screams. 

No more wasted time,
with smoke...

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His boots are trekking  through a foreign land
 Rifle ready to deliver death....
 But it's his blood that stains the desert sand
  And it's there he draws his final breath

 Bullets fly along a lonely desert road
 As soldiers fight hard to survive
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When The Party Is Over

When the party’s over, the rising sun shines, with all eyes squinting
Make-up smeared on face’s, some have slimy snail skin
A woman waiting for a gent to light her cigarette, just hinting
Last thing she remembered the drink in her cup sink’n in
Alas...

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Black Powder
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He waits offstage, his posture tense,
his gaze locked on the audience -
his first in years.

He blots the sweat that wets his face,
then walks onstage and gets in place,
amidst their cheers.

In bowtie, vest and dinner tails,
he's dressed down to his fingernails.
His face is flushed.

His eyes...

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Scarred and Blackened

In Tasmania’s rugged but scenic South West
Lies an ancient land of pristine wilderness
Protected by a World Heritage Listing
An eco-system a thousand years nesting

A land of Aboriginal spiritual dreamtime
Where rare native flora survives, like Pencil Pine
And fauna abound on the Button Grass plains
With rugged...

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