Best Smoker Poems
A saturated room
A cancerous smoke blower
Killer of my child
You came into my life, before I was born.
How could I know, our relationship was to be forlorn?
I knew in my heart, I should just walk away.
Time I was thirteen, you were here to stay.
I thought it was cool, never going by all the rules.
I was the hippest, never no ones fool.
You were with me everywhere I would go.
New friends, you would get to know.
Dad was in the Service, often we would move.
Long as I had you, I could find a "New Groove".
You went with me everywhere that I went.
Dad, died on his Birthday, he was fifty-one and Heaven sent.
I made a promise to him, one I never kept.
I should have listened, but now I regret.
Mom died young, not even a year later, from secondhand smoke.
I thought at the time, that had to be a joke.
I now have C. O. P. D., I do not want the people to see...
Me, stuck on an oxygen machine, with a forty foot hose.
Thinking how bad the Tobacco Companies and smoking,
really have got to go!
Comments: C.O.P.D. is Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease)
This is a revised version of a poem I wrote a few years ago. I guess with this
I want to get across how Smoking takes it's tole on families. This is my true story, I hope
some can see what it does and can stop the madness. Judy
Little chant for ya...
bloody ciggie takes me breath,
the stinker comes between,
nicotene pfinger pokes ,
me dad is dead it means,
dont get so dead ice-scream.....
suck slack tobacco is the joke,
says the man from nicotene....
chant it babe........Don
~got to have a hobby hey,
suck a ciggie all the day,
reaper waits for the END of play,
dodge the bludger if you may :{-~
GOOD ON YA MATE:}
THANKS 2 JOHN L.....
What this guy dose every single day
Smokes like a chimmly, Smoker Jack
I tell him if you want to keep on this way
Your life expectancy, is a heart attack
But never listens to any given warning
Smoking, he's got a bad chest again
And you can hear him every morning
Choking he now is, coughing up flem
With all those poisons and every toxin
Isn’t it enough your hair and nails yellow
I say to think what you are actually inhalin
He's like puff after puff, inhale and blow!
But then it don’t matter whatever you say
He will always tell you it's his last Pack
It is what this guy dose every single day
Smokes like a chimmly, Smoker Jack.
I did use to smoke a lot myself not just cigarettes but the old mj too im sure i mentioned
breifly in age of life poem and othe things in my teens twentys
maybe now just being high on life or though dont think id qit everythong a drink now and agin is good
and of course there sex mybe were all druges how many of us drink tea every day or coffee
this was more a joke towards brothin law as he is like one after another
this kind of croped up as I was writing other writes another and time
without really thinking losly put togeather not alot of content or much sffort
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note UPDATED A LITTLE BETTER CONTEXT CHANHED TITLE ALSO THIS BASED ON A FRIEND
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Someone smells like smoke. I can barely stand to sit here.
Clenching my teeth, I have a headache, everywhere near.
A friendly smoker has sat next to me, oh, dear.
I jump up, because her smell is killing me, so clear.
I am an asthmatic, and I cannot breathe next to a smoker, I think.
In the nicest way I have to say, politely, if you smoke, you stink.
Your breath stinks, and stench comes out of your pores that are no longer pink.
If you do not agree, you are a smoker, and no offense, but you stink.
The only thing more smelly and more dangerous to me is Patty Perfume.
Patty wears so much perfume that an asthmatic like me has to leave the room.
I jump up and move an aisle or two over so my breathing can resume,
But Patty Perfume follows me, triggering a cough that blows me to the moon.
If I am lucky, I will merely throw up, after my cough will not quit.
There is often a cup that I can use to do a small dainty spit.
But when Smoker Sherry and Perfumed Patty both come sit next to me,
I cannot breathe, and I choke, my eyes water, I fall down on my knees.
They are both my worst nightmare, individually, and together.
I cannot attend church now, I pretend I am under the weather.
Should I put my life in danger, go to church, and pretend all is okay?
And hope Smoker Sherry and Perfumed Patty do not attend that day?
I might sound picky, set in my ways, and such, but need I remind you?
When you make your choices, you could be sealing other people’s fates too.
I have to stop reading poetry.
The muses of poets take long drags on
Cigarettes
Before puffing out more
Show stopping lines.
I am trying to quit.
.
It has been four days since I
Pushed my last yellowed filter into the ground
Let it stand next to the others like
A proudly rotten smile.
.
At the weekend I spent every penny I own and more
Pushing boot prints into mud
Shoulder blades swaying like dorsal fins to music I didn’t know
Dark pupils spilling into white noise
Lungs filling
With smoke and emptying with words like
Frankly Dear, I don’t give a damn.
.
I liked me back there
All muse and smirks and
Dry laughs
But tobacco is expensive
And nobody listens to a non-smoker.
she’s a chain smoker
with stiletto heels
and ruby red lips
she leaves a trail
of cigarette butts
marked with her kiss
like a bread crumb
trail in case she
gets lost and can’t
find her way home
she’ll shutdown
your heart faster
than a heart attack
knows where she’s going
and only getting started
she’s an unsolvable riddle
when she whips her hair
parts the red sea
and walks right down
the middle
I'm coughing out in rhythm
As I draw in more lushest smoke
Ain't never done me any good
But the Marlboro Mans got my vote
Two packs a day at minimum
I see no use in quitting
Though the way I wheeze in the morning time
There ain't much use in living
The doctors give their warning
My lungs are tarred and blackened
The only thing I see I'm missing
Is the free breathing that I'm lacking
So leave me be to my greatest need
We all know what that is
Carcinogens and nicotine
Are two of my favorite hits
They say smoking wont send you to hell
It just makes you smell like you've been there
And to a smoker that's just as well
In hell you'll never need a lighter
So the doctor's can warn me all they want
If they feel they must
But I ain't leaving outta here
Until that very last lushest puff...
I'm not a smoker myself...
This is just something I thought all you smokers would enjoy...
So everyone light up, inhale, draw deep, exhale, Ahhhhhhh......
Down through the greener woods of Uma,
Through the lions’ den to the green mamba’s palace,
Near the dik dik’s habitat,
As the antelope took off to escape the rage,
Of the approaching leopards whose paws protruded,
Upon the trees were vultures the street sweepers,
Freely interweaving chores with weaver bird choirs,
Whose melodious tuning meant zero to the jungle-
Whose circle a train man decided to cremate,
Elephants hitting their tusks clumsily-
To secure escape routes as rhinoceros tails wagged by,
On their bellies, precious pythons unwounded their rings,
To fit in the general jungle athletics
As the dark pan paper like smoke covered
Rapidly converting the small milieu into-
A small tentative night before a see through,
Thorough plights epitomized the sodomic tragedy
And the Gomorra wails.
As he moved down the valley to Naili Center
Nyama choma’s aroma spread in the setting
As occupants of a small matatizo City
Saw through to Lake Matatizo bounds-
Silence in Uma.
Barely can I even breathe
(I'm always out of breath!)
Oh, my lungs of me bereaved-
I smoked them to my Death!
this spot
is hot
it alot
no cots
am not jokeing
its for
NON SMOKER
the smoke from your lips
a milky way
the words you speak
stars
an endless source
of fascination
I am in love
I think
the way you craft
ideas
stories
beginning with a seed
blooming
into fantasies
and dreams
floating away
into the night
Her luring loin
And her customers’ seduced groin
Once again join
With a freshly released gold coin,
Even as she wasn’t his type
For being a smoker of a pipe
To whom final quitting could never be ripe,
Until cancer took its paw swipe
And off her illusory joy wipe…
A nymphomaniac reaching out to ointments
Ahead of fixed appointments
For the enveloping of smell of cigarette
And show to valued customers that she could be considerate!
They’ve been my constant buddies through experiences
bad and good
And like any close-knit friendships things don’t always go
as they should
Lately I’ve been coughing and running out of breath
Asthma? Emphysema? Cancer? It’s scaring me to death
When I run out, I panic like a climber about to fall
or a little lost boy looking for his mom
at a crowded carnival
Though they’ve been my family for over a hundred years—
their kinship I regret
But through all the suffering that they’ve caused—
I need a cigarette!