Best Smoker Poems

A saturated room
A cancerous smoke blower
Killer of my child...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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lights pipe
smells ripe...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Barely can I even breathe
(I'm always out of breath!)
Oh, my lungs of me bereaved-
I smoked them to my Death!...

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in silence they keep drifting back
      to the placid pool of this memory,
    tales of untaken opportunities,
  of had it not been, of if only,
of what could or should have been . . .

  ...

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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...

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There once was a ghost whom in life had smoked,
Four packs of cigarettes a day.
Fell asleep one night;
Awoke to a fright;
On fire was his entire estate!
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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...

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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...

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