Best Smokes Poems
A PACK OF SMOKES
A LITTLE TOKE
A LOT OF CHOKE
A DEFINITE CROAK
Categories:
smokes, death,
Form:
Rhyme
a bonfire smokes - -
a tiny hedgehog wakes
and scuttles out
Jack Horne for Russell’s Autumn Splendour contest, 26th August
Categories:
smokes, nature, autumn,
Form:
Haiku
Five for Smokes
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I needed five dollars for smokes.Yesterday.,
I had it.but still...Had smokes AND That five.
ended up being used. for something else.I myself
might SAY I'd pay for but then,. I wouldn't. pay.ME, though.,
I'm sure someone would., So...Sure,. SOMEone would (And
DID.) they know I'd gladly sell that again Today,?When I say
"Yes"., can you see I'm now still?" Needing smokes...
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10/19/2018
Categories:
smokes, confusion, funny, humor, nonsense,
Form:
Free verse
I hope that you'll believe me but you probably will not.
I have a dog and she has been smoking all of my pot.
She's my doggy and I do love her.
But I can't get high because of her.
My money has been wasted because of all of the weed that she stole.
I hide my joints but she finds them and smokes every one that I roll.
Some people call me a nut, they think a straight jacket is what I need.
Others think that the dope dealer spiked my weed.
But I'm not crazy, my dog really does smoke my grass.
I'm very angry and I'm on the verge of kicking her ass.
If you're looking for a free dog, I'll gladly give you this stupid *****.
But if you smoke pot, you'll lose money so you'd better be rich.
(This is a fictional poem)
Categories:
smokes, dog, funny, hilarious, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Everybody laughs at my wife because she smokes a corn cob pipe.
She doesn't like it when I complain, she doesn't want me to gripe.
She smokes it everywhere she goes and it makes her look like a hillbilly.
She lost a beauty contest because that damn pipe made her look so silly.
She even smoked it when we went to Great Britain to meet the Queen.
Her majesty had us locked in a dungeon because that pipe is obscene.
I try to tell her that her pipe makes her look ridiculous.
I told her to get rid of it or it would be the end for us.
Smoking that pipe makes her stink, she is pretty ripe.
My life has been ruined because of that corn cob pipe.
Categories:
smokes, funny, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
two biggest wars
cigarettes were there
what damage did they cause?
Categories:
smokes, health, war,
Form:
Questionku
Apple doesn't fall far from the tree
Daddy liked his whiskey
Momma liked her smokes
Momma cursed like crazy
Dad told dirty jokes
To all the people 'round here
They was ordinary folks
Momma puffed on camels
Dad drank whiskey cokes
I dropped out of high school
By the time I was fourteen
I had no direction
And I got mighty mean
Sis, she had two babies
But neither one was seen
And to all the people 'round here
We were just both normal teens
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree
You do not want to grow and be like me
Listen to what I tell you, don't you do the things you see
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree
Nope, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree
When ever there is fighting
Folks 'round here go blind
They all have got their secrets
they don't want us to find
That apples in around their house
Are not quite as designed
It's best to look at others
For the truth, it isn't kind
Momma kept on smoking
Daddy drank his rye
sis and I both left here
No one ever asked them why
Nothing changes ever
so nobody will try
and all the folks around here
live inside this little lie
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree
You do not want to grow and be like me
Listen to what I tell you, don't you do the things you see
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree
Nope, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree
Categories:
smokes, 9th grade, america,
Form:
Lyric
You
Will not
See dragons
Smoking any
Cigarettes; they can
Incinerate
One just by
Lighting
It.
Categories:
smokes, animal, fun, funny, humorous,
Form:
Ninette
You wouldn't believe me
if I told you I have seen...nothing.
You wouldn't believe me
if I told you I have seen... everything.
You wouldn't believe me
if I told you I have strong feelings... for you.
You wouldn't believe me
if I told you I have... hated you.
You wouldn't believe me
if I told you that I care... for you.
You wouldn't believe me
if I told you I would kill... for you.
You wouldn't believe me,
for the sky is blue
and the sun shines so bright,
and stars twinkle in twilight night.
You wouldn't believe me...
...but you would believe me
if I told you I have seen a Cat sitting...smoking a pipe...
Categories:
smokes, absence, betrayal, blue, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Retired and happy as a piggy in poop
P-Soup is definitely the cause
Without all my friends I've come to know
Known as dear old Santa Claus
My favourite and busiest time of the year
Is just a few weeks away
Visiting you guys and your little kiddies
Spreading joy on Christmas day
Happy as a piggy in poop is not usually
Associated with Santa and stuff
But this Santa is a real down to earth Santa
A little warmer he'd come in the buff
Hope no kiddies are reading this poem
Might destroy their image of me
Now you know why Santa's really so happy
Smokes pot and is happy as can be
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
smokes, christmas, fun,
Form:
Quatrain
Mountain smokes cigars,
throws ashes, matchsticks and fire
on neighbors and friends
Categories:
smokes, allegory, power,
Form:
Haiku
I have tried to teach people
that saving ten dollars per week
together, as a group of people
can create wealth
If you invest each week
and help it grow,
you could buy off the internet
and sell through garage sales,
watch television
you could go to
secondhand markets
and sell at auctions
You can buy equipment
and start your own cleaning service
thousand of people could add to my ideas
one hundred people saving ten dollars per week
Could be used to buy houses
one thousand dollars per week
fifty-two thousand dollars per year
the deposit every year for a house
the planet has six billion people
six billion people times ten dollars per week
is sixty billion times fifty-two
the money to build anything
Desalination plants
factories
anything you can imagine
granted there would be problems
people buy houses
sometimes tenants won't pay rent
people buy, franchises
and some lose thousands
We can all watch the news
and see the risks of small business
five of six small shops
shut down, across the road from us
I presume, they could have made a profit
but some shops, never have customers
with rents wages and running cost
going into business is hard
yet if people don't go into business
nobody would have jobs
the word on the street, people say
companies get away
with not paying tax
maybe that's the truth
but companies pay wages
and workers pay tax from those wages
So indirectly companies do pay tax
I watched a female manager
who owned a coffee shop saying
it's not fair, the wages a too high
I can't take time off I can't afford the costs
every day she worked and struggled
to make a profit, business is hard
but growing small business
is what builds your economy
Mr Bill Gates started micro soft
from his back yard
now it makes
thousands of dollars per second
Imagine what he could do
with an investment
of sixty billion dollars per week
But I can't afford ten dollars per week
well that's true when people get only
seventeen cents an hour
when people live in poverty
Watching their children die
ten dollars per week
would be more than they could afford
That why I suggested
Encouraging Industrialized nations
employees to become investors first
ten dollars per week is just half a pack of smokes
you spend more going out to the pictures
Categories:
smokes, inspiration, international,
Form:
Narrative
Caressing my mind with thoughts of our love
An afternoon vibe while I wait here
And I don't mind waiting for hours or so
Because it is you.
Cigarettes and stories to tell
Every single day to different faces
And I don't mind repeating our love story
Because it is you and me.
Smokes fading, cigarette butts on the floor
I'm feeling high, feeling demential
My addiction to you is towering
I'm in prison but still reveling.
Cigarette butts and coffee stains
Feeling numb, eyes fixed at the ceiling
Knowing that "us" not even a happenstance
Because it's just me and stories in my hand.
Categories:
smokes, addiction, emotions, imagination, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
Intoxicated in pain
Rebellious
To the happiness that last for a moment
Through the needles and pills
I exist in another world
Peaceful
Defenceless
Sight clear I don't see a thing
Voices loud, only a muffle sound I pick
Heart beating way to hard
Couple's of adrenaline flushing in my vein
Causing a stir in my system
Yelling at the voices that never made me think
Walls are closing up on me
For a moment I have to blast you
(The cruelty of living)
Change which comes with breathing
Voices that challenge my belief
Seems I lost it all a long time ago
Still get docked for thinking
Therapy never helped
Just a date with another I do not trust
Leaving lies in truth shade
Confused, know I didn't get better
There are several ways I could have done this
Suffocating, running out of fights
Staining the concrete with blood
Maybe this will bring my feelings alive
Or wake in another confinement
(To keep fighting).
Categories:
smokes, anger, anxiety, death, deep,
Form:
Free verse
I used to have a mother. But I was never her daughter.
She prefered to pretend I was never there and instead I went up in smoke.
Just like her life, up in smoke that went too.
She would sit there on the bed everyday and pretend instead she had a maid
And I would choke on the smoke that filled the room
And choke on my tears that I was too afraid to cry
And I would watch her smoke.
Then I would clean up her food
And clean up her clothes
And clean up her vomit
And I would watch her smoke.
I used to have four brothers. They disappeared like smoke.
She smoked so much that she forgot how to take care of us.
Its not like we were hard to see, (once you got used to the smoky haze)
We lived in a one bedroom pickers cabin.
The two youngest were oblivious. They didn't know what the smoke
meant but the Oldest, he did. He and I both knew.
And we hoped for someone to save us.
And we didn't cry when she hit us.
And we watched her smoke.
She had a boyfriend, too. And he knew what the smoke
meant.
And he liked the taste of the smoke.
And he let us get lost in the smoke.
And we watched them smoke.
I had a mother once. I forgot her.
I left her to her smoke
And sometimes I shed a single tear for what could've been,
should have been.
But there she sat, the smoke
surrounding her.
And she let us see her smoke.
Let us get lost in the smoke.
And we watched her smoke.
Now, I realize that I never had a mother.
There once was a woman who was supposed to take care of me
But instead smoked.
And I will always be sitting there in that room,
Choking on tears I'm too afraid to cry
And choking on smoke
I will always remember having to be her maid.
I will always remember cleaning her clothes
And her food
And her vomit.
And I will always remember watching her smoke.
Categories:
smokes, mothercare, lost, care, lost,
Form:
Free verse