Best Tokes Poems

I aint got no money and I'm goin' down fast

My heads in the toilet and my life's in the trash

I wish I had a penny for every bad thought

I wish I could steal without gettin' caught

 

Wanna be able to buy my own smokes

I'm tired...

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(verse 1)
Yo we'll let bygones be bygones though bygones bite on
blessed to have had the good times it’s life it all went wrong

though it hurts good memories
to the end you’ll always be 
my friends and never enemies 
mean the most I’ve ever meet

however far we...

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But a strange change happens
at early nightfall
in those stuffy rooms and halls
and it suddenly becomes clear
all was not as it seemed
old folks transformed
so cunning and keen
sparkling iridescent
playful, plucky, pleasant
flagrantly libertine!

Like children slowly scampering
out of bed to play
they saunter, skip and stumble out
every one in their...

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Roaming in the ropes,

lubing like the tokes,

aging like the folks-

we will to get hard before blasting into the remote!


New ground that you tweet about,

...about a stout boy, 
level headed,
awaits his crown,

disastrously loud-

prays of nights that go by days when there are no clouds,
or an enlightened...

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Sometimes more is less – 
like, overworking a painting,
blurring the eye-feast with an
excess of dabs and strokes, a 
mix reminding me of too deeply 
breathed tokes; or a poem, with 
a vomit of words – nixing participation
for the reader, the mental pecks
he came for, like...

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Bourbon; whisky- on the rocks,
Chased by draughts of Coke
Or was it lines sniffed from the clock-
Forgotten after several tokes?

Join the Clan of Ativan,
(Betrothed to one Ms. Lora Tab)
In vodka pools, serenely swam-
By many needles, duly stabbed

My Ecstasy for LSD,
In quiet dens of Opium
Magic Mushrooms picked...

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Hice
handwritten from the little notebook
my new Hispanic friend read this
he speaks of delirium and decay
and makes it become fantasy
this is for him
Self Descriptadjective
A Library (lieberry) is full of books they cover upp the words is what we use to read the Story Chapters and the...

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Light up a joint, lets give it a whirl,
the illness you have is making you hurl.

The pain is so bad you want to cry,
take a couple of tokes and you'll be high.

The pain will dim as you stumble down the block,
time seems to be dragging,...

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one's from japan  
  one's from ukraine
one is from turkey
  two are from spain

one speaks portuguese 
  another korean
two speak mongolian
  though none speak armenian  

one likes thick coffee
  another aromatic tea
one tokes up on a hookah
 ...

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No sugar in this place,
seas of wine run dry.

Only cloudless life without smoke,
so many doors without keys.

Chokes without tokes,
as days pass by.

Yet here I am,
I remain unchanged.
Stronger than your average life.

Ready to move out from the sorrow,
to the edge of everyday strife.

To the realities of...

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I sprinkled dry yeast in warm water
And watched it bubble up,
Then cracked open a fresh laid egg
On the edge of a measuring cup.

I dumped in a helping of all-purpose flour,
A little oil, a pinch of salt.
Then I stiffened it up in a mixing bowl
Like a...

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Such a dull evening
With it's cool breezy wind
Prompting us to chuckle 
As we sat in a semi circle
Opening a flow of styles 
Of ancient oriental culture
Spurring to life 
A reel of retrospective tokes 
flowing from a maternal bosom  
with each descending strides
bringing sparkles to...

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my word stands
askanced- sliced through
a sliver of vision
darting curiously
amongst meaning-
leaning against
edges, growling in
hungry whispers-
plucks its own feathers-
burns its own whiskers-
intention is minute made
invention- a testament to
time- to rhyme, echoes
of thought meaning nothing,
meaning everything- to
unfold sense, the sting of
understanding, the hopped
fence- my word wanders,
plunders, evokes, lights
up...

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I'm hiding, I'm hiding I know that i'm in trouble. My mom said be home at 8:00 I'm late now i better get home on the double. My mom should know that i am only a kid. She'd really freak out if she knew half...

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In the smoke of cannabis induced haze
Whispers of ogres & imps of bygone age
Laughter echoes,
Fallen angels by the side
Of friends left behind…
And of memories washed ashore

A few tokes one too many
Broken blinds of my windows
Someone is peeping in now
Its just light…
Darkness seemed comforting
Of the many...

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