Cigarette Poems - Poems about Cigarette

...my cigarette shrouds me in smoke i am still a mystery to myself i take melancholy like drugs there’s such a grim beauty in the city with flowers making war through the fences and the city has wi......Read More

...The danger was seen and thus was not danger The twilight moonbeam fires cresting a quintessential street light silhouette No journey of despair What is the human cause without Father and spir......Read More

...Set me free.... Set my soul free so I can leave. I want to love and I want to laugh. I want to dance, barefoot down the winding path. I want to sleep under the darkest skies with the ......Read More

... dad could roll a cigarette with just two fingers and the tip of his tongue i saw him do this once in a wind storm he would shave just close enough to keep himself grizzled he could div......Read More

... today i will wander to the brothel those divine friends of Jesus where i will intercourse with the ladies in my growing Spanish write some lines to ponder while they wash clothes and bathe i ......Read More

...SOUL BIRTH : 71 HORSTLEY STREET, DISTRICT SIX Swathed in golden fleece White light dancing Cigarette smoke twirls Waters break and gush Bright as the nearby ocean To say hello to the midwife......Read More

...The simple life “I don’t know where to go if I win on the lottery, but one thing is sure, I can afford to go there.” He looked at his sentence; it didn’t sound the right way the words were labo......Read More

...Hitting the hash mixed with cigarette. Gotta make it last till weekend.......Read More

...train runs through the mountain across the plain Sigh towards the sky blowing a long cigarette smoke The train crosses the continent climbing mounts at heavy speed is it raining....... is it......Read More

...The mood lifts from the lips, parched with permanent nicotine, and falls, like snowflake-ashes from a turbulent volcano. The uninhabited eye, underneath the patch - a vacant stare into a cloudless......Read More

...THE GRIM REAPER (JUST ANOTHER DAY AT THE OFFICE) This Grim Reaper stirs from another well-earned day of heavenly sleep From within the bowels of this cavernous earth, from his cave, so deep Hi......Read More

...(after Ginsberg) The words flash across the screen I think I need a cigarette; it's twilight in the Tauride garden A real war might start any day as Venus is about to enter Cancer An eerie hus......Read More

...I didn't speak to you because I liked you I spoke to you because I was as transparent as glass The faded lilac screeching of a bruised bone In my chest was invisible to you You thought there was ......Read More

...Love lasts as long as a cigarette To leave the eyes that I haven't seen in a long time It's kind of a mirror there Where I left myself a few moments I thought it could weigh as much as love (I d......Read More

...The fame machines He found his old type-writer in the basement took it up, tried to clean the typeface On a day he felt like a writer dreaming of fame hammering out a novel in a cloud of cigare......Read More