Cigarettes Poems - Poems about Cigarettes

Massaging me with body oil, I am now your woman to spoil. My hair’s become ringlets. With an arch in the jacuzzi, I lay back let you taste me. String pearls and cigarettes. There is an absence of my voice, save an inarticulate noise. The sound of a branding. Your adept hands apply pressure, hit that line of pain and pleasure. My heart’s understanding. Where...

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Dropped the receiver, when Jill tried to phone my old retriever, won’t pick up his bone no more beer or cigarettes I’m still here, with my regrets she’s in Geneva, with that guy, Jerome. ...

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Cleverness in chaos. Twisted mischief threads beneath razor intellect. Urban antiquity, out of place, sherry to eyelash to eye. Her cigarettes go better with beer wisdom and starry sky humidity. Grand Dame, ferocious girl. Lead me up a garden path that stings until 5am on barren streets. Vampiric. Languid. There is no elegant sufficiency, no want contained. Faded lilies. Threadbare wisdom swings to giggling gallows below, aloft. One more drink? Reckless friend, take my...

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These walls that lie before me are all I have left of my past The scars bring back the memories I wish I didn't have Enclose me in your boiling rain in which I can't escape Cut myself with my lies and all of my mistakes This place feels like Eden to the world outside...

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I am that slender lady in sexy white sheets, my figure is smoking hot when my body touches the heat. I’ll give you moments of pleasure and a fill of nicotine, but around your healthy lungs I’ll weave my tricotine I am a silent killer causing deadly disease, but people ignore the warnings and signs of...

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I’m craving a smoke I’m craving a drag, a poisonous and toxic puff of smog to fill my empty lungs to pass the time to feel the burn in my throat. I fill my body with solitude and meditate in cramped spaces with no air. Lightheadedness I hope one day you find what you are looking for but I still won’t count my blessings....

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There will simply never ever be enough cigarettes To erase all of my biggest losses and old regrets. No matter how many I smoke, not enough to erase my frets....

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I once had a lover who was a smoker I told him I really wish he’d quit The smell alone was quite a choker And his clothes were full of it I knew he was addicted and afflicted So I tried to inspire change Gave him a sucker hoping he’d lick it Maybe retrain his smoker brain When that didn’t work I...

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Addicting cancer sticks...

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When everyone wore Calvin Klein I wore pairs of Old Navy jeans and graphic tees When everyone carried a mouthful Menthol Cigarettes I carried a mouthful of Sour Patch Kids When everyone was having cups of Kalik I was having cups of Pina Coladas When everyone was rocking Air Jordans I was rocking flip flops and Converse When everyone went to...

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Cigarette Most of them enjoy it once in a while; some are addicts; some see it as a socialising asset. You know what's one thing common among all of them somehow it gives them some kind of comfort, ease, or maybe helps them burst stress as most of them quote? But you know that no matter what, if...

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She's lavender and cigarettes, With passion's marks upon her neck— A lover's touch, a mother's love, With blue-green eyes and tender tongue She's laughter and she's soothing song, With smiling warmth and welcome arms, Effacing fear and sorrow's stain, With calming walks within the rain She's past and present memory, My oldest ache and newest joy, With hands that heal the...

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We rather wish that someone would lead him to a tree. They can be so useful for life and death. He might look more elegant from a distance. But this one decides to join us in this bar, sits at our table, displaying ...

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My brother likes to smoke Cigarettes are his vice He smokes them when he golfs He smokes them when he eats He smokes them when he sleeps He loves them thar cigarettes...

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Where are my old white corsets Right next to your candy cigarettes Hey! We didn't get today's edition of 'Grit' It's canceled. They use bad words now like 'Guck' and 'Spit' Oh, and I can't seem to find my orange Pez dispenser I threw it out. They've proved that Pez causes cancer By the way,...

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