Take away the coil
Preparing my soil
Ready to get dirty & toil
Time to take heed
Actions not read
We need to feed the seed
Plant & fertilise
Surprise for the rise
Male or other we summarise
Digs & water showers
With TLC bet it towers
Under God the hope it flowers
The bigger it spans
Female are the plans
Growth fast with 9+ poniter fans
To turn them not lost
From heat to quick frost
Budding season can come at a cost
Shoots from every node
All plants follows code
Gardening boosts the buds to explode
Meticulous pick & prune
Ripening real soon
Final tip. Final pick. Full moon
Manicure to cure
Holds weight, I'm sure
Protection & time must endure
No jokes, my folks
A deep scent soaks
Eager to see how it smokes
Bubba Kush and lemon haze
All these flavors I wanna blaze
Pass the grinder and my tray
Wake and bake to start the day
Sour diesel and blue dream
A hybrid makes a good team
These two strains are so harmonic
Now let’s sit and burn the chronic
Grandaddy purp and wedding cake
Puff puff pass for my own sake
Ride the high ‘cause I need a break
Munchies! Time for a chocolate shake
Maui Wowie and cotton candy kush
Spark that baby up and light that bush
It doesn’t even matter what strain
The green goddess hides the pain
Yes we love you Mary Jane
As you flow right through my veins
“But she’s not good for your brain”
Ignorant people are such a drain
Inhale, exhale, drop the ash
Even when the weed is trash
It doesn’t hurt to keep a stash
The only green as good as cash
My favorite flower
Holds lots of power
It picks you up
In less than an hour
It’s purple and green
A kaleidoscopic dream
I feel so serene
With MJ on scene
Mary Jane’s the queen
The green school dean
Never leaves me on ‘seen’
Her reputation’s clean
Papers blunts wraps
I smoke after naps
So puff puff pass
And pass that grass
Indica helps me sleep
Sativa’s my favorite tree
I need it for days like these
When my mind needs some peace
Space cakes make you dream
The feeling is supreme
It’s effects are extreme
So be careful with the queen
She helps with the pain
She helps keeps me sane
So may she always reign
The green goddess Mary Jane
an hour farther
time art even and...
hollowed be the game
the kinks that come
can be undone from...
any nerves gone uneven
so for us these days
are daily bred for sieving...
trash from gained stuff
and get to this
our time-station to...
deliver an even-all main
stan sand
Marijuana sommelier,
A marijuana or weed expert.
A Mary Jane professional.
Someone happy
to let the grass grow.
Not a junkie or druggie,
but a pro, a get high expert.
Weed connoisseur.
As a kid, If I had known
about this profession,
I would’ve been up there
with the best of them,
like Cheech and Chong.
But don’t get me wrong
I’m here to confess
I used to smoke
some of the best.
Sesa-million,
Acapulco gold
Hemp and haze.
As I give a dime bag praise,
those were the good old days.
I still miss having the munchies,
I would clean out the kitchen cabinets
and the refrigerator.
Eating everything that didn’t move.
And some things that did…
She was not mine for long.
Her man lived in a double-wide,
down a dusty Florida road.
With mouth and tongue,
I explored her
the florets,
her aromatic buds.
When we parted
she left me with a cough.
Shortly after, I took up with Jack D.
Strictly platonic
but we do sleep well together.
My marina-made
Merry marijuana
Marianas maze
Marinara; merrily
Mary may thee marry me.
There once was a lovable loser
A smoker and hard-drinking boozer
Devil said, Try Mary Jane
She'll surely ease all your pain
Loser vowed ~ never to abuse her
My best friend Mary Jane is coming to my lair,
I have to get ready, I need to prepare.
French onion dip with chips will be a necessity.
Popcorn, peanut butter, ice cream and pizza definitely.
Coke, sprite, Oreo's, with a giant bag of pretzels,
Hershey’s, Cheetos, can’t forget about the Skittles.
I will breathe her in just as I did before.
Hilarity will disembark, I’m sure.
We will roar with laughter until our stomachs are sore,
Eat then pass out on my living room floor.
No need for Weed, Kush or Coke to alter my mind
when I have the spirit of God to get me high.
Why smoke a Black N Mild?
When the world is already wild.
I stay free from drugs because I know there's better out there for me.
How can I be what God has called me to be if I'm always getting drunk and wasted?
No need for that in my life, it's so overrated.
I have a big calling on my life,
so I'm not going let nothing stop me.
I'm not judging you if you smoke or drink,
but it's not for me.
I don't want no substance influencing me how to think.
You may say I'm corny for not choosing Hennessey or Mary Jane,
but I'm staying in my own lane.
I can still have fun without the pain.
Marijuana, Mary Jane
When Mary Jane became legalized for private use
I know my brother would have a garden in his room for him to lose
He will have every gram of weed to escape the lows
He'd get high before school and when the teacher asks why aren't you yourself, he'd reply 'Mary Jane is legalized for private use'
Yes, he's going to raise his voice on his mother or father because he is high
When Mary Jane became legalized I lost my brother in the smoke
Everything changed and he started flying with people he wasn't supposed to be with to come back to a home that's broke
When Mary Jane becomes legalized more kids will be in rehab
Because they're stuck in the fog
What a sad world?
The Heat
I have a new girlfriend her name is Mary-Jane.
I think she's from the south where the plants grow green and bright.
Mary Jane and I just spent the hot afternoon together ?
Watching the passage of time through a lens that she brought along just for this occasion.
The heat makes the air a sticky, warm bath
Mosquitos suck at the scabs on my legs
My scrotum is constantly itching
And my T-shirt is sucking the last remaining moisture from my pores.
Mary-Jane giggles at me, as if to say:
'Why focus on discomforts when the real heat is behind the scenes?'
My dreams keep interrupting me
So that I can clear my own throat and attempt to speak clearly again..
DURING MY WORLDLY TRAVELS, I MET ARTHUR ITIS.
TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH HE WASN'T THE BRIGHTEST.
HIS GOAL IN LIFE IS DISTRIBUTING PAIN.
HE LOVES TO ACT UP DURING WINTER AND RAIN,
I WAS ONCE AT A PARTY, HOSTED BY MR. GRIM REAPER.
I WAS BOUNCING AROUND WHEN I SPOTTED A KEEPER.
FASCINATINGLY ATTRACTIVE, WITH A SCIENTIFIC TYPE NAME.
SHE SIMPLY PREFERRED, BEING CALLED MARY JANE.
HER PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO DRIVE AWAY PAIN,
FROM THOSE PLAGUED WITH ARTHRITIS EVEN MENTALLY INSANE.
HER WORK IS AMAZING, ESPECIALLY HER JELLS.
QUITE THE RELIEF FOR THOSE LIVING IN HELL.
SHE'S THE LIFE OF THE PARTY, WITH A BAD REPUTATION.
IN THE MEDICAL WORLD, SHE'S KNOW ACROSS NATIONS.
SO HERE WE STAND BETWEEN RIGHT AND WRONG.
AND ALL WE WANT IS ARTHRITIS BE GONE.
Jim's mother in-law old sweet Mary-Jane
accused him again and put him to shame
for leaving his poo
all over her loo
I wonder who pushed her out of the train.
When it comes to being anxious I know I'm not alone.
Heart beat speed increases, as time starts to slow.
Sweat collects on your forehead, then drips off the nose.
Palms are slippery when wet, while regret rapidly grows.
This particular moment significantly altered my life,
my reality met fantasy the first time I got high.
Dinner's at five, the weed bloodshot my eyes,
my parents heard every excuse I've ran out of lies.
"Why the hell are you late!" my dad immediately screamed.
"I fell off my bike and scraped half my knee".
"You are completely red and you smell just like weed."
"I just went swimming at my friends, the pool had to much chlorine"
At this point m heart stopped I could barely even breathe.
Unable to escape my mistake I was grounded from a week.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.