Nicotine Poems

hooked

Nicotine is making a comeback
analog cigarettes are making a comeback
so many students are nicotine positive.

Every girl has Zyn by her drink at the bar
which used to be seen as a BRO-y vibe.
I’m not taking a view, I’m unbothered by it.

because

I’m hooked as well - I might as well admit it.
I’m into placebos these days and

This cigarette is a placebo

the sharp cry of metal scrapping flint sets you ablaze,
combustion, turning oxygen and nicotine into ash in my mouth,
I want to kiss you my dear,
I want to breath you in and fill my lungs to the brim
with your choked up hope
I want to wait and see,
believe with every part of me,
that when i finish this

Cynicism

im playing cards with pandora
and she’s bleeding her hand
its so painfully obvious
i see her grand plan,
because calamities hit a set
and she’s feeling alright
but theres one card left
im holding hope tonight
and its hope which 
keeps me in this game,
im bankroll backed 
no matter the pain
that might come 
from losing it all
im in too deep
not prepared to

Cards

im playing cards with pandora
and she’s bleeding her hand
its so painfully obvious
i see her grand plan,
because calamities hit a set
and she’s feeling alright
but theres one card left
im holding hope tonight
and its hope which 
keeps me in this game,
im bankroll backed 
no matter the pain
that might come 
from losing it all
im in too deep
not prepared to

Woman in the Next Booth

The woman in the next booth was gorgeous
Ronnie started to introduce himself
Then he saw the cigarette
His mother had been a smoker

He could not abide the stench of it
The smell of nicotine curdled his nose hairs
He walked rapidly away, wishing she was not a smoker
But alas, she was, so they were not meant to be

The woman

Nicotine

Holding up this lit cigarette,
Like tiny trumpet in fingertips.

Mr Nicotine

Nicotine Nicotine,
Mr. Nicotine.
He hooks You if a kid,
he hooks You in between.
And he will hook You,
Every Molecule of being.
Mr. Nicotine,
Deadly Wicked Fiend.

Nicotine Nicotine,
Mr.Nicotine.
He Roll's in cash,
Poisons Blood Streams,
Man has a plan,
and You Can't Breathe.
MR. Nicotine,
A Fatal Paper Sleeve.
MR. Nicotine,
Until Your Last Weeze.


H.Eless
Poet.

The Nicotine Clown

She smells like nicotine
It is in her hair and on her nails.
It resonates when she speaks
And it puffs smoke when she wails.

She is kind of a cigarette clown.
Her scent is not feminine or nice.
She has such a terrible odor
That I would rather smell my mice.

Reflecting the Son

I’ve known a few who were addicted
To alcohol, drugs and eating
I’ve seen their struggle and known their pain
Witnessed their yearning for a better way
I’ve felt them fighting with all their heart
To find the answers to the problems
That keep them abusing themselves

I’ve known many who are hooked
On nicotine, caffeine or gambling
While many others are left praying

Nicotine Has Taken Over

I am the master of my body I think until I realize nicotine has taken over
she is in charge now.
she decides whether my day will be full of cheer.
I did not think I could crave something as much as I do her.
Smoking was something I learned to do by example – both parents.
their home is

She Stopped Being Pretty

she reached for another cigarette
her face falling apart
cracked and parched
her throat scratchy
her children begged her to stop

her anxiety floated away
as her fix was given
she got uglier 
her teeth turned yellow
she stopped being pretty

cancer of the mouth
her tongue was gone
she kept lighting up
her tears never sated
her life over

Smoke Free - Part Ii

I've been smoke free two months today.
I haven't smoked and I hope that's how things will stay.
Please don't start smoking, it wasn't a good thing for me to do.
Please say no to nicotine because that is what is best for you.

Nicotine

Wish i never would have left the house,
Our pride Our big Solanaceae family.
Never wished to bring dishonor to our family.
I just wanted to do something on my own that people would appreciate & would know how important i am,
but not in this way!

Sorry that i left Nicotiana, I know i belong to the house of

Love Is My Nicotine

Love is my nicotine


In a world of material girls, I don’t need a thing.
There is no possession I could not live without,
As long as I could still write and hear people sing.
Music is everywhere, so I know that people care,
But as for my things?  Money is not needed there.


Cigarettes, no alcohol.  My addiction

Nicotine Poet

The inside of my knuckles,
Between the middle and index finger, 
Burn like hell.

This cigarette has drawn an ash,
Longer than I could draw a line
Upon a piece of paper.

I'm afraid,
To inch my hand anywhere near it.
This keyboard, 
It's so god damn clean.

Is it necessary to create such a mess,
Upon the place my hands work?
While the canvas,
The

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