Pothead Poems - Poems about Pothead

...Howling winds and dancing paddy in fields of green, ragged clothes and pothead of a scarecrow are to be seen. Wet mud sticks to your feet as you run along the stretching meadows, sounds of locals......Read the rest...

...On my granddaughter’s video, I see the back of her laptop. The inspiration for this senryu comes from one of the stickers labeled “Pothead.” carafe of coffee on top of sleep......Read the rest...

...Weed's looking little Bit like Little Italy In a petri dish In shack lab belonging to Hermit who lives underground.......Read the rest...

...At the closest point, Russia and the U.S. Are less than two miles apart If an altercation breaks out between them Using bikes instead of tanks would be smart Baby robins eat 14 feet of ......Read the rest...

...The beauty of truth shriveled and spit Like July 4th snakes, dying on the sidewalk My eyesight is going, but I don’t think I lie My shingles are back, expressing anger and pain My flesh house i......Read the rest...

...At the closest point, Russia and the U.S. Are less than two miles apart If an altercation breaks out between them Using bikes instead of tanks would be smart Baby robins eat 14 feet of ......Read the rest...

...To take the place of greatness you build and create You give and you take but the outcome is great To build up a castle it takes up the time I have to relax I have to unwind when I'm feeling this......Read the rest...

...At the closest point, Russia and the U.S. Are less than two miles apart If an altercation breaks out between them Using bikes instead of tanks would be smart Baby robins eat 14 feet of ......Read the rest...

...I have had one sanctuary to protect me from the wild, she is a lone wolf, majestic her style. She said walk like a god, so my goddess will find me, my shining north star, when I am lost out at ......Read the rest...

...Pothead Stoned like a rock Blazed like a fire Baked like a cookie Faded like a photo Buzzed like a bee Toasted like bread Wasted like an alcoholic Hammered like a nail Oh I could go on One ......Read the rest...

...Self labeled Pothead Sittin on the curb smoking my herb A menace to society a deviant to the propriety sittin calm cool n collected while my car is illegally inspected if found, as little......Read the rest...

...Yes, I am a Native. See my brown skin, my dark hair. Come walk through my reserve, Learn the truth, if you dare. See this house, This nice, big one right here? Here an abused child sits alone, ......Read the rest...