Short Cigar Poems
Short Cigar Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cigar by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cigar by length and keyword.
The ring, your face within
The cigar, the due death within
Your face, I embrace coramin
The stress, the due life within.
Form:
An old man set in his ways
He picks up cigar smoking
Good luck getting him to quit
He's intransigent
Date: 07/23/2019
As I walked down the streets of Laredo
I spied a Mexican hot potato
But better by far
A Cuban cigar
With a spicy Comanche tomato
I am in a Havana state of mind
Lounging over a cocktail with a huge cigar
I am simple man of my people
Only on a separate pay grade
sip your coffee and smoke cigar
you the ass holy and mob boss
catholic faith noth
protestants’ hybrid
St. John the Baptist spurious
He puffs his cigar
As he licks her lips
Off its tip
He takes the cigar band
And puts it on her ring finger
And makes it all right
half a cigar on a full day.
saxophone plays on the street kissed with rain.
lonely headlights eclipse the night,with a slow
passing car.
Whatever happened to the five-cent cigar
Hah! Found one!
Right next to the plastic pink flamingo
~ underneath my wet bar
Daunting Decision
Cigar girl…wench…Obama...
What role shall I play?
Halloween's Hall Pass
Excuse to dress like a tramp
To win a bar tab
Farewell then Fidel Castro
You have come to the end of your show
With Che and a cigar you seemed so cool
But over Cuba you no longer Raúl ...
Fender acoustic performed for the Queen
keeping her age and shining her sheen,
Purchased from ex with the funny cigar
creating anew with a sweet, warm guitar.
Too many people smoke cigars.
I hear they even put smokes in cars.
And not enough people really care who they are.
That's why too many people put smokes in cigars.
The Snowman
There was a snowman with a cigar in his mouth, Who said, “this could easily go south!”
The sun’s coming down, I fear that I’ll drown,
I’m smoking my way down to Louth
It seems like every day
is a waste
Another useless cigar
in a fancy case
It seems like every day
I find myself here
Wondering how far
until god will let me steer
Form:
~ Limerick-style ~
Hardy-har-har returned from a bar
After drinking what he could drink
He didn't get far
Fire devoured his car
Leather seats finished Har-har's first cigar
There’s no sense in chasing a fart in a bar
The culprit now surely has travelled afar
The deed has been done
And they’re on the run
Just order a drink and then light a cigar!
Once there was a man called Cigar, the might
His wonder-statement “Might is always right”
Verity when supposed never
Wind somebody up for sure
Bloody this Cigar could only be a movie star. right?
A young lady from Venezuala
Considered by many a bit of a failure,
Opened a cafe selling pabell'on criolla,
Hugely successful she made much payola,
Sucking on a cigar she's now dressed by a tailor.
Sung very loud:
Wouldn't you like a ride on my beautiful cigar
Wouldn't you like to glide in my beautiful cigar
We could float among the puffs together, you and me
Cuz we got fleas, we got fleas.
my control word
is more
so the more
i say more
it gets ignored
and the more
my tortured soul
gets tortured
by a sadistic Groucho
Marx putting his
cigar back in
his mouth saying,
"Say the secret word."
Form:
Presidential
hanging chads
cigar
masturbation
nerves of steel
confronting the Korean little boy
brand new toy
olives for dinner
we got a winner
Al Gore almost won
city in ivory tower
the wall
threats in Syria
hysteria
Because You said no
The tree went dry
The memories
The bars
The kisses
The stars
The nights
The wind
The whisperings
In my ears
And all
Little things
Because You said no
I'm still
At this bar
Burning in silence
Like a cuban cigar...
Nearly on the mountain's summit.
To plant his "I did it!" flag,
Only to be flushed down
By fate's rumbling avalanche.
Nevertheless, keep your pity;
He's halfway up on second try.
Hey Tom, your heart you wear on your sleeve,
Concisely achieve what a poet does perceive,
Surpassing discerning reporters near and afar,
Keep writing about Putin and his stories bizarre,
You remind me of Churchill, just add a cigar.
Getting ready for tonight
Anticipation and delight
Sit back, let the music flow
Enjoy yourself and just let go
I'll be here and I'll get through
Although I wish I was with you
I'll listen out on my back deck
With my cigar and a rain check