Short Cigarette Poems
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Back to the music from TV and Internet,
Enjoy again a fresh air, no cigarette,
Let dance together, now is good weather!
Tobacco Plants
Life emerges,
Like a silent cigarette,
Pre-ordained to kill.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
April 4, 2008
A cigarette burn hole
with floating memories
crushing the ashy edges.
God, please quit smoking by
the next time you mold me.
Human skeleton
shriveled body, blackened lungs
just yesterday, young...
Pleading, his final request
gasping: One last cigarette
Thoughts of you
Like a cigarette to me
Addictive and consuming
But cancerous
In every way
Yet I'd still go down
In your flame
Rain disguised as snow~
barefoot on the patio
as she smokes the day's
first cigarette and wishes
for the hurry-up of Spring.
Hold the applause, I’m not dead yet
she said, in deafening soft voice
you wish to sing, to dance, rejoice;
give me another cigarette.
Cigarette-stenched couch,
How he lays there with a slouch.
His blue-striped sweater
So warm and comfortable,
Any weather, good or bad.
the look he gave me
made me want to
taste everything
even if that meant
getting killed
he was the gasoline to my careless cigarette
Form:
fired for being late
smoldering resentment
flips a cigarette
***
Yellowstone in flames
twenty years in prison
trees answer back
Breeze of cold.
A song titled hope.
Gulp of and urgent need for a cigarette.
Need to sniff more of heavy ylang ylang.
The itch of a pain.
He stood before the firing squad and was offered one last cigarette.
"No thanks," the soon to be executed replied, "I've been trying to quit."
reputedly surreal-
but oh,oh so real
Magritte's Cigarette Girl
my artwork for this caption and numerous others are
on my Facebook page
A lit cigarette
provokes beginning of thoughts
rising emotions
burning sensation
relieves all worries and doubt
the rest up in smoke
It's time I admit that I am a quitter
No longer, am I, a cigarette sitter
The stick, I flung
To save some lung
And now I am abnormally bitter
Like fresh fruit skin in dry weather
Luscious looks can't hold together
A face takes a hit
From a cigarette lit
And a plum becomes fruit leather
Got a lighter?
Find a good chair
Park you bum on softness
Lit a cigarette
Inhale
Have cold beer
Everything falls into place
A world at ease
Smoky walls, proliferate
an impregnable thought
a lustful journey, lingering
fingers clawing at remnants
of secrets;
shimmering in the shadows, memory.
Cigarette butts pressed into the ashtray.
Yellow fingers from nicotine.
Wrinkled face!
Squeezed inside!
No passion!
No life !
Drown in misery ...
It's cold, the lights are out
the roof is leaking
but I sit here with a cigarette in my mouth
a glass of whisky in my hand
and a rope around my neck.
I'm here,
sitting all alone
with cigarette stubs
and whiskey bottles
hoping to let go
of my pain through
the crevices of the scar
you left me with.
For a hot minute like a cigarette we burned, faded.
You were like nicotine making me feel elated then jaded.
We had fallen in love again until it degraded.
sad shadows dizzy
cigarette smoke drift lazy
pub sounds, lights, hazy
Lovers huddle close.
Rain smacks the dusty pavement.
Commuters bustle,
Seeking refuge in doorways.
Diesel fumes, cigarette smoke,
Intoxicate the bus queue.
you're laying back and toking
is that a funny cigarette you're smoking?
~ looking suspiciously calm and mellow
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025