Short Marijuana Poems
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Marijuana puffs
Famed hallucinatory.
Laced with excuses.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
June 8, 2010
Poetic form: Haiku
took some marijuana
to the capital of Botswanna
where I ran into Madonna
we smoked until nirvana
now im going to Tijuana
Hazed, dazed in a fog
Pain is not always the case.......
Seekers are sneakers
For the Medical Marijuana Contest
We are
A nation
Of drug
Addicts
Legal or not
Why wont my
Health insurance
Cover medical
Marijuana
2019
Still oppressed
A POT OF BROWNIES
marijuana leaves
a sweet scent found in brownies
beware ~ rated R
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
*Read my notes!
Whoever passed this law must of been high on marijuana.
It's against the law to drive blindfolded and naked in the state of Alabama.
With roots in hell,
beware her spell.
Poison to sell,
keeping you well.
Masking the pain,
in no way sane.
Frying the brain,
life down the drain.
impish urchins flood the streets
all seek tasty sweets
something as sickly sweet as them
~ marijuana
Marijuana is now legal 'round here
You'd think paranoia might disappear
But when folks get too high
Some forget they can't fly
And take off into the clutches of fear
I smoke until my eyes bleed
And a friend I do not need
For if there was a stud
Who'd think he was a bud
Was it rather smoking weed
Track: Wiz Khalifa - Reefer Party :p
His turn in line at the marijuana store
Customer said, "Let's get right to the point
An honest response is all I ask for --
Give me the straight dope on this joint."
We need to think twice on medical marijuana
Even if it is opposed in India or Indiana
Let’s make it free, exclusively legalized
For those who need to have their nerves normalized
I just made a new friend from Botswana
Who invites me to smoke marijuana
I don’t speak his language
So I’m in real anguish
‘Til he tells me, “You’ll attain nirvana”
Seems like I'm stuck in this silliness genre
A goofy kind of genre to be in, oh momma
Can't break the spell
Stuck good, oh well
Maybe I should just start smoking marijuana
The marijuana industry, growing like a weed
'til Amazon moves in, on Jeff Bezos' jet-black steed
He'll ink a contract which will plant the seed
For Amazon, this new industry to bleed...
Growing it again, to my beard I'm referring
Not marijuana that the Feds are deterring
My face fuzz it is
Much charm it gives
Most likely will start all the Soup ladies purring
Growing it again, to my beard I'm referring
Not marijuana that the Feds are deterring
My face fuzz it is
Much charm it gives
Most likely will start all the Soup ladies a-purring<>
Marijuana came around
LSD went to town
Cocaine in his brain
His life down the drain
Hashish to ease the pain
Twenty degrees below zero that's how I feel.
Shut out from the world but I can still see the marijuana thieves.
Say my prayers every night but I still hear gunshots from twenty-seven different streets.
Curb The Herb With Verve
Instead of controlling and then try and curb
California has named Marijuana as State Herb;
When there went;
Became impotent;
Smoking and use of are each correct verb.
James Horn
Seems like I'm stuck in this silliness genre
A goofy kind of genre to be in, oh momma
Can't break the spell
Stuck good, oh well
Maybe I should just start smoking marijuana
© Jack Ellison 2015
Today I will be as useless as the “g” in lasagna
Or even more than a “j” instead of a “w” in marijuana
Forgive my ignorance
I'm totally innocent
Growed up in the thirties when folks danced the samba
Growing it again, to my beard I'm referring
Not marijuana that the Feds are deterring
My face fuzz it is
Much charm it gives
Will surely start the Soup ladies' hearts' a-purring
© Jack Ellison 2015
Noticed recently my readership is diminishing
Guess people find in my limericks, something's missing
The pathos, the drama
Or the ills of marijuana
Well, the ones still loyal, deserve my kissing!
UMMAAA!
Noticed recently my readership is diminishing
Guess people find in my limericks, something's missing
The pathos, the drama
Or the ills of marijuana
Well, the ones that are still loyal, deserve my kissing!
UMMAAA!