Short Menthol Poems
Short Menthol Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Menthol by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Menthol by length and keyword.
Falls trees turning leaves
Blanket the bare autum ground
Skies of grayish mist
A prelude of snowey days
We awate the menthol spring...
Tanka,sorta...
An old lady from Bristol,
Walks around with a bag of menthol,
She unwraps and licks,
Every time she an answer seeks,
An old lady with a heart like a ball.
I was smoking
non-menthol cigarettes
and tying my
threadbare new
balance
shoelaces
at the corner deli
waiting in line
to buy more non-menthol cigarettes.
My nail polish matches turquoise streak on the menthol cigarette.
My mood matches the greenish mint blue color of my cuticles.
My day going by as long as nail polish had to dry.
I died
And when I awoke
All the women were tall
Wearing sweats
Had their hair up
Cursing
Smoking menthol cigarettes
They say god loves babies and fools
There are babies out there
And fools in here
chris lampton
1-24-15
Hootin Bootin Shootin Tootin Smokin Lokin Caterpillar
Running around in the recesses of the darkened cellar
Taking long deadly drags from his menthol minded mary jane.
We cannot sing this song without a lively mootin grootin refrain.
MINT, my favourite herb, sharp yet sweet
Invigorating, cooling, balancing menthol beats
Nautical it tastes, flavouring salads or pasta neat
Tantalising sensation, delicious for bodily treats
< ~~~~~>
Gideon is trembling with fear
His wife shivering with cold;
Some chattering sounds to bear;
A discomfort from The Cold
Now learnt a fitting lesson;
A bucketful to now heat
“Menthol at home a blessing
To Life-Threatening Cold beat!?
He is near Seventy-Eight;
Agnes’ loss would be a weight?
Memories
of Formica
kitchens
And 2-burner
Hotpoint
stoves
Lipstick on
a menthol
butt
Costume
pearls
in rows
Perfume
from the
five and dime
Drive In’s
on the
field
A promise
made
a promise kept
And
love
— that time can’t steal
(Listening To Patsy Cline: July 4th, 2025)
Just pen and paper
To help escape from the troubles of yesterday.
Pen full, yet paper empty
Lighting a cigarette
Inhaling that menthol once more.
Exhaling
I watch my cloud of smoke fade
Just as my words fade from my head again.
Ashes fall on blank paper where words should be.
Pen full and paper still empty,
But maybe tomorrow
Words might stay.
Is that the same habitual pain
The one I didn’t expect
To reappear once again
Like fume of menthol cigarette
I smoked ten thousand days ago
When snow was blooming lily-white
And withered leaves were whirling slow
Across the dimmed sunlight
I thought to make a worthy plan
Before the winter’s timelessness
It wasn’t superstitious then
More likely, a result of stress
It’s back, in luxury edition
Which is expanded overseas
Am I to live under suspicion?
I cannot bear all this.