Short Smokey Poems
Short Smokey Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Smokey by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Smokey by length and keyword.
Flower Child
fields of hemp flowers
smokey green horizon clouds~
luscious femme fatale
no smokey
no dokeing
no poking
hanging around
looking like clown
you can played the blues
its cool
theses are the
HOUSE RULES
Long ago the roses bloomed
In briars brown and Smokey gray
Now the buds have slowly swooned
Downtrodden brambles in their wake
Trump let them out of the pokey
So they could cheer like an Okie
But who wants to cheer
Republican beer?
Free smokes on top of Old Smokey!
Marine blue smokey eyes.
Encompassing smile.
Liberterian of the inner voice.
Opiate for my azure soul.
Delightfully deranged.
Youthful in mind and spirit.
slab of smokey concrete sky
swirls like swarms of ashen hands
reaching away from skeletal grief
someone's suppressed tears dissolved
~another's anguish ignited
The flames heat up the city
California is in flames
devastating disaster
the sky is a smokey haze
traffic, evacuation
stadium as a shelter
Wildfires spreading out of hand
Teachers work best when in seminars
Poets read verses in smokey bars
Chefs rock with a spoon
Plumbers show their moon
But Astronomers shoot for the stars!
January 5, 2019
I once met these old-school Forest Rangers
They said, "Please don't light up; it's a danger."
I said, "Smokey the Bear
Bet me I wouldn't dare
Roll a few joints for perfect strangers."
Long drive home
Lost in the mountains
Everyone in the car is irritable
But I don't mind.
I wish they'd drop me off
On the side of the road
So I could watch the rain
Coming in over the smokey hills
sound of blues ripples on--
smokey tunes blowing hot
sizzling flamed mood...it's jazz!
sax notes intoxicate
swirling like coltraine's grind,
soulful trance whips my breath...
spice of night, weekend jives!
The ebony boots should have tripped ‘em,
glamour locked in a snapshot.
Party was dead ‘til
dolls showed up.
Owned
that
hard wood floor.
Pink polka dot stripes,
so busy but they worked it.
A hit with that white hot smokey eye.
Setting sun shed golden light
illuminating bursting bright,
with her was a powder pink
where auburn crowns the ochre sync.
Smokey clouds upon the range
natures beauty often strange,
above the mountains in the sky
bittersweetness passes by.
T he
y ears of
p ounding words
e ndlessly through
w ee hours of the
r esounding nightfall are
i ntertwined in an era of
t inged smokey rooms where creative
e ntrepreneurs like Hemmingway took
r ecesses for caffeine and stronger brews.
4/24/13
Melting butter out of the fridge
For lunchtime sandwiches
And I'm recalling Saturday tea
And smokey yellow hadock
Pulled from a hot grill,
With butter soon soothing.
Why I'm remembering this
I don't really know
As I haven't felt flakes for years.
Form:
the pipe smoke slowly rises
from my muttering lips
we can't look through
the tangling ribbon's white eclipse
on a journey including
only the mind, now you are all alone
the smoke's still strolling in the air
like a kiss that's just been blown
Tis but another day,
the smile ne'er leaves my face,
how I miss thee,
thy radiant warmth bursting forth.
Through the smokey mist,
o'er the valleys,
into arms spread wide.
Thy radiant warmth,
spreads through,
the smile ne'er leaves my face.
I love thee.
Komodo dragons do not breathe fire
I’ve seen one and I’m not a liar
Their 90 per cent kill rate
Demonstrates they'll lie in wait
For Smokey the Bear’s funeral pyre
It was a smokey night and it was breezey.
That smokey night there was a house that was smokey grey
and the light where going on and off.
That night a man went in there to see what was going on, But that man never came
out of the smokey old house that night.
Aww, a blanket of men
With 18 hands
And happy feet
Around me stands
By smokey fires
Like a hippy
And keep me warm
When it gets nippy
Deep inside the penguin pile
Absorbing love, burrow and smile
18 arms and 18 legs
8 men and one happy egg :-)
Hand to hand
combat
with dragons,
coiling from the cracks
in your past,
and winding
upward,
like ribbons of smokey numbness.
Is little
left by now?
I remember...
and I forget,
and I hope
you have tucked
them -
all snugly in bed.
April 16, 2015
Minke Whales and The Songs They Sing
Their vocals were serene
like those of Smokey 007
humming
beneath
the ocean's waves
The peaceful lyrics they sang
ignited ripples
of saltwater tears
from the roaring spring tides
beneath
the constellation tainted sky
SERPENTS’ SOIREE
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Slinking silently, a slithering sight,
Seven silly snakes, under starlit night,
Sassy scales shimmering, shining so bright,
Sipped sweet scotch, subtle, smooth, and smokey,
Seeking to score and swap silly stories.
The hum hum of the music
One sleepy face
The shisha lights
You in front of me
Taken
But oh good sex
You took a look at me
I could not stop my smile
Pretended smoking cough
The hum hum of the music
One sleepy face
The neon lights
You in front of me
I smile
Oh smokey sex.
Above the mountains golden haze
Blends from lemon twist
Snow white, silver, platinum
Popping pale midst
Lavender and lilac cools the warmer flush
With dabs of smokey pinks from our makers brush
As apricot and orange peach
Blends upon the rise
Captivating, Fascinating
Scenic sky surprise