Short Stoned Poems
Short Stoned Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Stoned by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Stoned by length and keyword.
Home alone in space
Timeless energy abides
All things postulate
Soft music under stoned stars
Relief from burned out being(s)
the gargoyle spouted restless streams until
icicles silenced the steady façade’s faucet
into perma-frosted solitude in meditation
Goliath stood up straight and tall
But David knew that he would fall
Goliath was stoned
And everyone groaned
His shoelace tripped him after all!
Steve, my dealer
Tells everyone that an
Ounce a day puts
Negativity at bay
Early morning smoker
Dawn to dusk stoner
happy 420!
Form:
Adrenaline rapes
the nerve of addiction
silence rages
in a reverent
skull of lucidity
bound to a violent
obsession
freedom …
destruction…
Everything seemed to be a mirage
While suffering a mental barrage
I was way stoned indeed
I smoked way too much weed
And then I got lost in my garrage
Some get drunk
Others get high
Potheads get stoned
The question is why
Do they want to relax
Or just have fun
If it's escape they seek
~ Let 'em run
There once was a fellow named Lurch
Who attended a Cannabis church.
Lurch listened not to preaching;
For ignoring church teaching
He got stoned in a grove of birch.
I made a stoned heart rhyme
And penned a poem of mine
That will make me known to all,
Soon as they perceive my soul--
I married a sleek pen to name me husband.
Imagine there's no cupcake
Someone in the house ate yours
No Krispy Kremes or KitKats
No pudding pops or s'mores
Imagine there's no halva
Behind cupboard doors, oo hoo oo.
The wind blows
Like a paint brush
And though
I would like to tell you
How much I love you
I’m too stoned
And anything I say
Would probably sound
Like a Picasso painting
On acid
Fright In love is vain,
I dreaded to be a memory.
My Fall was tranquil, her Smile
impeccable, it rendered me poignant.
Too stoned to worship her imperfections
a statue I became.
if your beautiful breasts were stones
I would like to be stoned to death
and buried with full honors funerals
two feet deep between your thighs
may these words to be my tombstone
Picnic - A Didactic Cinquain
Picnic
Stoned, impromptu
Parading, hotdog, lunching
It put hunger at rest
Piece of cake
7/9/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
I went barefoot and stepped on a stone,
my gait went haywire and I was thrown,
while I was stumbling sideways,
police thought I'm in a haze...
"Honest officer, there's no homegrown!"
Retrieved, can it be
And has it been
Each vestige of, scrolled and stoned
A goddess queen.
But not that enfleshed
Myth with a blush.
Men, a soft eve walked among;
Neath a palm lush.
Stoned and thrilled I stared
Sweet lady mime I’m speechless.
A match made in Paradis?
Snapshots I kept near
Equal heartbeats in sync pound.
Ear-piercing pitter patters
The air I breathe,
the blood that flows
The light that shines,
the voice that knows
The question asked,
the answer stoned
Tomorrow sold
—today on loan
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
Being stoned today has a different meaning
Once meant with rocks, much hurt was receiving
On public display
So appropriate today
For certain world leaders who leave us grieving
Listen to poem:
Swords have two sharp edges.
Knives have two, one is sharp,
the other blunt, till honed.
Cliffs like blades are
one-edged glades, stoned.
But on edge, on a ledge
and stoned,
it's one-sided.
STONED
Tahitian black pearls
Sparkling as studs
Glamorous earrings
Beautiful woman!
_______________________|
Verlena S. Walker
April 07, 2014
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest Name: JUST TEN WORDS
Stephen, man full of grace
Spoke out the word,face to face,
Unafraid to chastise or chide
As there was no place for truth to hide-
For this faith,was stoned and died.
More on Stephen @ Acts 6/7
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.
Crazy white rabbit trumpeter had a magic horn
You could hear its cloudy sound past the Iowa corn
I think he is in cups again my great-great-grandma said.
She always knew when he was stoned out of his head.
My heart shaped ruby wishes to be loved and excepted,
Shining brightly for a single affection by one adored man,
Noticed and caressed has given the luster gleaming joy.
Entry~Catie Lindsey~Stoned Contest