Short Stoner Poems
Short Stoner Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Stoner by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Stoner by length and keyword.
Days abundant in the spring,
spent freely in the summer,
become too few in the fall,
priceless in winter.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
1/12/16
Steve, my dealer
Tells everyone that an
Ounce a day puts
Negativity at bay
Early morning smoker
Dawn to dusk stoner
happy 420!
Form:
My real daddy often makes me want to beg and cry.
My sugar daddy often makes me want to try to die.
My stoner daddy often strongly refuses to even try.
Stop hogging
The joint, you are not the
Only stoner in this room
Newbies! Newbies!
Ever so selfish!
Roll me a fatty newbie
So I can watch this movie
Form:
It could be Frog or maybe Stoner,
first one’s Richard last is *****;
Parents play such twisted games,
such unfortunate last names;
Having just one? So much better.
He was a great admirer of weed
And was the biggest stoner indeed
From the moment he woke
He would take a big toke
And then choke till it made his eyes bleed
Mourner In A Corner
What he must be is some mourner;
He has been boxed up in a corner;
Around poke,
And then joke;
Am shocked that he is a real stoner.
Jim Horn
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
All you want to do is get ed up.
I’ve been thinking about stopping drugs.
A two year bender coming to an end.
No more eyes being red.
I’ll be sober,
And you’ll be a lonely stoner.
Today I thought
I had a thought
The bubble burst
And it was naught
Today I thought
I had a thought
But it turned out
That it was not
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Do you wanna come hear a concert with shared aux cord in my shed?
Do you wanna come have a hit from the green glass bong head?
Do you wanna come have more fun times with me again, without dread?
As children we would stare.
We would steal bubble gum.
and spew vomit.
Now it is right to avoid the eyes
that return the gaze
of stoner haze.
A lot can be said on why
you stare at others.
Those in glass houses
shall never throw stones or run
naked at daytime
*I must give thanks to my friend B.B. for inspiring me to provide you with the PG description of his depravities
*Sprinkle and sparkle,
give her a d*** water bottle,
to cool her thoughts from playing scrable,
she may be a stoner,
but d*** she gives me a *****,
dont take her looks for granted,
she can be a sneaky little bandit. :)
Bourbon Street's heart does beat.
Bars pouring forth pleas as
Bands drone in smoke filled rooms.
Brass and piano voice
Blare the heartfelt tone's tear.
Bare shackled souls lament,
Blues the voice of lost love.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
10/16/2020
Pleiades
To refuge the sea, to set my pain free,
love in jubilee, now cast to debris.
Her heart lock and key, once given to me,
love lost to be, by her heartbreak decree.
Grim reality, mutes my final plea,
not again to see, my once loved...Marie.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
1/8/17
I just read your text
Then reached for my lighter
I almost replied with a long text
But I'm a stoner, not a writer
A couple of joints
Make my mental lighter
So don't label me a loser
Or mistake me
For a heroin user
I knew you wanted to leave
Why didn't you leave sooner?
This great escape, though I'm half awake,
Feels so real I know it's fake!
Sweet, rich smoke, and I'm so relaxed-
(How much more can I take?)
My evaluation, it could be wrong
By trumpet, horn, or hit of bong;
Lazy Man just in a daze-
(Love me fast, or leave me long!)
*Very old "stoner" poem lol
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think that I am dead"
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned"
Life In A World Perfect
Life in
a world
perfect,
never
to feel
hunger.
Life in
a world
perfect,
never
to fear
thirst.
Life in
a world
perfect,
never
to be
homeless.
Life in
a world
perfect,
basic
days need
fulfilled.
Life in
a world
perfect,
cannot
turn a
blind eye.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
12/7/16
To ask a stoner about the universe
will teach you more than a monthly subscription
about love and lies and free verse
take what resonates, and act with conviction
To live for the hope of it all
will teach you to feel it in your nerves
but don't stare too long at the mirrorball
and take what you get - get what you deserve
In offer here is a deal for your soul
Choice is yours so sign, in blood, on the line
I'll pay your price, do come at bells first toll
In offer here is a deal for your soul
Your happiness assured my only goal
The choice is yours only risk is your gain
In offer here is a deal for your soul
Choice is yours so sign, in blood, on the line
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
10/24/2020
Form – Triolet
As setting sun and last refrain of song.
my life but one melodious lost note.
In retrospect, the journey not so long,
those distant things now seem much less remote.
In life so fleeting, time now to prolong,
filled with lines to write, never to be wrote.
Farewell tomorrows veiled expectation,
for distant things whisper for salvation.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
6/8/18 ©
Form: Ottava Rima
Walk not a path under the full moon's light,
awaiting victims lurk creatures of fright
Satan's released horde know only his pain,
Lord of the Dark World seeks souls for his reign
Horrific creatures prowl nights of full moon,
broken body's blood freely flows, bones strewn
A warning offered one must truly heed,
walk under full moon the ghouls you will feed
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
10/24/2020
There are nights where all I think of is you
it's like a bomb in my heart waiting to go off
The memories come running through my head
like a beautiful movie with an ugly ending
playing nonstop
I start missing you insanely
driving me into a high no stoner could ever achieve
It's dreadful to know that here I lay in bed with all this misery
while for sure ,you're in yours sleeping like a baby