Short Tobacco Poems
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farm boy's daydream
acres of wheat fields
turning golden in the sun
not these upsetting rows
of waving green tobacco
Tobacco Plants
Life emerges,
Like a silent cigarette,
Pre-ordained to kill.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
April 4, 2008
A
Tiny
Tobacco
Worm makes its way
Through my tomatoes’;
Spitting brown goo,
Tobacco
At me…
Augh!
Healing through drinking.
Enjoying life through smoking
Tobacco and weed.
Perhaps natives were always
Onto that very something.
Chicory chew chew, tobakky chaw
I love my pappy. I love my ma.
Spit in a tin can, straight from my jaw
Chicory chew chew, tobakky chaw.
Old Man Bianco his vocal voice
stripped of all it’s octave choice
creaked and crowed in age and vice
“Liquor, tobacco, you pay the price!”
Grey road red feather light. Stone eagle whirlwind horse. Found diamond flying sober in the sweatlodge. Real red tobacco carries many needs
Form:
Why unaware it’s harmful to health?
Still,to ignore and pain to bear with
To back to company,the hidden warning
Taking to God,tobacco meaning!
From Buffalo to San Francisco,
from Fargo to El Paso,
you don't need the tobacco.
It has got to go.
Give it the heave ho.
There was a large stout man named Joe Brewer
Who once was a great tobacco chewer
Cut a quad
Chew the wad
Now with no teeth he gums the leaves fewer
Broken glass tiptoes
tomorrow's regret
caught in the shadows
of last night's upset
stained by tobacco
one more cigarette
framed by the window
his dark silhouette.
He met Tula on a road -
Tobacco Road,
After a play.
She twirled for him at night,
But that was some time after.
First there was the long Tobacco Road.
4/24/2015
Tobacco, liquor, and women are bad for you,
so I’ve quit smoking. Someday, liquor too.
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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.
two fingers hug the tobacco in cloak
lips kiss cigarette to drink fire fog
lungs dance to survive
cough laughs upon life
to health advice chain smoker is a mock
-December 03, 2019 Chattogram
Hill life, country side
Riding horses, redneck bride
Overalls and camouflage theme.
That's the new party scene.
Tobacco chewing and sipping on
some moonshine
Come on to the country for a good ol'
time.
If I could design my garden pests, I would have pink tobacco hornworms
Rainbow striped lady bugs, and bees carrying dusters instead of stingers
The faeries would wipe their feet on my dahlias and call me Trixie
There is an old lady from Morocco,
Who cries whenever she smells tobacco,
She sued her neighbour,
Fined three weeks labour,
She sleeps with a lamp beside, called Jack-O.
June 1, 2022,
Howmanysyllables.com
I've been smoke free two months today.
I haven't smoked and I hope that's how things will stay.
Please don't start smoking, it wasn't a good thing for me to do.
Please say no to nicotine because that is what is best for you.
Nicotine drips from his flesh,
Brawn tainted by addiction cries
Emotions enmesh—
Nicotine drips from his flesh,
With tobacco laden breath
The crinkle of burning paper dies
Nicotine drips from his flesh—
Tissue, tainted by addiction cries
A cigarette he lit
Because he had no whit
Then came the tobacco spit
He just had no power to quit
He was told not to start
He broke mama's heart
Now with these he can't depart
8/22/14
© Melanie . All rights reserved, 14 hours ago
crispy verbs you let me use
after you were done
ironed out by my tongue
nestled between my cheek
and gum
Spit brown
tobacco sounds
rolled and chewed
imbued with your borrowed life
spat out against the
burning canvas of my mind
without a denial
life is brief and sticky sweet
tobacco claims me
ingested, it now eats me
still, it draws me, my lover
malformed cells heedless
spread diminishing myself
imploding, anxious
still I rise blessing, loving
cancer is not me, I am
sweetcorn tied snug to a white pillar
tobacco leaf em-prisoner of soul
seasonal grey ragged tint
cancer causer to rot
a beady black eye
the war tattoo
calls bodies
rusting
grates
7/1/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Code-ical echoes rise with the dawn
On yellow reeds tobacco smoked fog
Aged and stained the hunter waits
Whiskey breath with bullets cold
Quak quak then pop pop is heard
Duck for dinner is just around the corner
Just past the rifle barrel as it unloads