Short Up In Smoke Poems
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imagine a wanker joke
parliament gone up in smoke
brings in a rocket
hid deep in pocket
well guy fawkes you silly bloke.
time marches forward
reality's fire consumes-
dreams go up in smoke
Copyright © 2016-2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Some people like to poke
Other people, they think it's a joke
If you poke back
They give you a smack
Another friendship goes up in smoke!
The wife was just lying their stark
As a young lad puffed on a Lark
Without his pants
It took one glance
To see that her Kent was no Clark!
A lit cigarette
provokes beginning of thoughts
rising emotions
burning sensation
relieves all worries and doubt
the rest up in smoke
Up in Smoke
smoke circled his head
addiction’s saintless halo
clouding the future
John G. Lawless
7/27/2014
for PD’s contest – in the clouds
Hiding everything there was to say
spent ashes in a pile of the day
intentions inhaled and exhaled away
unspoken words of love going up in smoke.
If you thought me insane, it'd be a start...
If you thought me funny, a joke...
But if you were to think simply nothing of me...
I'd eventually go up in smoke.
if today went up in smoke
where would i be?
who would i be?
would god come for me?
i have that feeling that i'm
not alone in my questions
we're just all lost in limbo
waiting for answers
stop before you hop
to far looking for a bar
or jump in a car
look back
its a fact
this is not a act
if people don't change
gods go to cause pain
this is no joke
the worlds
GOING UP IN SMOKE
Poof!
Disintegrated
Shattered expectations
Should have known
The clues were there
High hopes
All up in smoke
Exploding in thin air
Powder puff dreams
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
The marijuana industry, growing like a weed
'til Amazon moves in, on Jeff Bezos' jet-black steed
He'll ink a contract which will plant the seed
For Amazon, this new industry to bleed...
bold arachnophobes
kill spiders as best they can. . .
don't burn down the house
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Up In Smoke" via wattpad.com
Lady Guinevere and Sir Lancelot
Trapped in a dungeon, his help she sought --
Guinevere screamed, she yelled
But Lancelot, help withheld --
Damsels rescued, how quaint ~ This knight sold pot
Autumn leaves
flutter
and fall
twirling in a
danse macabre
their scattered colors
brilliant, lay
in mock repose
and dry decay
lawn’s mosaic,
lowly cloak
they wait their turn
to go up in smoke
red pompadours sing
cobalt macaws spread their wings
burgundy shadows
in the pink roses
sweet hummingbird mystery
like where the day went
here in the shadows
the day has gone up in smoke
embers in the sky
Love tells a lifetime's one big joke,
'bout a man whose dreams went up in smoke.
He was the punchline in the end.
Why does the butt of humor, all the while,
wear a strange, mysterious smile,
and what happened to his friend?
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Smoke billows up
as loss expunged to ashes
that crumble and crackle
in the flickering flames
that lick up all that is left.
The smoke streaks the sky
with streamers heralding
the loss of hope and dreams
in puffs and swirls
skyward.
sixteen notebooks of forgotten poems
lying in stacks in the back of Edna’s closet
unappreciated by her surviving relatives
until they realized what great tinder it made for their bonfire
her unread ideas up in smoke
lost forever into the vapor
It’s winter –
the blow comes
hard now
I sit and wait and wonder
what will happen to me.
Where has my life gone.
I’m only seventeen.
Has my future
gone up in smoke?
This continues to bother me,
but, I’ll work it out tomorrow,
tonight I need a fix.
He was the big stud-on-campus, was Todd,
Until he was nabbed smokin' somethin' odd!
Coach booted him from the team.
Up in smoke went Mommy's dream,
Of Todd being on a pro-football squad!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
What happens when dreams collide with fate
and you struggle to rationalize?
What about if everything burns up in smoke
and you are not able to realize?
What happens when you cannot find the time
being left only to fictionalize?
What about your ending beginning afterlife
away from what you can idealize?
UP IN SMOKE*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
whispers on the rails,
a lone train fades into dusk—
memories depart,
echoes of laughter linger,
in the smoke, dreams drift away.
*Note: This poem was originally published at Writer Monk in July 2025. It is my original poem
Nature's red fury astounds the eye
The host of a thousand dreams up in smoke
New life
The sea shrugs its mighty shoulders at man
The shore accepts its wrath and destruction
New life
Winds that blow in writhing tunnels sweep by
Man in awe of this terrible beauty
New life
For Deb's contest-
Grey slender almost blue as embers
Pouncing in the greener yard~
Faithful He was oh so graceful
Past a concrete curb to wander
Into streaming metal garb ~
Where did he go,
Still no one knows
But she believes she’s found him ~
A carbon-copy of a cat,
If you could just imagine that;
So sure that he is
Smokey.