Short Weed Poems
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WEED
a garden of rampant weeds.
my great-grandpa loved
to blow,
and eat,
raw dandelion.
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
hues of blue
arise in the distance
upon descending lace
in its flight –
dandelion snowballs
‘ The Weed ’ 13th Senryu
A Weed-Like, Sick Plant
Roots to Shoots and Rise to Rant …
Infectious, Like That
Father in prison,
kids without discipline;
more fights, alcohol and weed...
mother gone with tough boyfriend:
troubled family.
so tired of this life i lead
forget when i wrap up the weed
i light it up. smoke
but this is a joke
serenity is what i need
Mary Jane enjoyed a good smoke
She was a cat who loved to toke
Yes indeed
She loved weed
Her downfall didn't come till coke
Men and women pour tons
Of concrete, cement, asphalt, stones
The humble weeds seek the Sun
Foundation. Humans quip they won!
weed covers the pond-
a crested grebe
dives for treasure
NOTE-HI-KU is any English language variation on the Japanese haiku
Healing through drinking.
Enjoying life through smoking
Tobacco and weed.
Perhaps natives were always
Onto that very something.
Forget cocaine
You can sustain,
My daily need;
'Tis not the weed,
That calms my soul,
With your soft voice,
There is no hole.
I watched it falling
The shower from the sky
Aided by the breeze
I saw it coming
A python from the forest
Weed shook when she swayed
M E A D O W
A N N U A L
Y E L L O W
R A T T L E
T I N G E D
V I O L E T
I plan
I know
I weed
l line big and small
I welcome
I give
I justify
I love
I initiate
I live
I fund
I trust
I believe
I care
Love
Lord
o' dandelion
yellow bud like sunflower
beautiful thorn weed
6/3/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021
Mrs. Packer bought a weed whacker
So, her husband could trim the grass
But he was a slacker
Thus, ever after
The whacker was out of gas
Sun’s out time to smoke my weed
No time to plant stupid seeds
I grow my belly
My tongue likes jelly
My eyes cry out from high speeds.
i am happy
my bad days are coming soon
to weed out peacocks
A boy was caught smoking weed
Then he quickly hid a seed
He planted it quick
When he learned a new trick
How to grow weed with great speed
Cannabis sativa decreed
But people like to call it, "weed"
It smokes so hot
Some call it "pot"
And I know where your dog just peed
Aah, the sweet smell of Sinsemilla,
I love to smoke it every day.
But what I love the most of all...
Duh, what was I going to say?
It was the perfect romance but it wasn’t real now I have to hold myself accountable for the things I feel and weed out what wasn’t real to heal
I am dandelion
in a world of weed killers
colour of sunshine
yet despised for being me
with one's seed so prolific
© Harry J Horsman 2020
There once was a pup named Pete
Fresh off of his Mama’s teet
First day off his lead
He found some skunk weed
Now he smells like butt and feet
Humanity so loved the poppy
That it made a chemical copy
But God knows what we need
And it isn't more weed
Which seems to make everyone sloppy!
Human dandelion
in a world of weed killers,
colour of sunshine
yet despised for being me...
or one’s seed so prolific.
© Harry J Horsman 2012