Smoked Poems - Poems about Smoked

...-------- Another streak of blazed discovery tumbles upon this month's vanishing ember, that I gaze at an abandoned coastline washing off this season's tanned mist with August dimming it......Read the rest...

...We me through a friend, a chance encounter true But little did we know, our bond will shine right through We shared the same demons,the same painful past Our hearts beat with the same rhythm, at ......Read the rest...

...House just turned one hundred years old wooden floors preserve foot-fossils of ancestors. A fresh coat of paint cannot muffle yesterday's fireplace carolers. Our stockings hang aside the stocking......Read the rest...

...The mind can be the lonliest place It's just like me It eats, it sleeps, it breathes But unlike me, it's free Im locked, Im haunted Trapped by the chains of procrastination And I promise you, i......Read the rest...

... I GET ALL FERSCHEMMELED Y'all think I'm this handsome young devil Got news for y'all haven't been on the level Got quite a large tummy Mother dresses me funny When girls touch my par......Read the rest...

...At any time After lunch I will have my nap For a few hours And in the afternoon I will wake up I will stay indoors Where there is Cool Because my air condition Is on And I will do Some wo......Read the rest...

...A pair of centaurs from a far away dream Entered my room without sound “We’re not mythological, not what we seem”, Said one of them, looking around I dared to ask “folks how did you get in T......Read the rest...

...Something about the new Stage behind the red swagger Green TVs, living that luxury Almost getting lost with the sullen Eagles lifted to heaven level Gray in the garden bed I’m painted yellow an......Read the rest...

...eating my triple cheese shrimp omelet stirring my homemade triple cheese grits taking my hickory smoked bacon out of the microwave getting my honey butter biscuits out of the oven with a bad case......Read the rest...

...On a whim a black lab waited where other people do. At a bus stop man created, he smoked a cig too. His paws outstretched ready to pounce onto the shuttle of spluttering fumes. He'd ran away ......Read the rest...

...I'm not a traditional poet As you may think Wole Soyinka Who writes in form and pattern I'm only a man of romantics Who love to paint words and polish lines Until they become flower verses T......Read the rest...

...One of soft summer evenings is fading and passers go by Cappuccino in hand and a cig, you relax in delight Sick and happy you sit, and it must be your favorite style Or at least that's the way I r......Read the rest...

...I asked the owl: “What is love?” She said to me: "Ask God." I asked God: “What is love?” He said: “Ask your wife.” I asked my wife: “What is love?” She replied with a smile: «Ask the o......Read the rest...

...It's the beginning of Fall, chilly days and boring days are ahead, he notices how tall are the pines that oversee all; a rambling guy whistles songs: does he have a destination in mind, or he s......Read the rest...

...2/4/23 No ifs ands or maybes Daily I'm seeing hatred People still extremely racist Meanwhile food and materials being wasted I understand the messages these mummies meant Continually mon......Read the rest...