Smoker Poems - Poems about Smoker

You are Killing me, I cannot breathe! My lungs are closing. I think I am on the verge of being no more… Could this be my last breath of life? I am dying all because you had too lit up! ...

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Your swell appetite for tobacco Is a sure life-time divider; Of winds making her a sirocco, Even as she stops being your provider … Softening and calmer, asks you aside And entreats you to her sit beside For a voicing of her disappointments in you And challenges to say “It isn’t true!” Soon, absorbs her rude shocks And for you Heaven’s Gate unlocks But...

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They’ve been my constant buddies through experiences bad and good And like any close-knit friendships things don’t always go as they should Lately I’ve been coughing and running out of breath Asthma? Emphysema? Cancer? It’s scaring me to death When I run out, I panic like a climber about to fall or a little lost boy looking for his...

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Her luring loin And her customers’ seduced groin Once again join With a freshly released gold coin, Even as she wasn’t his type For being a smoker of a pipe To whom final quitting could never be ripe, Until cancer took its paw swipe And off her illusory joy wipe… A nymphomaniac reaching out to ointments Ahead of fixed appointments For the enveloping of smell...

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Changing the habit hasn't been easy Jubilant lip curves to free the breezy Many trials delivering colossal failure My efforts to quit robbed of allure A new courageous attempt is again made And a new hurting failure of higher grade A fresh miraculous cut down on the sticks Yet a dramatic shameful return for more picks Another beautiful reduction of the ticks Still...

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They called him Stogie for a clear reason. He smoked fat pipes no matter the season. Try to take it from him. You’ll get a smack on the chin. To take away the cat’s vice is tantamount to treason....

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There once was a ghost whom in life had smoked, Four packs of cigarettes a day. Fell asleep one night; Awoke to a fright; On fire was his entire estate! ...

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Someone smells like smoke. I can barely stand to sit here. Clenching my teeth, I have a headache, everywhere near. A friendly smoker has sat next to me, oh, dear. I jump up, because her smell is killing me, so clear. I am an asthmatic, and I cannot breathe next to a smoker, I think. In the nicest...

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Down through the greener woods of Uma, Through the lions’ den to the green mamba’s palace, Near the dik dik’s habitat, As the antelope took off to escape the rage, Of the approaching leopards whose paws protruded, Upon the trees were vultures the street sweepers, Freely interweaving chores with weaver bird choirs, Whose melodious tuning meant zero to the jungle- Whose circle a...

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I'm sitting on the terrace Of the condo of my aunt And trying to enjoy the breeze But sadly, I just can't. For next door there's a neighbor I can't see, behind the wall, Yet his smoking habit somehow seems To permeate us all. He obviously steps outside So all his inside air Stays relatively clean; at least The smoke won't hover there. But...

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the smoke from your lips a milky way the words you speak stars an endless source of fascination I am in love I think the way you craft ideas stories beginning with a seed blooming into fantasies and dreams floating away into the night...

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she’s a chain smoker with stiletto heels and ruby red lips she leaves a trail of cigarette butts marked with her kiss like a bread crumb trail in case she gets lost and can’t find her way home she’ll shutdown your heart faster than a heart attack knows where she’s going and only getting started she’s an unsolvable riddle when she whips her hair parts the red sea and walks right down the...

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I'm coughing out in rhythm As I draw in more lushest smoke Ain't never done me any good But the Marlboro Mans got my vote Two packs a day at minimum I see no use in quitting Though the way I wheeze in the morning time There ain't much use in living The doctors give their warning My lungs are tarred and blackened The only...

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lights pipe smells ripe...

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Little chant for ya... bloody ciggie takes me breath, the stinker comes between, nicotene pfinger pokes , me dad is dead it means, dont get so dead ice-scream..... suck slack tobacco is the joke, says the man from nicotene.... chant it babe........Don ~got to have a hobby hey, suck a ciggie all the day, reaper waits for the END of play, dodge the bludger...

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