Smokers Poems - Poems about Smokers

Choked in Shadows

Stop! I can't breathe, you have me caught,
Darth Vader's grasp, a battle I never sought.
My lungs are squeezing, a vice made of despair,
Suffocating whispers in a toxic air.

Why should I suffer, why should I choke,
Paying for the habits of your smoky cloak?
Each breath a struggle, each moment a crime,
I glimpse my tomb long before my

SMOKERS CAUTIONARY TALE

SMOKERS CAUTIONARY TALE
 
In the haze of smoke, a cautionary tale,
I weave a poem of the cigarette's trail.
A tale of danger lurking in the ember's glow,
Of the destructive nature we all should know.
Behold the allure of the slender stick,
Burning down from head to toe in a eye's blink
With promises of relief & eradication of grief,
But

What Groups Cannot Do Without

What could they be all about?
I'd tell you: For what we'd scout,
When our passions for them shout.
What groups cannot do without;
Once one neglects each a flout...

Cash crop farms say fertile lands,
The Builder Mason Good Sands,
Marching-to-War Soldiers: bands,
The Ring Fighter: two hands,
All Seasoned Smokers: their brands,
Newspaper Vendors: news-stands.

Book of Records: What is grand,
South Africa, now: The

Attention Smokers

Attention smokers – come on down!
We’ve got vaccines for you!
Just push those older folk aside
And front-line workers, too.

Like cancer patients, you deserve
To jump the Pfizer lines;
Ignore those teachers waiting,
With their “We should come first” whines.

So what if you brought on yourselves
The damage to your lungs?
You need the shots because of it –
Ignore those wagging tongues.

Please

Callous System's Chaos

cursed wraps wielding
callous contractions clustering
saucy smokes  smoldering
taunted anger tuning
rustic route rustling
felon feelings fostering

unbridled opening undoing
pulsing passage renting
vying passion puking

punctured veins shrinking
like nature's thrill
when tattered's fiery

callous system's chaos
blackout, ballistic war.
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Note: What's left of a smoker. What a smoker becomes. Inspired by a picture.

Smokers

smokers
human relics
societal outcasts
banished to secluded islands
misfits

Sinner Or Saint

.       SINNER OR SAINT
Sitting at the back pew in church,
I looked to the front and beheld a familiar figure,
Is it not the drunkard of Miles street?
Is it not the smoker of all types?
He was in  queue for the holy eucharist,
And his gaze fixed to the cross in the

Good Morning Smokers

Just one puff 

I hug my feelings of 
Holding you on my 
Lips and take just 
One puff..... My dear 


With love all 
Jagdish bajantri

The Smokers

In the corners where the smokers smoke,
A rainy day on beale street for music folks.
They claim they don't remember a thing under the green smoke.
Trying to hide the moments of their joy.
Days when the smokers were innocent boys.
They said they grew up 
With Cuban cigars 
And were raised by men with 17 scars.
They had their

Die Hard Smokers

Die Hard Smokers And Taxes


Die hard smokers, by the thousands countrywide, they rightly feel a bit abused…
Ouch! A latest 40% hike in price for a ciggie pack, they  are definitely not amused…

Now is the time, they should be encouraged to rethink over their preference …
With rising costs, each ciggie stick costs a bomb, 

A Smokers Smoke

The sickness enters your mouth and your lips wrap around the smoky filter,
You light your lighter and spark the sickness than feel the jitter.
You inhale the sickness and exhale your life,
The smoke travels into the air and feel your life's cries. 

As you hold your death in your mouth, the smoke travels all around your

Smokers

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

Smokers

Loitering outside
Complaining about work
To no one in particular
Cigarettes dangling in hand
Slowly burning
One breath at a time.

A Smokers Heart

Running,panting,sweating blood,
my chests a river and a bleeding flood.
Cursing,ripping, this beating heart,
how it hates to be torn apart.
The racing drum within my chest,
calls to halt this violent test.
Lungs are black,and engine broke,
no more strength is left to yoke.
Simply now there was a pause,
hold your tongue and find the cause.
My fault alone,by my own hand,
I broke

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