Toked Poems - Poems about Toked

...I sat on what we have always called our marked bench and smoked. Just wish you were here with me, because we could have toked, The sad thing is I only wish you would be a little more stoked.......Read the rest...

... My candle burns at both ends. It will not last the night. But, ah my foes, and oh, my friends, it sheds a lovely light. Author: Edna Saint Vincent Millay Her very first publi......Read the rest...

... We're all just clocks and we're all just ticking. What did you tick today? Did you tik of love, or tok of peace? Did you chime at midnight rest? Or did you leave the gift of time, to a wa......Read the rest...

... She took Santa for a ride in her red Ferrari. He had told her he needed a pick-me-up. She drove like the devil, was short like an elf. He was fattened by cookies, not at all himself. W......Read the rest...

...As we walked the warm air broke and swept over me like waves. I puffed on a sweet cigar passing the seafood placed down by the marina. “we went the wrong way.” The boats locked behind a cage sat......Read the rest...

...I haven’t toked in many years And though it’s just as well, In Amsterdam three years ago, My nose picked up that smell. I breathed in deep and reminisced About my younger days, Those weekend ......Read the rest...

...SOME DAY THEY BE BACK HOME (Ode To Jim Morrison) By Roy A. Merritt The Lizard King hissed and rasped And crept up from behind And the heat shivered 'round about And made life seem sublime ......Read the rest...

...WELL ME AND BOYS WE’RE SITTING AROUND THE FIRE, AS ALL GOOD GEORGIA BOYS DO. WE WERE DRINKING AND LAUGHING AND CUTTING THE FOOL, AND COOKING SOME GOOD OLD BRUNSWICK STEW. WELL THE NEXT THING I KN......Read the rest...

...I woke up and toked, wrapped up the little jokes, and led the flow of traffic on down the road... I'm not Casper but I sher Boo the mood of plaster, I'd rather stiff at narks to break car......Read the rest...

...Life like from a fish bowl, really! Way ... encapsulated like above and behind, you know? All those like gilded dado's of peachy-pink, gnarly puff, sweet aye? All those awesome totally rad houses of ......Read the rest...

...We called him the dooch or the mini, who puffed all his dope like a chimney he would grind up that budd, like a crip or a blood and rolled up two blunts and a skinny. The very first time that......Read the rest...