Toking Poems | Examples

Weekend wind down

you're laying back and toking
is that a funny cigarette you're smoking?
~ looking suspiciously calm and mellow


Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: 3rd place 2025

High-Minded

Smoking toking you must be joking
it's a bust I just don't need an altered sense
of time and space or on choking
a mind-numbing feeling of euphoria
as I am happy as a clam
(thank you ma'am)
for as you two while under the influence
of lethargy-inducing external stimuli
proceeded in search of smokeable weed
a.k.a., a whole lot of pot
a joint venture indeed
the words I heard by you bemoaned
when about to go driving were
'No left turn unstoned!'

Tick Toking

Oh me, oh my,
How time keeps tick-tocking by!
Each year shaves pounds of days off the next
Unburdened, it races on, faster and faster yet.
We say, "Wasn't it yesterday or maybe just last week?" 
Or "where'd the time go?! Damn the thief!"
Summer break was the Tortoise in our youth, 
but then we understood the stories moral and truth…
That slow and steady… each minute is gone
Until, in not so very long, the race is won. 
At the finish line, where loved ones wait…out of time…
The Clock will stop, inevitable and sure,
 when the hare-swift Tic, is Toking no more.

The Secret Of The Clocks

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 watch of far more less? 

For it is we who guard it's ancient lane, as we and it progress, the future upon our face is written, just tik and tok your best.

And every clock you see today, your hands be holding true, for the truth of tik and tok is this, every clock be you. 

Now tik and tok along with all, a chorus made so great, the future know we guard its right, to peace, and love, and faith.

No matter how we clocks, look or sound in tune, remember time goes best, because they're ticking toking too. 

And every time you've tik and toked, making sure you knew, all the hands on every clock had dared to also move.

 All good clocks do chime together, across the world and it's land, and when all good clocks have come together we'll finally stand a chance.

Day After Christmas

It is the day after Christmas and Santa’s feet are soaking.
He is not a druggie, or he might be seriously toking.
Mrs. Claus and the elves are exhausted too.
None of them are wearing a slipper or a shoe.
Their feet are soaking, and they are fast asleep.
Their dreams parading in the clouds which the angels keep.
Santa Claus worked all night with little relief in sight.
Merry Christmas to you, he said. And to all a good night.
But today is his day to drink eggnog with cheer.
Before he begins another rigorous year!

Dirty Laundry

My clothes smell like the green grass
I wash and watch and watch time pass

Another dollar spent
No time to repent

Heaven sent but hell bound
Hell no dont make a sound

More flames seen in my eyes
This gin tastes like the skies

More truth unspoken
This ash is smoking

Still in a way I'm hoping
But for now,

This light im toking 
Passing in poverty 

Oh the audacity 
Lights in the city

A pitty.  Sit
Hells pit

Another day washing clothes
Like Dam, only lord knows

So, I continue 
And clean, so new.

Still its these dirty shirts
Thats what hurts the most

One simple wash
It all spins through 

Dirty till Clean
I still miss your smell...

No Gmo

while trying to find
the founding fathers
without bothering
if George W 
(not Bush)
separated
female
from
male

i knew that the oh
so what do you
know count
these beans
declaration
was written
on hemp
paper not
because

we wanted to supercede
that what would come
to pass with recent
states saying don't
keep toking cause
i'm jonesin so
pass the 
weed
we'd

all love to share Dylan
and the Band singing 
Rockin Chair but 
i also became
aware that
that same
page of
was in
fact

written with the ink
of the American
pokeweed so
glorifying the
british born
fathers for
their sons
George W
Bush

should thank his
being by the
hemp lines
that kept
Bush Sr
afloat
on the
ropes
of his

parachute

Last Words To You

Your a Dirty mess
broke, toking on your death smoke
Drowning in a pool of lies 
until your gonna start to choke
Does your mummy even know
That you ever did smoke
Before you blame your sh i t on me
Driving drunk,taking coke

You have lied and you cheated,
yet apparently it’s my fault
That we ended, I’m controlling
When I didn’t check your phone
I knew I should
You were texting and arranging when to go
Get your things, come to my place
No one ever has to know
Keep it in, brush your teeth
Never let that s h it go
I’m going mad, you a prick
They f u ck ing said so
Moved on, no more love 
I just wanted you to know
I was loyal, full of hope
But you let our love blow
Up in pieces, with no reason
It really bothers me
How you thinking you’ll get away with disrespecting me,
Here’s a thing, shut it up
As I know we don’t belong 
Your the one who never loved me
Your the one who did me wrong

By Rosie Hill

What I'Ve Conquered Is Bonkers

I can't believe what I've conquered,
it's bonkers,
this rubbish silly mind of a plonker
is to be published in time like Willy Wonka.

I haven't been this high in oh so long,
when I was toking smoke and hacking bong,
and tapping info into Wonga in hope of a loan,
and when accepted seeking chronic on my phone.

Now I'm flying up so high,
beating off gravity to reach the sky,
I don't know if this height is wise,
after the peak there's a mighty slide,
that I'll glide down and lose my pride,
but once before I rode that ride,
straight to hell into Satans stride,
and in that fight old Satan died.

So I just went and took his throne,
resurrected him as a slave of my own,
for awhile the fires of hell were home,
the script transpired when the Phoenix had flown.

So the rise and fall is repeatable,
I survived it once I'm unbeatable,
with drive like mine I'll repeat it all,
I'll rise again each time I fall.

What I've achieved is unbelievable,
doubters doubt and can be cruel,
I'm all about bouts and out to duel,
and step small steps towards a miracle.

The Universe Takes Time

The Universe Takes Time

When the clock struck midnight’s winter solitude she dangled from the

pendulum changed vibration and her tune ticking toking to the token of time

No longer in chaos Yin joined lover’s flute and took what she gave in openings

Solstice’s moon and sun embraced mountains and valleys when Yang grafted

cosmos from disarray and they harvested from mating souls entwining piecing

together what had been confusion’s loneliness scripting a new beginning

The midday stars shine balanced light now as radiant prisms found celestial union

Lake Cliffs of Erie

Standing on the edge of a cliff
toking a smooth fat spliff
waiting to catch sight of a skiff
Floating it's way on by

Watching the majestic girl soar
no longer a beast of lore
wish for increasingly more
She passes a look on the fly

Brown with white head and tail
power that will never fail
enchanting how she sets sail
Makes me start to cry

Bounding stag hidden by ivied hoods
sneaky 'lil squirrel dashing with his goods
amber kits darting through the boxwoods
Violet western sun in the sky

These Are the Days of Our Lives

Hopscotch playing
Dragon slaying
Home alone staying
   Child of a broken home
Liquor sneaking
***** peaking
Experimental tweaking
   Adolescent always stoned

Cigarette smoking
Eating then choking
Closet toking
   Average American whore
Cake baking 
Zoloft taking
Dinner making
   Wife and mother of 4

Empty nest
Did your best
Cheers to the rest
   Menopause is the answer
Constantly prying
Endless crying
Slowly dying
   Widowed grandmother with cancer

Nonsense

Life is hazing
people dazing
have you ever pulled a gun inside your head?
blow out your brain and still have your mind instead...

coffee
fountain
chimney
mountain

those words sound nice but don't come right in bed
waking for a drill but drinking at a bar for bread

life is joking
people choking
ever wonder why the old man just laughs at you?
smiles at your position, knows that your a dead man too...

Inner voices

Awkward choices
Mail bride orders

Thumbing borders
Hoping wishes
Easy dishes

Washing dreams
Alien schemes
Lion cowards
Rusty showers
Utilized mirrors
Synchronized prisoners

life is smoking
people toking
notice how your eyes have turn out to be a no hand clue
is it me or now you turn to know your crazy too?

coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo...

The Munchies

Sitting around smoking dope,
is this silly lycanthrope.
Toking is always fun,
Now I want food by the ton.

Laughing and looking around,
but no food in this house can be found.
I guess I'll have to go out for some grub,
I guess I'll find some unexpecting bub!

So I head to the local village,
for someone's bones to pillage.
I creep around,
looking for someone tasty in town.

Oh look someone too fulfill my appetite,
walking alone through the night.
The hunger making me much crazier,
I pick my teeth with James Fraser.

He looks like a meal that can't be beat,
a great poet is a yummy treat.
I creep up and leap,
knocking him from his feet.

Ripping out his lily white throat,
in his blood I do gloat,
Thanks for being a delicious meal,
my belly you did fill!

Drifting Away

Life isn't what it's cracked up to be
   Living on an island and toking delightful weed
      His thoughts emerge faster and easier then before.
          His mother once said not to explore,
             The mystical substance that most hippies adore
                He is free from the world and insanity 
                    He takes it easy and drinks his wine.
                       Playing guitar all day and listens to 
                          The Who's "Behind Blue Eyes"

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