Up In Smoke Poems - Poems about Up In Smoke

Under the starry sky, where thoughts float like incense smoke in the deep night, I feel the shiver of fear, like cold water flowing over my soul, deep and silent, I just wish to stretch time, to embrace the moment like a wave kissing the shore, I feel the shiver of fear, my dear, and I just want...

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Swirling smoke and tobacco cheeks; leave no glass on the patio. Plastic water bottle filled to the gills with butts. children don’t care - off in their own world. generation gap is apparent as one grows old. Young will carry on. What will the world be? I breathe, I sigh, I hold my breath; eventually, I inhale secondhand smoke, and try to reach, teach, inspire these kids, but I...

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Early on a cold March morning a handful of men took a stand in the year of eighteen thirty six when a sabre drew a line in the sand it was victory or death for the valiant few outnumbered and out-gunned surrender and be spared an ultimatum they knew with a cannon shot by Travis it was shunned even as the day was...

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The Wardrobe I opened the wardrobe door There they hang, suits and trousers worn so long, looking pale copies of my figure This can't go on, in a fit of self-anger I gave my old clothes to the Salvation Army Too much textile is a burden In a suitable shop, I bought a pair of jeans and a...

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you trace my constellations you put stars in my eyes you whisper sweet nothings which ended up being my demise the sweet taste of honey you leave on my tongue numbs the pain of the nicotine in my burning lungs you say the lace of my garments traces my bones but all i see is a girl way out of tone...

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My hatred weaves into verses like a serpent of smoke, I am a sad poet who bathes his pen in blood and shadows, I seek my reason in the past, in those days that seem never to die, And memories are my muses, ghosts nesting in my soul. My hatred grows when I uncover my scars, Turning them into fresh...

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O Benjamin, Since the seventh of October, you have marched— Through flame, through silence, Through lullabies silenced beneath dust. Still you cry terror, But the world sees toys buried beneath broken walls, And mothers clawing through stone for names once whispered at night. You say Israel wants peace— Yet sow salt in every seedbed of it. How can peace be born from phosphorus fire? From...

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POTD June 15 2025 Smoke And Mirrors – Channelling in the Spirit of Edgar Allan Poe When regulation picks at pillaged dreams The searchlight shines its brutal beams As shadows spill its borrowed light. judgement retains its fractured fight. A blind eye turns as life disbands the gavel strikes by unseen hands, The scales unbalanced - Truth? Hard to reach, Sold by madness -...

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I know my partner well and nigh, do tell a lie for he stop smoking ~ but the loo has a chimney that puffs white smoke, pokes the Pope...

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If, as the saying goes, 'There's no smoke without fire,' is it smarter to ignite a spark (illumination causation) than bedamn the dark, and thereby induce a funeral pyre, or, better yet, a safer bet, to avoid gossip and accusations, find the substantiated fact(s) (true datum) before you act and land in sorry situations? It's no joke, on soot you'll choke, yet, on the greener side, carry the torch for earth...

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It was a ghostly orb obscured by smog— glowing faintly yellow at the center and fading to amber, then ochre, raw sienna, and finally umber— as if the light itself were turning into smoke— and I couldn’t breathe. Even my crib was hazy beneath the poisonous congregation of vapors roiling and swirling near the ceiling and descending lower, like tornado clouds, brown and black— and I wondered where was my...

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In the silence of the evening, when thoughts intertwine like smoke rising to the starry sky, I wonder if I ever truly understood how love works, I've always been concerned with the things close to you, those little universes that make you happy, The things that matter to you, like constellations in the uncharted map of your soul. But...

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Smoke Another Cigar Under pressure Blue smoke, flair Dwelling on yesterday Dreadful memories Drink away your sorrows Ashes burning, secrets Recluse in the dark A dim light over shadows Abandoned self-worth Just growing old An unforgiving road Breathe in cigar smoke Let out the guilt Self indulge Rugged skin turns into leather Plant another tombstone...

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"U don't know how many times, I cried myself to sleep, while u entertained these girls, who are dirty, easy and cheap. Or how I spend all my time, trying to fix our home, while your "working" for Gene, but really not alone. U think without evidence, I have no room to speak, but that's...

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Froggy went a courtin', "Ribbit," he did sing, altho' singing weren't his thing, more like the punchline to a joke, 'Please don't smoke or I might croak.' In the deep end of the pond true love was his goal, and by the dawn help to spawn a few more tadpole souls. Hopped on to a water lily where he espied a fine-looking froggy filly, and in her...

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