Weed Poems - Poems about Weed

creeping toward clover tiny yellow wood sorrel jealous dandelions...

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the dandelion weeps as a summer sun melts away each dewdrop, reflecting the morning winds resolving to accompany the hesitant chirps, songs of hope, of grace feelings whispering to the weeds… never will my heart forget the dandelion’s tears as she remembers the spring and her first encouraging petals, the glow of light on the dawn as she realizes her time is here, she is born blessed by buttery buds and healing...

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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...

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Candle glow at midnight The hatch is locked A scrambling splutter As I reach for the key of circles and bolts and lines But just as before The circle ends Four corners behind And I'm scrambling again for another key I plead the glow as I– Well, do I cherish my existence once more? Foot taps to the humming Blood rushing under my skin I'm thrown to...

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Candle glow at midnight, The hatch is locked A scrambling splutter As I reach for the key of circles, bolts and lines. But just as before. The circle ends 4 corners behind And I'm scrambling again for another key I plead the glow; It flickers as I- Well, I, I cherish my existence once more As another circle starts to grow... My foot taps to the...

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I think I’ll stomp on you Crush you, you worthless weed Fools include you in a bouquet Recipients look the other way Oh, drat, my trouser cuff...

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Willie Nelson likes to play music for fun he doesn’t need money for his family to feed but as a sideline he developed his own brand of weed ...

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• A lone carton sitting in the bin • Spreading the smell of burnt weed • A breath of fresh air is what I desperately need • I don't think I can bring myself to go back in...

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Butterfly weed ______________ All required to explain, Was the spoon full of taste. Taste of earth, The taste of the sun, Going up and down in symphony. Little dolls, Recreating its system Choosing the right and wrong in various flowers. A secret tunnel, To the other side of the forbidden tulips Is a butterfly weed, Asking for pride. Ever again, Anyone who could have find the silence Emptiness Among us, Is not so...

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She says she prefers weed That its as wholesome as green trees But if she’s a marijuana queen Why can’t she do more than eat Babies need their mothers Men need their lovers But her only desperate desire Is to set Mary Jane on fire Is it a gateway drug For many it is a help For her it’s not enough She mooches off everyone else Maybe...

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Sharp, spikey in green coat weed?...

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Have you wiped off the traces of me Our shared photo albums, emails? Have you tidied up your memory Are you sure it is cleaned of my trails? You had no time to spare a minute I quite understand, knowing that You are completely within it When problems dictate the impact Defending your life, you don’t need me Concentration is all you need But what...

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son's hands tremble fierce all gas going to burn it up needs to find rhythm...

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Aah, the sweet smell of Sinsemilla, I love to smoke it every day. But what I love the most of all... Duh, what was I going to say? ...

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I am but a weed In God's flower garden Humbled to exist Even if not as red as roses Not as tall as sun flowers Not as warm as marigolds Not as thrilling as lillies But I am wonderfully and fearfully made I invite imagination And like a falling star Children pick me to Blow blue breaths wishes upon And I fly into whimsical wind To deliver the...

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