Weed Poems - Poems about Weed

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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We all crave peace in the Middle East and an end to the war in Ukraine.. World democracies huddle to stop the rubble and halt those aggressors who maim. We see the innocents suffer with out any buffer where death and destruction now reigns. We empathize with their agony thru daily doses of this tragedy yet the heavy blood spilling remains.. As it...

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I can stand for hours watching the life of the pool go around. Sparkling, shimmering water. Sandy bottoms surrounded by tiny green rock faces, All dotted by little caves, Sprigs of waving sea weed in all different hues, Only this sea weed moves in this watery jewellry box. Just sit still and watch, a tiny head pops out of one of...

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You should check some Brussels, its really a treat To stroll on, protected by troopers Fast people in Brussels their cigarettes lit With ignition key of old Coopers They serve freshest mussles in Brussels, you must Leave on a table some fee And worshiped by Auden Beaux Arts you can pass If your bag hangs down to the knee There is no...

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Decades ago, a severe drought took its toll And many parts of the U.S. became a dust bowl To control the erosion of the soil The Kudzu plant was introduced amid the turmoil It grows at a rate of a foot per day Smothering other plants in its way In all directions it will go ...

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Flobodobba-dob? asked Bill of Ben Dobba-flob? Ben asked Bill to repeat again Ah!! Dobba-flobbing flobadom Bill confirmed with linguistic skill Flobbing dobba-do dob do Ben wrote down with his Quill Hadn't the flowerpot men heard of Google Translate then they wouldn't have as much trouble to communicate "Weeeeeed", "Weeeeeed" suggested their best friend little weed but alas, the flowerpot men couldn't speak...

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