Poetry competition CLOSED 25th August 2013 2:27am
WINNER
hannahagadorn (HippieHannah)
hannahagadorn (HippieHannah)
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PsychicApocalypse
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Smoker's competition
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem surrealistically describing having a drag from your cigarette
Rules:
*old/new poems welcome
*no length set but try not to write a novel
*use any sort of vivid imagery you wish, whether it be violent, sexual, etc.
Example poem of mine, "Cigarette Bomb" http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/103588-cigarette-bomb-edited/
Good luck!
*old/new poems welcome
*no length set but try not to write a novel
*use any sort of vivid imagery you wish, whether it be violent, sexual, etc.
Example poem of mine, "Cigarette Bomb" http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/103588-cigarette-bomb-edited/
Good luck!
http://southweb.org/lifewise/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/smoking.jpg
Flames engulf,
the small match stick.
I enjoy the smell a little,
and set the cigarette to my lips.
As I inhale,
this nicotine nectar.
My anxiety calms,
my nervousness ceases.
I just feel better.
I feel it,
traveling in my system.
I feel it
illuminating my being.
My head spins a bit,
and I relish in that
dizzy feeling.
The taste of the mint,
calms my inner demons.
I just sit back an relax,
listening to songs from John Lennon.
I huff and puff,
this minty nicotine nectar.
With music in my ears,
and a book in my hand,
I enjoy this nicely cooled weather.
(This is a really old poem. I used to smoke, but now I chew gum. lol)
Anonymous
Nice one :)
Cigarette
Give me a ruse, give me a need
such trifling desires are reserved for the weak
I'll be weak for you
I'll sell my soul to feel you in me
You're an enigma
your Venomous leaves, your putrid embrace
your beacon ignites glowing like fire
revitalizing
rivet me in your bluish gray mist
you bring order to chaos
you spring hope in devastated hearts
sweet soldier of death you! Never leave me
your tests I will stand, your torture I can't resist
My best friend
my worst enemy
innocence in disguise
humble and kind
unrelenting misery cloaked in ecstasy
lay upon me, euphoria I so crave for
you will be the death of me
and in my death you shall become eternal
The instrument of self destruction
you scream in silent agony
your horrid melodies pamper my senses
you've gripped me so, I'm addicted to your madness-
-this hunger you chain me to
A slave to you forever, release me never
yours truly
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/25809.jpg
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/25809-cigarette/
Give me a ruse, give me a need
such trifling desires are reserved for the weak
I'll be weak for you
I'll sell my soul to feel you in me
You're an enigma
your Venomous leaves, your putrid embrace
your beacon ignites glowing like fire
revitalizing
rivet me in your bluish gray mist
you bring order to chaos
you spring hope in devastated hearts
sweet soldier of death you! Never leave me
your tests I will stand, your torture I can't resist
My best friend
my worst enemy
innocence in disguise
humble and kind
unrelenting misery cloaked in ecstasy
lay upon me, euphoria I so crave for
you will be the death of me
and in my death you shall become eternal
The instrument of self destruction
you scream in silent agony
your horrid melodies pamper my senses
you've gripped me so, I'm addicted to your madness-
-this hunger you chain me to
A slave to you forever, release me never
yours truly
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/25809.jpg
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/25809-cigarette/
Anonymous
http://whatalife.pmpblogs.com/files/2011/08/vintage-cigarette-ad-05-al-pacino.jpg
THERE WAS A TIME
There was a time in the past
When smoking was so cool
You saw it in the movies
You started smoking in school
Even Doctors thought it was good for you
Practically everybody smoked
Lung cancer had not yet been linked
To the contents of the modern cigarette
So we smoked when we needed a break
We smoked to think more clearly
The nicotine is good for your brain
But not the rest of stuff
They cram into that white little ciggie
Eventually you develop smoker's cough
Which can lead to emphysema
Eventually you cough all the time
Walk around with your own oxygen tank
Sorry you ever got started
However there are people
Who are resistant to smoking
Some live till ninety - two
What is a smoker to do?
The tobacco plant itself
Is a treasure the Indians used carefully
Why cannot we make cigarettes
That only deliver nicotine
Not the other junk
They have come out with e-cigarettes
But we are waiting for the data
To give us the green light
To get our anxiety reliever!
THERE WAS A TIME
There was a time in the past
When smoking was so cool
You saw it in the movies
You started smoking in school
Even Doctors thought it was good for you
Practically everybody smoked
Lung cancer had not yet been linked
To the contents of the modern cigarette
So we smoked when we needed a break
We smoked to think more clearly
The nicotine is good for your brain
But not the rest of stuff
They cram into that white little ciggie
Eventually you develop smoker's cough
Which can lead to emphysema
Eventually you cough all the time
Walk around with your own oxygen tank
Sorry you ever got started
However there are people
Who are resistant to smoking
Some live till ninety - two
What is a smoker to do?
The tobacco plant itself
Is a treasure the Indians used carefully
Why cannot we make cigarettes
That only deliver nicotine
Not the other junk
They have come out with e-cigarettes
But we are waiting for the data
To give us the green light
To get our anxiety reliever!
That First Drag
It's different every time
but the same
That feeling ,holding it
in between my
lips
The flick of my bic
My first drag
When I get in my car
tapping ashes out the window
Definitely after sex
that mind blowing orgasmic sex
With a great cup of coffee
and good friends
When dinner has been ate
and gone
Every time it's different
but the same
Relaxing
It's different every time
but the same
That feeling ,holding it
in between my
lips
The flick of my bic
My first drag
When I get in my car
tapping ashes out the window
Definitely after sex
that mind blowing orgasmic sex
With a great cup of coffee
and good friends
When dinner has been ate
and gone
Every time it's different
but the same
Relaxing
http://www.smokernewsworld.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/Smokinf-black-girl.jpg
FUMAR
She smokes her cigarro puro
the same way she takes her men
Inhale deeply
Swallow him whole
She wants him to slide to the back of her throat
Linger there
Burn a little
Lagrimas (tears)
Ectasty
He's inside her
She can feel all of him
Even as he pollutes her
with promises that won't last beyond this moment
She loves him
She tastes all of him
He was beaten by the plantation sun
Browned
Aged
Hardened
Crushed by whips and chains old and new
None of that matters now
Savor his taste
The hazed euphoria it brings
He seduces her
She loves the way her lips caress the length of him
Take the satisfaction now
Agony and consequences are for tomorrow
As he rolls in her mouth
Her chocha gets wet
She fingers her pussy lips to part them
Her own juices bathe her clit
Her cocoa brown nipples are almendra
Hard
Fruity
She plays freely now
Her hips roll in a primordial rhythm
All the while rolling him and his heat in her mouth
Though she's gasping now
Loving his stench
Loving the choke in her throat
Damelo papi
Give it to me
Metemela mi boca papi
Fuck my mouth
Duro asi duro
Hard like that hard
Si papi si
Tu gusta mi lengua
You love my tongue
She exhales and he is out of her
When she releases him its back into the world
To corrupt others with his sweet stench
He floats over her in that moment
Only because she let's him
After he is long gone
She has the need for another
This time Robusto
Metemela ay dios mas rapido
Fuck me oh God fuck me faster
FUMAR
She smokes her cigarro puro
the same way she takes her men
Inhale deeply
Swallow him whole
She wants him to slide to the back of her throat
Linger there
Burn a little
Lagrimas (tears)
Ectasty
He's inside her
She can feel all of him
Even as he pollutes her
with promises that won't last beyond this moment
She loves him
She tastes all of him
He was beaten by the plantation sun
Browned
Aged
Hardened
Crushed by whips and chains old and new
None of that matters now
Savor his taste
The hazed euphoria it brings
He seduces her
She loves the way her lips caress the length of him
Take the satisfaction now
Agony and consequences are for tomorrow
As he rolls in her mouth
Her chocha gets wet
She fingers her pussy lips to part them
Her own juices bathe her clit
Her cocoa brown nipples are almendra
Hard
Fruity
She plays freely now
Her hips roll in a primordial rhythm
All the while rolling him and his heat in her mouth
Though she's gasping now
Loving his stench
Loving the choke in her throat
Damelo papi
Give it to me
Metemela mi boca papi
Fuck my mouth
Duro asi duro
Hard like that hard
Si papi si
Tu gusta mi lengua
You love my tongue
She exhales and he is out of her
When she releases him its back into the world
To corrupt others with his sweet stench
He floats over her in that moment
Only because she let's him
After he is long gone
She has the need for another
This time Robusto
Metemela ay dios mas rapido
Fuck me oh God fuck me faster
blow smoke in the face of cancer adverts
stub
finger and thumb
small tremorrs
suck all the bitterness left
one mosaic piece
of me falls away
i become morbid.
inside we are all
more of our surface
at the heart there's no great change, no secret self.
if life is a cigarette
i'm practising death
until i die,
until i die.
stub
finger and thumb
small tremorrs
suck all the bitterness left
one mosaic piece
of me falls away
i become morbid.
inside we are all
more of our surface
at the heart there's no great change, no secret self.
if life is a cigarette
i'm practising death
until i die,
until i die.
Anonymous
THIN BLUE LINE
Inhaling incubates
Anxiety traveling
Through my pores
Like the first breath
Exhaling lost time
Through a thin
Blue line
Inhaling incubates
Anxiety traveling
Through my pores
Like the first breath
Exhaling lost time
Through a thin
Blue line
http://www.edelmangallery.com/leonard32s.jpg
Men I knew in the pack
You either smoked Camels or Winstons,
except Hezikiah he stroked Marlboros
You either drove a Ford or a Chevy,
pickup
Smith & Wesson, or Remington
Ya hound could hunt, or he couldn't
Your day started at 4 AM, unless it was a Sunday
You either drank Colt 45, or Schitlz
Your children caught the switch or the belt, or both
You rarely if ever said, "I love you",
to anyone
I checked my pack
Oak colored Carolina gold wrapped by white veil to keep it in place
Burned with the flame
it crackles in forgiveness if you listen
Taken in hard
Usually to the strum of daddy's guitar
Vapors nestle in lungs that quicken the heart with narcotic infused bliss for the mind
Unfiltered poison
digested with ease as we spoke and laughed
Argued
Bitter ends spit out now and again
Blistered fingers help control the melody one measure at a time
Tongues bathed in ethereal smoke
Nostrils flare through crimson eyes in this wooden den of dragons
I want all their joy, but none of the foretold sorrow in this pack of mine
Foolishly I think can elude it
It's why Ol' Man Jess sometimes calls me Pup
I chase my tail though it can't be caught
No more than the vapors around me
No more than they could
Men I knew in the pack
You either smoked Camels or Winstons,
except Hezikiah he stroked Marlboros
You either drove a Ford or a Chevy,
pickup
Smith & Wesson, or Remington
Ya hound could hunt, or he couldn't
Your day started at 4 AM, unless it was a Sunday
You either drank Colt 45, or Schitlz
Your children caught the switch or the belt, or both
You rarely if ever said, "I love you",
to anyone
I checked my pack
Oak colored Carolina gold wrapped by white veil to keep it in place
Burned with the flame
it crackles in forgiveness if you listen
Taken in hard
Usually to the strum of daddy's guitar
Vapors nestle in lungs that quicken the heart with narcotic infused bliss for the mind
Unfiltered poison
digested with ease as we spoke and laughed
Argued
Bitter ends spit out now and again
Blistered fingers help control the melody one measure at a time
Tongues bathed in ethereal smoke
Nostrils flare through crimson eyes in this wooden den of dragons
I want all their joy, but none of the foretold sorrow in this pack of mine
Foolishly I think can elude it
It's why Ol' Man Jess sometimes calls me Pup
I chase my tail though it can't be caught
No more than the vapors around me
No more than they could
Anonymous
“Without The Sticks”
http://health-advisors.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/lungs-after-smoking.jpg
~A Quitters Revelations~
The plan was
hatched
for multi-millions
in a secret lab
under tight security.
Attacking
the central nervous system
with mixtures,
those sweet-elixirs
up the ante
with tasty aldehydes,
developing crazy-cravings,
make you want to toke.
The coiling-hypnotic-swirling-altered smoke
made cool with menthols,
creates the synthetic-euphoria
to reinforce the desire,
stoking the ashen-addicts
with a slow burn to the very end,
their metastasized lungs
gulping the freedom to die.
Jesus, I’m already half-way there
without the sticks.
http://health-advisors.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/lungs-after-smoking.jpg
~A Quitters Revelations~
The plan was
hatched
for multi-millions
in a secret lab
under tight security.
Attacking
the central nervous system
with mixtures,
those sweet-elixirs
up the ante
with tasty aldehydes,
developing crazy-cravings,
make you want to toke.
The coiling-hypnotic-swirling-altered smoke
made cool with menthols,
creates the synthetic-euphoria
to reinforce the desire,
stoking the ashen-addicts
with a slow burn to the very end,
their metastasized lungs
gulping the freedom to die.
Jesus, I’m already half-way there
without the sticks.
Anonymous
"Feeling Righteous and Good"
http://evidencebasedliving.human.cornell.edu/files/2013/06/smoking.jpg
Been one of those days,
damn, my nerves are shot!
Oh Lord,
something’s gotta give
with all these mounting bills,
the crazy-assed boss,
a wife and kids strung
out on Ritalin-pills
and they’re still jumping beans.
Sucking like a fish out of water,
my lips sponge relief,
swirl it around
in my mouth
to capture
the smoke,
designed to kill
and make money.
Man, that
feels righteous and good!
http://evidencebasedliving.human.cornell.edu/files/2013/06/smoking.jpg
Been one of those days,
damn, my nerves are shot!
Oh Lord,
something’s gotta give
with all these mounting bills,
the crazy-assed boss,
a wife and kids strung
out on Ritalin-pills
and they’re still jumping beans.
Sucking like a fish out of water,
my lips sponge relief,
swirl it around
in my mouth
to capture
the smoke,
designed to kill
and make money.
Man, that
feels righteous and good!
