Poems about Marijuana
#marijuana
Poems about marijuana, smoking weed and the recreation and medicinal effects of cannabis. Poetry about the lifestyle and culture around marijuana use, also poems exploring addiction and the side effects of the sale and use of this psychoactive drug.
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
18th Oct 2019 2:23am
18th Oct 2019 2:23am
Holy Herb
Precious healer
*
Wisdom giver
*
Christ anointer
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Seeker's tincture
*
Pain destroyer
*
Fabric weaver
*
Mindfuck calmer
*
Outer doctor
*
Yogic Inner
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Brownie taster
*
Three-tiered grinder
*
Carpet rider
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Caterpillar -
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Mushroom sitter
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Giggle starter
*
Opinion parter
*
Makes a believer
*
Arty farter
*
Bigger hearter
*
Unblocked writer
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Creation...
*
Wisdom giver
*
Christ anointer
*
Seeker's tincture
*
Pain destroyer
*
Fabric weaver
*
Mindfuck calmer
*
Outer doctor
*
Yogic Inner
*
Brownie taster
*
Three-tiered grinder
*
Carpet rider
*
Caterpillar -
*
Mushroom sitter
*
Giggle starter
*
Opinion parter
*
Makes a believer
*
Arty farter
*
Bigger hearter
*
Unblocked writer
*
Creation...
#God
#spiritual
#marijuana
#healing
#cancer
56 reads
14 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
14th Oct 2019 3:58am
14th Oct 2019 3:58am
My Creepy Valentine
My hands can still
Grab cans, can
Still stuff bowls
Full of cannabis
And smoke it
Until I’m one with
The Joker
I lost so much
Weight, my
Skinny jeans
Are baggy
And that’s just
From swearing
Off beer for
Three months
I replaced it
With spiked
Seltzer
And now I’m
Not getting
Laid at the
Bachelor
Party
I’m having to
Explain corporate
Bills not getting
Paid
Waking up at
7:25am on
Monday
There’s...
Grab cans, can
Still stuff bowls
Full of cannabis
And smoke it
Until I’m one with
The Joker
I lost so much
Weight, my
Skinny jeans
Are baggy
And that’s just
From swearing
Off beer for
Three months
I replaced it
With spiked
Seltzer
And now I’m
Not getting
Laid at the
Bachelor
Party
I’m having to
Explain corporate
Bills not getting
Paid
Waking up at
7:25am on
Monday
There’s...
#sex
#earth
#money
#alcohol
#marijuana
43 reads
3 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 4:28am
13th Oct 2019 4:28am
My way to the highway...
Alcohol is not my drug of choice...
...but…
you're welcome to it…
My way to the highway
...grows like a weed...
gives me all the satisfaction
I need...
Mind you, there's nothing
wrong with a well-made latte
...now and again…
and a shot of whiskey...
...but…
you're welcome to it…
My way to the highway
...grows like a weed...
gives me all the satisfaction
I need...
Mind you, there's nothing
wrong with a well-made latte
...now and again…
and a shot of whiskey...
#alcohol
#marijuana
#coffee
40 reads
4 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
12th Oct 2019 7:10am
12th Oct 2019 7:10am
Hot Wingers
She got high and
I thought I was
Gonna die
I got high and
Thought she was
Gonna wank me
We met in a bar out
In Ashbury
Four shots of
Patron and six
Coronas later
We were poking
Each other’s
Belly buttons and
Laughing our
Asses off
At the kiosk,
Ordering a
Tray of
Chicken
Wings with
Extra ranch
And the Cialis
In your pocket
For an insurance
Policy
Sometimes
Things work
Out, and when
They...
I thought I was
Gonna die
I got high and
Thought she was
Gonna wank me
We met in a bar out
In Ashbury
Four shots of
Patron and six
Coronas later
We were poking
Each other’s
Belly buttons and
Laughing our
Asses off
At the kiosk,
Ordering a
Tray of
Chicken
Wings with
Extra ranch
And the Cialis
In your pocket
For an insurance
Policy
Sometimes
Things work
Out, and when
They...
#sex
#city
#alcohol
#marijuana
#food
54 reads
3 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 6:00am
11th Oct 2019 6:00am
Dim Crew
I blame everyone else,
I don’t blame anyone
But myself
Weeded out when my
Boss calls, jumping out
Of my skin every time
The phone rings
I better get something
Out of what I’m
Paying for
This mastery shit
Doesn’t come
Easy, let me
Tell you
Burnaby was
Another Barn
Burner
I never planned
To go back to
That place
Because I
Didn’t have
Any fond
Memories
Of it
And there was
No way I could
Maintain it after ...
I don’t blame anyone
But myself
Weeded out when my
Boss calls, jumping out
Of my skin every time
The phone rings
I better get something
Out of what I’m
Paying for
This mastery shit
Doesn’t come
Easy, let me
Tell you
Burnaby was
Another Barn
Burner
I never planned
To go back to
That place
Because I
Didn’t have
Any fond
Memories
Of it
And there was
No way I could
Maintain it after ...
#BDSM
#Easter
#marijuana
#astronomy
#PopCulture
58 reads
4 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 1:02am
11th Oct 2019 1:02am
A STONED SPAS VISIONS TALE (9-27-19, while sitting stoned in a 105°, bubbling spa in North Palm Springs, California)
suddenly
there i was
standing
neck deep
right out
in the middle
of a swirling
spinning
luminous
aquamarine
liquid jewels
kaleidoscopic
flowing dream
fluidly rushing
everywhere
around me
yet somehow
freely
upspewing
from somewhere
unknown
unseen
here within
myself as well
in this
my only ...
there i was
standing
neck deep
right out
in the middle
of a swirling
spinning
luminous
aquamarine
liquid jewels
kaleidoscopic
flowing dream
fluidly rushing
everywhere
around me
yet somehow
freely
upspewing
from somewhere
unknown
unseen
here within
myself as well
in this
my only ...
#universe
#stars
#fire
#water
#marijuana
22 reads
0 Comments
Hunterapsych
Poem Published
9th Oct 2019 8:02pm
9th Oct 2019 8:02pm
Within the wonder
We all seem to be
at a stage so strange.
Lost in this universal timeline..
still our minds remain
mesmerized and confused
by the moment to moment mysteriousness of existence..
Never will we
fully understand this experience,
never will we
be able to
put into words
what we really feel
within...
or the various visions
which are with us
from the moment we rise
till the moment we close our eyes..
into the haze of dreams
or we dreamlessly drift
through the darkness..
no direction
no...
at a stage so strange.
Lost in this universal timeline..
still our minds remain
mesmerized and confused
by the moment to moment mysteriousness of existence..
Never will we
fully understand this experience,
never will we
be able to
put into words
what we really feel
within...
or the various visions
which are with us
from the moment we rise
till the moment we close our eyes..
into the haze of dreams
or we dreamlessly drift
through the darkness..
no direction
no...
#universe
#marijuana
#LifeAsAWriter
#humankind
#SelfReflection
27 reads
1 Comment
Hunterapsych
Poem Published
8th Oct 2019 00:20am
8th Oct 2019 00:20am
Eruption of energy
Moving through waves of sound..
transported to
sublime spaces,
mesmerized each moment
diving deeper..
discovering
divine details
undetected before,
unparalleled
unforeseen
powerful
immensely intense,
intriguing you
instantly,
no escaping the
enticing eruption of energy..
never expecting the effect it may have on everything else.
You find yourself
ejected
from this existence
to a dimension not so distant
but definitely undefinable,
no true or right way to
express the emotions...
transported to
sublime spaces,
mesmerized each moment
diving deeper..
discovering
divine details
undetected before,
unparalleled
unforeseen
powerful
immensely intense,
intriguing you
instantly,
no escaping the
enticing eruption of energy..
never expecting the effect it may have on everything else.
You find yourself
ejected
from this existence
to a dimension not so distant
but definitely undefinable,
no true or right way to
express the emotions...
#universe
#music
#marijuana
#humankind
#SelfReflection
32 reads
1 Comment
Honoria
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 2:54am
6th Oct 2019 2:54am
One Part Nature, Three Parts Science
Sitting quietly on the back porch
feet crossed at the ankles, anchored to gently glide the rocking chair.
The only sounds are the tall dry grass swishing against the base of the house,
a distant flock of birds singing as they head south for winter.
I am beholden to the goddess who created this feeling of rest,
supported against the cerulean blue sky
and woven tapestry in varied shades of deep greens,
amidst the tree line
generating the vista across the back field.
Sweet relief contrary to a world shouting all the time from...
feet crossed at the ankles, anchored to gently glide the rocking chair.
The only sounds are the tall dry grass swishing against the base of the house,
a distant flock of birds singing as they head south for winter.
I am beholden to the goddess who created this feeling of rest,
supported against the cerulean blue sky
and woven tapestry in varied shades of deep greens,
amidst the tree line
generating the vista across the back field.
Sweet relief contrary to a world shouting all the time from...
#nature
#spiritual
#alcohol #marijuana
#alcohol #marijuana
47 reads
8 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
1st Oct 2019 3:52pm
1st Oct 2019 3:52pm
ghosts
The ghost
Someone knocked on my bedroom door
I switched the bedside lamp and with rolled
Up TLS opened the door.
Peering into the darkness of the living room
I thought I saw a shadowy figure
On approaching it disappeared
Checked the entrance door all was locked
And put the paper on the table after all it was
Only good to swatting flies.
Well, it was not a thief they do not knock
Before entering, I went back to bed again.
Before going back to sleep, I thought it was
Not an assassin, perhaps a phantom who
Had nowhere to...
Someone knocked on my bedroom door
I switched the bedside lamp and with rolled
Up TLS opened the door.
Peering into the darkness of the living room
I thought I saw a shadowy figure
On approaching it disappeared
Checked the entrance door all was locked
And put the paper on the table after all it was
Only good to swatting flies.
Well, it was not a thief they do not knock
Before entering, I went back to bed again.
Before going back to sleep, I thought it was
Not an assassin, perhaps a phantom who
Had nowhere to...
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin
#marijuana
#addiction
41 reads
3 Comments
GreenDayGirl
Kool Babe
Kool Babe
Poem Published
29th Sep 2019 2:32pm
29th Sep 2019 2:32pm
Appreciate it, Mary-Jane!!
My brain is a non-stop thinking machine.
My body works like an eighty year old in a nursing home.
It hurts.
Not only my body, but my mind and heart as well.
Will my love make him stay?
You're worthless man.
Ugh, I can't move.
Why aren't I in college yet?
I bet when those people were laughing they were laughing at you.
Did I spell my name on the document correctly?
Did I lock my door?
What if I wake up and the one I love doesn't love me?
Fatty fatty fatty fatty!!!!
Why am I so ugly?
I'll never be loved...
My body works like an eighty year old in a nursing home.
It hurts.
Not only my body, but my mind and heart as well.
Will my love make him stay?
You're worthless man.
Ugh, I can't move.
Why aren't I in college yet?
I bet when those people were laughing they were laughing at you.
Did I spell my name on the document correctly?
Did I lock my door?
What if I wake up and the one I love doesn't love me?
Fatty fatty fatty fatty!!!!
Why am I so ugly?
I'll never be loved...
#LifeStruggles
#marijuana
#admiration #healing
#admiration #healing
35 reads
0 Comments
Benzy_420
Poem Published
28th Sep 2019 6:27pm
28th Sep 2019 6:27pm
Mary and Me
Think I found my rhythm in the middle of this muddle
Think I found my wisdom in the trickle of this puddle
Even with my energy good riddance, I hustle
Nothing come to anyone who isn’t in the struggle
I push and push and push until I open the door
I call this place my home and throw my coat on the floor
It’s never quite as cozy as you’d hope to report
But with a bit smoke it’s my utopia boy
Close the curtains, switch the tv on, and lay on the couch
The taste of Mary Jane like chocolate cake to my mouth
Momma always told me don’t you...
Think I found my wisdom in the trickle of this puddle
Even with my energy good riddance, I hustle
Nothing come to anyone who isn’t in the struggle
I push and push and push until I open the door
I call this place my home and throw my coat on the floor
It’s never quite as cozy as you’d hope to report
But with a bit smoke it’s my utopia boy
Close the curtains, switch the tv on, and lay on the couch
The taste of Mary Jane like chocolate cake to my mouth
Momma always told me don’t you...
#trees
#flowers
#nature
#drugs
#marijuana
47 reads
0 Comments
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