Poems About Marijuana Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about marijuana seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Amsterdamn..!

#alcohol
#marijuana
#coffee
#travel
#temptation
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3 Comments
Left to my own devices.

#sex
#marijuana
#SelfDiscovery #orgasm
#SelfDiscovery #orgasm
79 reads
1 Comment
11 Inches Of Legal LAW

#love
#sex
#God
#money
#marijuana
174 reads
0 Comments
Stoned At Starbucks!
I found myself stoned -
Stoned in Starbucks, actually.
The queue was long, it helped!
Was there any place finer to be,
Any state better to be in,
As I gently sipped my freshly ground -
NOT FOUND ON THE GROUND, coffee?!!
Remember...
Don't leave the house 'til you're totally stoned,
As today could potentially be your last -
And if you get through, it'll still be a blast!
Just roll with it cos you'll gather no moss,
No, NOT Kate Moss -
Always preferred Taylor Swift anyway!
Come join me in long conversation, ...
Stoned in Starbucks, actually.
The queue was long, it helped!
Was there any place finer to be,
Any state better to be in,
As I gently sipped my freshly ground -
NOT FOUND ON THE GROUND, coffee?!!
Remember...
Don't leave the house 'til you're totally stoned,
As today could potentially be your last -
And if you get through, it'll still be a blast!
Just roll with it cos you'll gather no moss,
No, NOT Kate Moss -
Always preferred Taylor Swift anyway!
Come join me in long conversation, ...
#love
#courage
#drugs
#marijuana
#SelfDiscovery
460 reads
11 Comments
The resin ring around my joint
She, beholden to no man
Operates without restraint for border
nor written law
Companion for human traveller
Transverser of higher dimensions
For the caretakers, whom choose to listen
Her ways are that of, mother , teacher, healer
Operates without restraint for border
nor written law
Companion for human traveller
Transverser of higher dimensions
For the caretakers, whom choose to listen
Her ways are that of, mother , teacher, healer
#earth
#marijuana
#healing
422 reads
1 Comment
JOINT EFFORT
Your weaver’s fingers
Too sensitive for this
Move aside for my
Tortilla-flipping tips
As you inhale
...Kissed
Too sensitive for this
Move aside for my
Tortilla-flipping tips
As you inhale
...Kissed
#marijuana
#sensual
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Hope That My Mom And Dad Don't Catch Me
I really do
hope that my mom and dad don't
catch me wearing this
type of bikini at the
beach. You know what would happen.
I would have no choice
but to be grounded for the
rest of my life just
like Todd. Dad caught him smoking
weed with some of his school chums.
hope that my mom and dad don't
catch me wearing this
type of bikini at the
beach. You know what would happen.
I would have no choice
but to be grounded for the
rest of my life just
like Todd. Dad caught him smoking
weed with some of his school chums.
#summer
#marijuana
#fiction
#dialogue
#tanka
271 reads
6 Comments
Drink my blood... Again...
You are my red-hot vein, pierced through and through,
Subduing me in your voluptuous sins
You are the ban of the great bloody bunch,
You are my impudent and violent exciting fear
You are a drug running through closed veins,
You are the line beyond which I fall up
And in flight, I will wear wings with you,
And over the abyss I will soar like a bat
You tied my thoughts, stole my flesh,
Drank the blood, you give an unthinkable high
And managed to inject me into a storm with silence,
Begins to break my heart without a dose ...
Subduing me in your voluptuous sins
You are the ban of the great bloody bunch,
You are my impudent and violent exciting fear
You are a drug running through closed veins,
You are the line beyond which I fall up
And in flight, I will wear wings with you,
And over the abyss I will soar like a bat
You tied my thoughts, stole my flesh,
Drank the blood, you give an unthinkable high
And managed to inject me into a storm with silence,
Begins to break my heart without a dose ...
#marijuana
#vampires
#addiction
494 reads
28 Comments
Secondhand Smoke
Breathe. Swallow. Drown.
Now you’re lost where no one
Will come down
Down to find you in the deep
In the dark
Of secondhand smoke
Where lips curl
Dissatisfied
And the snarl
Provokes the night
To leave
But you’re still down there
At the bottom of the shallows
Hungrily searching for something
Anything
Except the secondhand smoke
That fills you up
From the inside out
It goes in smooth
And comes out jagged
Taking with it pieces
Of the pink flesh
Of your lungs
So when others borrow...
Now you’re lost where no one
Will come down
Down to find you in the deep
In the dark
Of secondhand smoke
Where lips curl
Dissatisfied
And the snarl
Provokes the night
To leave
But you’re still down there
At the bottom of the shallows
Hungrily searching for something
Anything
Except the secondhand smoke
That fills you up
From the inside out
It goes in smooth
And comes out jagged
Taking with it pieces
Of the pink flesh
Of your lungs
So when others borrow...
#city
#marijuana
#tobacco
#dirty
#FeelingTrapped
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1 Comment
Abnormal Galaxy
Do the galaxies ever rip themselves to pieces?
Break themselves apart?
Do they worry they spread too far?
Do they spin when they don’t want to burn anymore?
Or is this one different?
This one floods itself.
A whirlpool,
Watch it spiral.
It slowly mixes in tabs
And an earthy ounce of denial.
But do the others adore what they were dealt?
Do the others not try to weld their bones
Like metal
Wrapped in felt?
Is this one just so broken
From worsening inner health?
Break themselves apart?
Do they worry they spread too far?
Do they spin when they don’t want to burn anymore?
Or is this one different?
This one floods itself.
A whirlpool,
Watch it spiral.
It slowly mixes in tabs
And an earthy ounce of denial.
But do the others adore what they were dealt?
Do the others not try to weld their bones
Like metal
Wrapped in felt?
Is this one just so broken
From worsening inner health?
#alcohol
#drugs
#marijuana
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0 Comments
FLOWER POWER
Burn one down with me
A country?
No
A building?
No
An ethos?
No
A flower
Just a flower
Burn one down with me
A country?
No
A building?
No
An ethos?
No
A flower
Just a flower
Burn one down with me
#flowers
#fire
#marijuana
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0 Comments
6:15 AM
Sitting on the floor of the bathroom
trying to get high, the fucking lighter dies!
That's a slap in my face by the fates
who say I can't have anything.
Not even a simple moment of peace.
trying to get high, the fucking lighter dies!
That's a slap in my face by the fates
who say I can't have anything.
Not even a simple moment of peace.
#peace
#marijuana
#unicorns
372 reads
4 Comments
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