Poems About Marijuana Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about marijuana seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
JOINT EFFORT
The burn gets close
With softly whispered
Hiss
Your weaver’s hands
Too sensitive
For this
They move aside
For my tortilla-flipping
Tips
As you inhale—
My fingers
They are kissed
With softly whispered
Hiss
Your weaver’s hands
Too sensitive
For this
They move aside
For my tortilla-flipping
Tips
As you inhale—
My fingers
They are 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
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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
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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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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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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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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
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HIGH
I don't
Do high well
With her.
With you,
I do.
Do high well
With her.
With you,
I do.
#relationships
#marijuana
#lover
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Nobody Looks Up
In the middle of an apocalypse
you'll find me in a big pine tree
relaxing with a joint and an
old magazine.
I'll remain unseen,
like the words in this
poem on my cracked
cell phone screen.
Soon to be obsolete.
I love Evergreens.
you'll find me in a big pine tree
relaxing with a joint and an
old magazine.
I'll remain unseen,
like the words in this
poem on my cracked
cell phone screen.
Soon to be obsolete.
I love Evergreens.
#trees
#marijuana
#apocalypse
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5 Comments
INTERRUPTED FLOW OF THE LOWEST DREAMING STONE (Thurs., Aug. 12th, 2021, 8:42am, Palm Springs, California)
quietly
slipped away
again
adrift
in dreamlands
mysteriously morphing
boundless
fluid realms
until i
suddenly became
aware
id been
vaporously dispensed
into
the lingering
sapphire mists
here in
the subliminal
inner dimensional
world
of three
hot noggins
not
while simultaneously
all caught
up
in yet
another parallel
inner worlds
similar
lingering ...
slipped away
again
adrift
in dreamlands
mysteriously morphing
boundless
fluid realms
until i
suddenly became
aware
id been
vaporously dispensed
into
the lingering
sapphire mists
here in
the subliminal
inner dimensional
world
of three
hot noggins
not
while simultaneously
all caught
up
in yet
another parallel
inner worlds
similar
lingering ...
#dreams
#night
#marijuana
#sleep
#mythology
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3 Comments
Demons in the Smoke
The dust settles. The air warms. Spiders spin their webs. No one is there. Darkness hides. Darkness deceives. Darkness is within. Waiting...” - Minette Walters
Clicking the mostly plastic lighter
Heat from the small flame seeping into my chilled skin
The crackle of the devils lettuce filling my lungs with its catatonic smoke
Holding it inside my lugs letting some of it settle into my blood as if its dust
Relaxing smoke becoming spiders creating suffocating cocoons around my agonizing demons
Inhale… hold it until it's kicking to escape… fall in...
Clicking the mostly plastic lighter
Heat from the small flame seeping into my chilled skin
The crackle of the devils lettuce filling my lungs with its catatonic smoke
Holding it inside my lugs letting some of it settle into my blood as if its dust
Relaxing smoke becoming spiders creating suffocating cocoons around my agonizing demons
Inhale… hold it until it's kicking to escape… fall in...
#LifeStruggles
#marijuana
#emotions #weakness
#emotions #weakness
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2 Comments
chillum hype
a rhymed, mirrored octet
a l l
natural
o r g a n i c
m a r i j u a n a:
through the chillum pipe,
lift me to highest h e i g h t s,
where bright streets of burnished gold
my wing-tipped feet lend ceaseless flight.
stars shine without the trace o f night;
w o r d s i hear are yet u n t o l d.
darkness gives sovereign rites
to m y fiction h y p e
prima donna,
sarcastic,
v i r a l
fall.
© Copyright 2021 May 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
a l l
natural
o r g a n i c
m a r i j u a n a:
through the chillum pipe,
lift me to highest h e i g h t s,
where bright streets of burnished gold
my wing-tipped feet lend ceaseless flight.
stars shine without the trace o f night;
w o r d s i hear are yet u n t o l d.
darkness gives sovereign rites
to m y fiction h y p e
prima donna,
sarcastic,
v i r a l
fall.
© Copyright 2021 May 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#dreams
#marijuana
#addiction
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