Poems about Smoking Tobacco
#tobacco
Poems about smoking tobacco cigarettes and cigars. Poetry about addiction to nicotine and battling to give up cigarettes. Also atmospheric and nostalgic poems about smoking.
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
27th Aug 2023 2:04pm
27th Aug 2023 2:04pm
Tobacco
I wear tobacco on my skin like a bruise,
blood pooling in rivulets just beneath
translucent flesh, it sings
in it's gatherings of smoke,
of the her a decade ago, him a year,
it seals the doorways with a glaze
lives in the shatterings
as if an egg before her soldiers,
the oozing center pouring down the sides,
it's a waste.
I wear nicotine heavy as a cloud,
holding in then silently exhaling her rain.
I wear tobacco as a veil
one to hide the eyes
and when it's no longer holding,
prevailing over islands so violently green...
blood pooling in rivulets just beneath
translucent flesh, it sings
in it's gatherings of smoke,
of the her a decade ago, him a year,
it seals the doorways with a glaze
lives in the shatterings
as if an egg before her soldiers,
the oozing center pouring down the sides,
it's a waste.
I wear nicotine heavy as a cloud,
holding in then silently exhaling her rain.
I wear tobacco as a veil
one to hide the eyes
and when it's no longer holding,
prevailing over islands so violently green...
#home
#tobacco
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DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
4th Jul 2023 7:42am
4th Jul 2023 7:42am
Still Here/Here Still
Here I write, just to write
Nothing particular to mind
Sitting in the beginning of night
Yet it's been far too long
Here I sit, as not stand
Off my feet, into my hands
Continuing with nothing planned
Silence sings her song
I have been
Far too gone
I must be
Often wrong
One more time
Then I'm gone
Again
Once upon
On the cross
We need the wood
Now get lost
Termite dust
Worm rot
Begins
Here I am, just to be
No set stanza
No flow too free
Here I...
Nothing particular to mind
Sitting in the beginning of night
Yet it's been far too long
Here I sit, as not stand
Off my feet, into my hands
Continuing with nothing planned
Silence sings her song
I have been
Far too gone
I must be
Often wrong
One more time
Then I'm gone
Again
Once upon
On the cross
We need the wood
Now get lost
Termite dust
Worm rot
Begins
Here I am, just to be
No set stanza
No flow too free
Here I...
#tobacco
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
6th May 2023 7:38pm
6th May 2023 7:38pm
Cigarettes VS. Smokeless Tobacco
I've heard certain people say that smokeless tobacco is just as dangerous as cigarettes. That isn't true and I'll give you two reasons why. 1. I heard on the news that 10,000 people die every year from second hand smoke. Smokeless tobacco doesn't do that. Smokeless tobacco only hurts people who use it and nobody else. 2. Sometimes people fall asleep while smoking and start fires and get themselves killed. Smokeless tobacco can't do that either.
If every smoker were to switch to smokeless tobacco, it would save ten thousand lives every year. In a decade, it would save a hundred...
If every smoker were to switch to smokeless tobacco, it would save ten thousand lives every year. In a decade, it would save a hundred...
#tobacco
#nonfiction
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
14th Apr 2023 7:52pm
14th Apr 2023 7:52pm
Pawdy
Chapter 1
Fortnight
When Pawdy was a young man, he once worked at a construction site as a labourer in Portland. His job was to mix the mortar and carry concrete blocks in a wheelbarrow. That was hard work, especially since he had to work in the broiling sun. The foreman was a wicked person; he did not pay the workers on time. Moreover, he would give them partial payment and tell them that he owes them the balance. Every payday he would go to a bar with the workers’ money in his briefcase and drink rum all evening. The workmen had to wait until nightfall to be paid....
Fortnight
When Pawdy was a young man, he once worked at a construction site as a labourer in Portland. His job was to mix the mortar and carry concrete blocks in a wheelbarrow. That was hard work, especially since he had to work in the broiling sun. The foreman was a wicked person; he did not pay the workers on time. Moreover, he would give them partial payment and tell them that he owes them the balance. Every payday he would go to a bar with the workers’ money in his briefcase and drink rum all evening. The workmen had to wait until nightfall to be paid....
#death
#money
#alcohol
#tobacco
#job
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oskar
Poem Published
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
guerilla warfare
Guerrilla war in the Athens
Athens a confusing in August, what with the heat and pollution, I had spent the night sitting
on a park bench, looking at a white wall lit by moonlight, waiting for a movie, any movie
forenoon staggered into a church and joined a queue; a priest was handing out paper bags of sweet cakes, but the old lady behind got none since she had been in the line three times. I ate a cake and gave the rest to the lady. Grateful, she ate the cakes, blew up the paper bag, hit it against a tree, and we were surrounded by an anti-terrorist squad. ...
Athens a confusing in August, what with the heat and pollution, I had spent the night sitting
on a park bench, looking at a white wall lit by moonlight, waiting for a movie, any movie
forenoon staggered into a church and joined a queue; a priest was handing out paper bags of sweet cakes, but the old lady behind got none since she had been in the line three times. I ate a cake and gave the rest to the lady. Grateful, she ate the cakes, blew up the paper bag, hit it against a tree, and we were surrounded by an anti-terrorist squad. ...
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin
#tobacco
#addiction
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
12th Mar 2023 10:11pm
12th Mar 2023 10:11pm
Mornin Cigar
Verse 1
Morning rain keeps me in bed
Last nights beer is banging my head
I need to get up and shake leg
My mind is blank I forget what I said
I reach out for my cigarettes
And that first smoke is as good as it gets
Chorus
Black Coffee and Nicotine
There’s something missing in my bloodstream
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Is all I need, Is all I need
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Roll me over and let me dream
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Is all I need, Is all I need
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Roll...
Morning rain keeps me in bed
Last nights beer is banging my head
I need to get up and shake leg
My mind is blank I forget what I said
I reach out for my cigarettes
And that first smoke is as good as it gets
Chorus
Black Coffee and Nicotine
There’s something missing in my bloodstream
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Is all I need, Is all I need
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Roll me over and let me dream
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Is all I need, Is all I need
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Roll...
#tobacco
#coffee
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
7th Feb 2023 12:26pm
7th Feb 2023 12:26pm
To flinch
I wrote a love poem
Then I flinched
I dreamt for the right one for a brief moment
Then got alarmed
No it is coffee and cigarettes
That is how you have lived for the rest of your life girl
That is your dream life.
So yes coffee and cigarettes
And ashtray butts of course.
Then I flinched
I dreamt for the right one for a brief moment
Then got alarmed
No it is coffee and cigarettes
That is how you have lived for the rest of your life girl
That is your dream life.
So yes coffee and cigarettes
And ashtray butts of course.
#tobacco
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Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2022 00:16am
3rd Jun 2022 00:16am
It's just an oral fixation Louis
Besides these coffin nails won't hammer themselves
#tobacco
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
20th May 2022 00:26am
20th May 2022 00:26am
such a common place addiction
really cut down on the cigarettes,
I freely admit I haven’t felt able to give them up
entirely my fault,
of course
one regrets ..
I freely admit I haven’t felt able to give them up
entirely my fault,
of course
one regrets ..
#tobacco
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DreamIllusions
Poem Published
19th May 2022 11:14pm
19th May 2022 11:14pm
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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randyjohnson
Poem Published
27th Mar 2022 4:00pm
27th Mar 2022 4:00pm
Smoking And Falling Asleep
It was something that she couldn't live to regret.
She died in a fire that was caused by a cigarette.
She was smoking in the dark while she was in bed.
She fell asleep and the fire started and she's dead.
It's particularly sad because she was only twenty-five.
The firefighters fought the fire but she didn't survive.
That lady's body was covered with third degree burns.
This should teach a lesson that needs to be learned.
While you're lying in bed, you should never smoke.
You might die as well and what I'm saying is no joke.
Anna Karen also...
She died in a fire that was caused by a cigarette.
She was smoking in the dark while she was in bed.
She fell asleep and the fire started and she's dead.
It's particularly sad because she was only twenty-five.
The firefighters fought the fire but she didn't survive.
That lady's body was covered with third degree burns.
This should teach a lesson that needs to be learned.
While you're lying in bed, you should never smoke.
You might die as well and what I'm saying is no joke.
Anna Karen also...
#sadness
#death
#fire
#tobacco
#tragedy
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MartenHoyle
Poem Published
9th Feb 2022 12:32pm
9th Feb 2022 12:32pm
The End of Vice (A Song of Cigarettes)
The End of Vice”
(A Song of Cigarettes)
Tell me I’m the mist, and I am starving
While you, in your shadows, are carving
The earth that shall be my final resting place—
I am in those shadows; I am passing
Hoping for a glance of your dying face.
Coughing the bile and blackest smoke—
Such a shade as this shall be my cloak.
What will you wear for the final breath,
That last remark of the heaving stroke?
Ah! What will you wear upon my death?
Pain! Taste of my flesh. Taste my sympathy
I am at your mercy. So, tell me...
(A Song of Cigarettes)
Tell me I’m the mist, and I am starving
While you, in your shadows, are carving
The earth that shall be my final resting place—
I am in those shadows; I am passing
Hoping for a glance of your dying face.
Coughing the bile and blackest smoke—
Such a shade as this shall be my cloak.
What will you wear for the final breath,
That last remark of the heaving stroke?
Ah! What will you wear upon my death?
Pain! Taste of my flesh. Taste my sympathy
I am at your mercy. So, tell me...
#death
#suicide
#tobacco
#addiction
#graveyard
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