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.
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 00:28am
13th Jan 2025 00:28am
a twenty a day man
he lit a cigarette
you said you don’t smoke anymore
I don’t,
still the same
you said you don’t smoke anymore
I don’t,
still the same
#tobacco
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3 Comments
buckaduck
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 12:34pm
11th Jan 2025 12:34pm
Nicotine
The hush it drapes upon a weary mind
It calms the storms that swirl behind each thought,
If only I remain within this time,
The hush it drapes upon a weary mind
The taste of night exhales the broken day
With each and every promise, sighs relent,
In dimmest pause, a fragile silence stay,
The taste of night exhales the broken day
We float along the hush that drifts between
Where haunted sorrows never weigh our breath,
The spirits always present, seldom seen,
We float along the hush that drifts between
It calms the storms that swirl behind each thought,
If only I remain within this time,
The hush it drapes upon a weary mind
The taste of night exhales the broken day
With each and every promise, sighs relent,
In dimmest pause, a fragile silence stay,
The taste of night exhales the broken day
We float along the hush that drifts between
Where haunted sorrows never weigh our breath,
The spirits always present, seldom seen,
We float along the hush that drifts between
#tobacco
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1 Comment
randyjohnson
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 4:48pm
1st Jan 2025 4:48pm
Smoke-Free For One Year
There's one thing that's perfectly clear.
I have been smoke-free for one year.
The last cigarette that I smoked was in 2023 at 11:45 PM on New Year's Eve.
I stopped smoking and you can quit even though it may be hard to believe.
Please let it be your New Year's resolution to stop smoking.
I was able to kick the habit and so can you and I'm not joking.
I have been smoke-free for one year.
The last cigarette that I smoked was in 2023 at 11:45 PM on New Year's Eve.
I stopped smoking and you can quit even though it may be hard to believe.
Please let it be your New Year's resolution to stop smoking.
I was able to kick the habit and so can you and I'm not joking.
#addiction
#nonfiction
#tobacco
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mingomingus
SamTheSlam
SamTheSlam
Poem Published
14th Sep 2024 1:35am
14th Sep 2024 1:35am
Subtle Suicide
I'm getting really good at destroying myself
But there is always room for improvement
Swore off drugs and alcohol
So I have to get creative now
Guess you can call this the long game
Spending a fortune on Lucky Strikes
Hoping to never run out
Of luck, that is...
As if there were anything lucky about cigarettes
Use to smoke 38 Specials
Liked the cruel irony
Of puffing little cigars
Imagining the gun in my mouth
And the band in my ears
But they were too hard to come by
In case I ever left town
Plus they...
But there is always room for improvement
Swore off drugs and alcohol
So I have to get creative now
Guess you can call this the long game
Spending a fortune on Lucky Strikes
Hoping to never run out
Of luck, that is...
As if there were anything lucky about cigarettes
Use to smoke 38 Specials
Liked the cruel irony
Of puffing little cigars
Imagining the gun in my mouth
And the band in my ears
But they were too hard to come by
In case I ever left town
Plus they...
#tobacco
161 reads
1 Comment
Drieks
Poem Published
1st May 2024 00:14am
1st May 2024 00:14am
House of Addiction
Starting my day half way through.
Mornings are alien to me whilst
common as fuck to you.
Descending the stairs I smell my hate fuel.
Reminding me time after time what I lost...
..her.
Not you.
Not yet anyway.
Paving the road though.
Paving it just like the smoke paves your lungs.
No...
Please stop.
You'll stop eventually, right?
The smoking gets alternated with drinking at night...
Drops 'n fumes, drops 'n fumes.
Every day.
Every fucking day.
I try to ignore it. ...
Mornings are alien to me whilst
common as fuck to you.
Descending the stairs I smell my hate fuel.
Reminding me time after time what I lost...
..her.
Not you.
Not yet anyway.
Paving the road though.
Paving it just like the smoke paves your lungs.
No...
Please stop.
You'll stop eventually, right?
The smoking gets alternated with drinking at night...
Drops 'n fumes, drops 'n fumes.
Every day.
Every fucking day.
I try to ignore it. ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#death
#illness
#tobacco
274 reads
2 Comments
Josiah
Poem Published
29th Apr 2024 3:47am
29th Apr 2024 3:47am
Firewatch
Distant smoke rising
There will be no sleep tonight
I take my last drag
There will be no sleep tonight
I take my last drag
#fire
#job
#tobacco
135 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 00:40am
7th Apr 2024 00:40am
Red River Willie
Red River Willie
Red River blues
sung by bearded prophet
of western visions
whose cigarette voice
rolls with muddy water
on course for father of waters
while soothsayer of song
plays the harmonica
for crickets chirping
on the banks by the railroad tracks
where old men dream
of days sifted into silt
where the whippoorwill fades
in a dusky hollow
© 2024 by John Hindle
Red River blues
sung by bearded prophet
of western visions
whose cigarette voice
rolls with muddy water
on course for father of waters
while soothsayer of song
plays the harmonica
for crickets chirping
on the banks by the railroad tracks
where old men dream
of days sifted into silt
where the whippoorwill fades
in a dusky hollow
© 2024 by John Hindle
#countryside
#river
#music #tobacco
#music #tobacco
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Heisenberg68
Poem Published
29th Mar 2024 3:52am
29th Mar 2024 3:52am
Smoke Filled Rooms
Beneath the chandelier’s contemplative glow,
In the library of silence, where smoke ribbons flow.
The cigar, a master artist with a scented brush,
Paints serenity’s portrait in a hushed, golden hush.
The week’s heavy cloak falls to the floor,
As the candles gentle fire whispers of lore.
Laughter’s echo is a phantom in the smoke’s soft wreathe,
Weaving a tapestry of solace on a tranquil loom beneath.
Enshrouded in smoke, where solace is spun,
The cigar’s whispered wisdom has only begun.
Each breath, a deeper descent into serenity’s...
In the library of silence, where smoke ribbons flow.
The cigar, a master artist with a scented brush,
Paints serenity’s portrait in a hushed, golden hush.
The week’s heavy cloak falls to the floor,
As the candles gentle fire whispers of lore.
Laughter’s echo is a phantom in the smoke’s soft wreathe,
Weaving a tapestry of solace on a tranquil loom beneath.
Enshrouded in smoke, where solace is spun,
The cigar’s whispered wisdom has only begun.
Each breath, a deeper descent into serenity’s...
#tobacco
#philosophical
#sensual
249 reads
2 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
9th Dec 2023 1:44pm
9th Dec 2023 1:44pm
Diary entry - Smoking
Diary entry for Dec. 9, 2023
I can feel my baby growing inside me. She’s a constant reminder of the incredible journey I'm on. Joseph and I spent a quiet evening together, just enjoying each other's company. The love we share is so profound, and I find myself grateful for it every day.
I stopped smoking for the sake of my baby, and I know it was the right thing to do. Still, there are moments, especially after making love to Joseph, where I long for the comfort of a single cigarette. It's like a ghost from my past, whispering in my ear, tempting me to indulge just this once....
I can feel my baby growing inside me. She’s a constant reminder of the incredible journey I'm on. Joseph and I spent a quiet evening together, just enjoying each other's company. The love we share is so profound, and I find myself grateful for it every day.
I stopped smoking for the sake of my baby, and I know it was the right thing to do. Still, there are moments, especially after making love to Joseph, where I long for the comfort of a single cigarette. It's like a ghost from my past, whispering in my ear, tempting me to indulge just this once....
#love
#drugs
#tobacco
#addiction
#pregnancy
271 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
5th Dec 2023 00:43am
5th Dec 2023 00:43am
Tobacco edit
I wear tobacco on my skin like a bruise,
blood pooling in rivulets just beneath
translucent flesh, it sings,
less painful with time,
within congregations of smoke,
of her a decade ago, him a mere year,
it seals these doorways
with a glaze that forms between the shatterings.
She is
an egg amongst soldiers,
the nucleus pouring down the sides,
she is the waste,
the best bit.
I wear nicotine as a cloud,
holding in then belatedly exhaling rain.
or perhaps a scarf,
one to hide the truth
barely hidden behind the...
blood pooling in rivulets just beneath
translucent flesh, it sings,
less painful with time,
within congregations of smoke,
of her a decade ago, him a mere year,
it seals these doorways
with a glaze that forms between the shatterings.
She is
an egg amongst soldiers,
the nucleus pouring down the sides,
she is the waste,
the best bit.
I wear nicotine as a cloud,
holding in then belatedly exhaling rain.
or perhaps a scarf,
one to hide the truth
barely hidden behind the...
#home
#tobacco
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1 Comment
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2023 9:41am
2nd Nov 2023 9:41am
Addiction
The vice crawls across a table,
finds a crack in a wood-silled window,
pauses, waits, catches flies.
We've all got one, or five,
though there's something kindred
in the ones that are inevitably self-defeating.
The ones that collapse in on themselves,
like a root after Autumnal hollowing.
I watch my Grandmother along the North Sea
eat her wars into an oblivion,
suck the fingers of those who bruised her,
bury the heart so deeply,
no one could find it's wings,
so pressures become physical rather than mental,
for...
finds a crack in a wood-silled window,
pauses, waits, catches flies.
We've all got one, or five,
though there's something kindred
in the ones that are inevitably self-defeating.
The ones that collapse in on themselves,
like a root after Autumnal hollowing.
I watch my Grandmother along the North Sea
eat her wars into an oblivion,
suck the fingers of those who bruised her,
bury the heart so deeply,
no one could find it's wings,
so pressures become physical rather than mental,
for...
#books
#tobacco
#food #addiction
#food #addiction
258 reads
3 Comments
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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