Poems About Tobacco Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about tobacco seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
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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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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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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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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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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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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MartenHoyle
Poem Published
9th Nov 2021 5:28pm
9th Nov 2021 5:28pm
(...)
(…)
Tempt me not with thy embers…
Still now my heart remembers
Perfumes such as ambrosia bore:
And the dreadful End told before
By lips too weak to tremble, to hold
The twilight of a tale untold.
Tempt me instead with thy despair,
Such, such is the shadow that I bear:
The presence woven delicately
By what tears we shed secretly
From eyes blinded by the sight
Of the peace we dream by night.
Ask which breath tasted the sweetest
Beyond the reaches of the mist
When we from ashes were built
As of...
Tempt me not with thy embers…
Still now my heart remembers
Perfumes such as ambrosia bore:
And the dreadful End told before
By lips too weak to tremble, to hold
The twilight of a tale untold.
Tempt me instead with thy despair,
Such, such is the shadow that I bear:
The presence woven delicately
By what tears we shed secretly
From eyes blinded by the sight
Of the peace we dream by night.
Ask which breath tasted the sweetest
Beyond the reaches of the mist
When we from ashes were built
As of...
#death
#tobacco
#WritingPoetry #graveyard
#WritingPoetry #graveyard
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MartenHoyle
Poem Published
30th Aug 2021 6:58pm
30th Aug 2021 6:58pm
(...)
(…)
Welcome Death and Sunrise
On all I have never seen,
Save with my slumbering eyes—
Blinded by what lies between
This fragile light and loneliness
Of a vision I yet hold dear;
Breathing in the emptiness
Of what has brought me here.
My seed, it could not grow.
Alas! such a blossom should die.
The petals I never will know,
On autumn breezes passing by.
I feel within the warm disease,
The angels that lay beside
The forms that no man sees,
That in my heart reside.
This cloud of smoke and death...
Welcome Death and Sunrise
On all I have never seen,
Save with my slumbering eyes—
Blinded by what lies between
This fragile light and loneliness
Of a vision I yet hold dear;
Breathing in the emptiness
Of what has brought me here.
My seed, it could not grow.
Alas! such a blossom should die.
The petals I never will know,
On autumn breezes passing by.
I feel within the warm disease,
The angels that lay beside
The forms that no man sees,
That in my heart reside.
This cloud of smoke and death...
#death
#tobacco
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Aug 2021 9:50pm
1st Aug 2021 9:50pm
Mid July-Oct 2012 (conclusion)
I never smoked again.
However, as the summer of 2012 slipped into autumn, I faced two new problems: a chronic mouth infection caused by the mouth reacting to the absence of cigarettes, and strong, almost uncontrollable, urges to buy a pack of cigarettes, smoke all the cigarettes in a day, and then quit again in the morning.
The dentist dealt with the first problem by prescribing an antibacterial mouthwash. But only I could deal with the second. Thankfully, I didn’t gave in to temptation, no matter how powerful.
Facebook post 15 Oct 12: had a special lung...
However, as the summer of 2012 slipped into autumn, I faced two new problems: a chronic mouth infection caused by the mouth reacting to the absence of cigarettes, and strong, almost uncontrollable, urges to buy a pack of cigarettes, smoke all the cigarettes in a day, and then quit again in the morning.
The dentist dealt with the first problem by prescribing an antibacterial mouthwash. But only I could deal with the second. Thankfully, I didn’t gave in to temptation, no matter how powerful.
Facebook post 15 Oct 12: had a special lung...
#tobacco
#addiction
#determination
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
30th Jul 2021 9:16pm
30th Jul 2021 9:16pm
Eden Gained And Lost (July 12)
Fylde, Lancashire; tree paved streets resembling a London suburb, but situated by the Irish Sea, not the Thames.
Fylde, Lancashire: a place of memories
Friday 17 August 2012
I arrive after a long train journey that includes a wait at Preston. I think the Government have banned smoking in public places, but I definitely detected cigarette smoke while I waited for my connecting train and I moved away from the source of the smell, keen to avoid triggers.
I step off the train, into a tiny station that has only one rail track. Out in the...
Fylde, Lancashire: a place of memories
Friday 17 August 2012
I arrive after a long train journey that includes a wait at Preston. I think the Government have banned smoking in public places, but I definitely detected cigarette smoke while I waited for my connecting train and I moved away from the source of the smell, keen to avoid triggers.
I step off the train, into a tiny station that has only one rail track. Out in the...
#childhood
#tobacco
#memories
#addiction
#determination
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mantisdeer
Cait
Cait
Poem Published
28th Jul 2021 9:33pm
28th Jul 2021 9:33pm
Grave Sight
I'm so hazy,
these things didn't use to phase me.
My throat is closing,
macro dosing
on spineless dope user
friendly inner faces rotting
for the last fifty years.
Dead alive, cancer dotting
busted capillaries
in wilted aviaries.
Too far gone to medically alleviate
the sunken palate.
these things didn't use to phase me.
My throat is closing,
macro dosing
on spineless dope user
friendly inner faces rotting
for the last fifty years.
Dead alive, cancer dotting
busted capillaries
in wilted aviaries.
Too far gone to medically alleviate
the sunken palate.
#tobacco
#suffering
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