Poems About Tobacco Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about tobacco seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Her_sunshine
Poem Published
28th Jun 2020 7:55am
28th Jun 2020 7:55am
B.P.D.L.
If I knew what to say or do
Whether to be there or not
Would I be writing this?
I was told I was next in line to lead
Lead a group of forgotten people
To a forgotten place and time
When I grew up
I was the one left alone
I met her
I met her at the wrong place and time
We fell in love or at least
I did
She drug me away
I wish I was kicking and screaming
I merely stared off into the distance
Maladjusted
Whether to be there or not
Would I be writing this?
I was told I was next in line to lead
Lead a group of forgotten people
To a forgotten place and time
When I grew up
I was the one left alone
I met her
I met her at the wrong place and time
We fell in love or at least
I did
She drug me away
I wish I was kicking and screaming
I merely stared off into the distance
Maladjusted
#tobacco
321 reads
1 Comment
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
31st May 2020 1:14am
31st May 2020 1:14am
There's An Alter comin'to the Altar / An Allegory, (or not)
Corona
used to mean a neighborhood in Queen's County, NYC.
Corona
used to be a stogie. You know. Just a ci'gar.
Corona
it's just a bottle Mex beer, f'chri'sakes.
Corona
now means Death, widespread, overwhelming, calling for
desperate measures, world'wide, uni'versal......
Corona
some folks think it's a hoax......Open up them bars!
Corona
let's spend billions of bucks to play wit fckn rockets.
Corona
guess it is Rocket...
used to mean a neighborhood in Queen's County, NYC.
Corona
used to be a stogie. You know. Just a ci'gar.
Corona
it's just a bottle Mex beer, f'chri'sakes.
Corona
now means Death, widespread, overwhelming, calling for
desperate measures, world'wide, uni'versal......
Corona
some folks think it's a hoax......Open up them bars!
Corona
let's spend billions of bucks to play wit fckn rockets.
Corona
guess it is Rocket...
#death
#universe
#moon
#stars
#tobacco
370 reads
4 Comments
MatthewConrad
Poem Published
22nd May 2020 00:02am
22nd May 2020 00:02am
giving up smoking: the ritual
this heart throws itself into an architecture that
once was...
whatever it may have been:
now... a "slacking" off-shoot of a pyramid:
piled up as such... but: a stagnant heap
of rubble...
i have to dare to call it a heart...
a heart will be content with such matters...
a hill of rubble or a glistening pyramid / sun-dail...
but the mind:
if it's a cube... and it is a kabaah...
would the ottoman mind it
being precious... when he sights his envy
of the hagia sophia?
...
once was...
whatever it may have been:
now... a "slacking" off-shoot of a pyramid:
piled up as such... but: a stagnant heap
of rubble...
i have to dare to call it a heart...
a heart will be content with such matters...
a hill of rubble or a glistening pyramid / sun-dail...
but the mind:
if it's a cube... and it is a kabaah...
would the ottoman mind it
being precious... when he sights his envy
of the hagia sophia?
...
#alcohol
#tobacco
438 reads
1 Comment
MatthewConrad
Poem Published
22nd May 2020 00:00am
22nd May 2020 00:00am
two days compounded
yesterday's completion - 2 gratis: 1
yes... cold-turkey for a day...
the one will do it...
i just smoked a second one...
and the "hit" is not as benevolent...
simple arithmetic...
a carton is 200 cigarettes...
that's 200 days...
if i stick to this "pattern"...
no pointless cigarettes...
with coffee first thing in the morning:
on the medical "fast"...
after a grand meal...
cold-turkey throughout the day...
one balanced with a generous
amount of bourbon: surfing
the night-cap...
this could work... ...
yes... cold-turkey for a day...
the one will do it...
i just smoked a second one...
and the "hit" is not as benevolent...
simple arithmetic...
a carton is 200 cigarettes...
that's 200 days...
if i stick to this "pattern"...
no pointless cigarettes...
with coffee first thing in the morning:
on the medical "fast"...
after a grand meal...
cold-turkey throughout the day...
one balanced with a generous
amount of bourbon: surfing
the night-cap...
this could work... ...
#alcohol
#tobacco
437 reads
1 Comment
MatthewConrad
Poem Published
19th May 2020 11:32pm
19th May 2020 11:32pm
how not to quit smoking
how not to quit smoking...
what a cods-wallop!
you can hear the stories of smokers
of a packet a day for 20 years:
perhaps they started in the vein:
of a rebellious teen:
going full cold-turkey and abruptly
quitting -
sometimes relapsing...
personally: i don't want to quit...
that there's a myth of coffee and cigarettes...
last time i checked...
there were the people who would
smoke when drinking alcohol...
the smell and the taste of tobacco...
come to think of it...
it was...
what a cods-wallop!
you can hear the stories of smokers
of a packet a day for 20 years:
perhaps they started in the vein:
of a rebellious teen:
going full cold-turkey and abruptly
quitting -
sometimes relapsing...
personally: i don't want to quit...
that there's a myth of coffee and cigarettes...
last time i checked...
there were the people who would
smoke when drinking alcohol...
the smell and the taste of tobacco...
come to think of it...
it was...
#alcohol
#tobacco
#coffee #freedom
#coffee #freedom
434 reads
1 Comment
MatthewConrad
Poem Published
19th May 2020 11:30pm
19th May 2020 11:30pm
deer hunterß anonymous
i'll make it fucking plain.... and simple... i'll erase the concept of the tetragrammaton... once and for all... what you denote as: cheap-shit... i'll hide those two "who's who" consonants... the vowel catcher and the architecture of laughter: the sigh baron and the laughter prince... чeap-шit... no... no caron? well... no... really: no... "crown"...
woz not payz for ziz... woz best: smear shit...
call if graffiti... golden halfz..
woz not payz for ziz...
tribunal of: "journalistix integrity"...
woz not payz
for zis smear:...
woz not payz for ziz... woz best: smear shit...
call if graffiti... golden halfz..
woz not payz for ziz...
tribunal of: "journalistix integrity"...
woz not payz
for zis smear:...
#alcohol
#tobacco
#StreamOfConsciousness
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0 Comments
MatthewConrad
Poem Published
2nd May 2020 3:33am
2nd May 2020 3:33am
perfecting a cough medicine
it's not that i really have a cough...
my attempt at staging clever...
hannibal lecter and clarice...
backwards and forward...
anagrams...
but no... no alliterations:
fire feeds frivolity and freedom...
there's certainly an F in 'ere...
a spot of 'other: there's a greek in it:
which morphed into: verily vandal prone...
like no: over till it's over:
in the case of: other...
a decent splash of bombai gin...
and a dash of phillips' o' bristol
grenadine cordial...
...
my attempt at staging clever...
hannibal lecter and clarice...
backwards and forward...
anagrams...
but no... no alliterations:
fire feeds frivolity and freedom...
there's certainly an F in 'ere...
a spot of 'other: there's a greek in it:
which morphed into: verily vandal prone...
like no: over till it's over:
in the case of: other...
a decent splash of bombai gin...
and a dash of phillips' o' bristol
grenadine cordial...
...
#alcohol
#tobacco
#StreamOfConsciousness
465 reads
1 Comment
MatthewConrad
Poem Published
27th Apr 2020 1:28am
27th Apr 2020 1:28am
twin-labial pucker up to a bottle of wine
drinking a kalimotxo gives me the blushes...
and if i could... substitute... my dosage of "terrible liar"
vodka... or ms. amber... and i would... gladly...
give my mind and body up to the wine and coca-,
but who's up for...
recycling wine bottles...
and standing in queues... we're talking...
8 x 2 =... 16 units...
your typical bottle of wine
is 9 units... circa...
roughly 2 bottles of wine... per evening sitting...
- clearly someone was busy...
reinventing drinking and...
a "time-machine": ...
and if i could... substitute... my dosage of "terrible liar"
vodka... or ms. amber... and i would... gladly...
give my mind and body up to the wine and coca-,
but who's up for...
recycling wine bottles...
and standing in queues... we're talking...
8 x 2 =... 16 units...
your typical bottle of wine
is 9 units... circa...
roughly 2 bottles of wine... per evening sitting...
- clearly someone was busy...
reinventing drinking and...
a "time-machine": ...
#alcohol
#tobacco
382 reads
1 Comment
Alyssabarletta
Poem Published
21st Mar 2020 2:37am
21st Mar 2020 2:37am
Corona quarantine
Feeling life on the brink of death
Ready for this ship to crash to wreck
Not ready to be at peace for a life lived fully
Ready to die and give up sullenly
For a life lived by its lonely
Is not a life lived fully
Theres no wonder left or quotas to be met
I give up hang my soul to rest
Quarantine is too much for the ill minded
Take away my distractions and im blinded
Blacked out emptied into the void
Tobacco smoke guilting me paranoid
Cancer surrounds me and my dreams cloud with drugs
For there is no place...
Ready for this ship to crash to wreck
Not ready to be at peace for a life lived fully
Ready to die and give up sullenly
For a life lived by its lonely
Is not a life lived fully
Theres no wonder left or quotas to be met
I give up hang my soul to rest
Quarantine is too much for the ill minded
Take away my distractions and im blinded
Blacked out emptied into the void
Tobacco smoke guilting me paranoid
Cancer surrounds me and my dreams cloud with drugs
For there is no place...
#universe
#dark
#death #tobacco
#death #tobacco
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2019 8:51pm
3rd Nov 2019 8:51pm
Lessons in life (Part 2 Smoking kills)
I cut the cricket bat from a plywood sheet,
wrapped tape around its rough handle,
used an old beer crate as a wicket.
The summer had delivered a perfect evening
poised over a memory that set the scene
and started to roll the cameras.
The cliche version would have been
on location in an American suburb,
father and son playing catch on the front lawn
mother filming from the wooden porch
all fit, white teeth and healthy,
sunlight would glisten on the lens.
But this was a concrete back yard with high walls
and a gate...
wrapped tape around its rough handle,
used an old beer crate as a wicket.
The summer had delivered a perfect evening
poised over a memory that set the scene
and started to roll the cameras.
The cliche version would have been
on location in an American suburb,
father and son playing catch on the front lawn
mother filming from the wooden porch
all fit, white teeth and healthy,
sunlight would glisten on the lens.
But this was a concrete back yard with high walls
and a gate...
#LifeStruggles
#tobacco
537 reads
10 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 9:35pm
28th Oct 2019 9:35pm
Too quick for his own good
Idiot opens drivers side door,
puppy jumps into breaking traffic.
puppy jumps into breaking traffic.
#morning
#alcohol
#tobacco
488 reads
0 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
24th Sep 2019 9:02pm
24th Sep 2019 9:02pm
hide away
smoke curling off our lips
cross fading pinky promises
and foolish adult pleasures
tucked away from the world
we escape together
like the carefree drifters
we once longed to be
just for a moment
we're frozen in time
cross fading pinky promises
and foolish adult pleasures
tucked away from the world
we escape together
like the carefree drifters
we once longed to be
just for a moment
we're frozen in time
#love
#peace
#drugs
#marijuana
#tobacco
516 reads
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