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.
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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5 Comments
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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2 Comments
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
336 reads
2 Comments
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
569 reads
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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
478 reads
3 Comments
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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4 Comments
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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4 Comments
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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3 Comments
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