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.
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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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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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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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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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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It's just an oral fixation Louis
Besides these coffin nails won't hammer themselves
#tobacco
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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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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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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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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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(...)
(…)
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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(...)
(…)
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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DU Poetry : Poems about Smoking Tobacco