Poems About Tobacco Published by Members Recently Online
#tobacco
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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Wisping
The phantom again dances
taking its chances
in the predawn hours
coiling upon itself
Stairstepping ever higher
as if now to conspire
in some wicked plot
some wicked game
For grey is the way
the color of ambiguity
the color of mystery
writing its own history
Leaving plenty of room
for evil to again bloom
in all of its dark beauty
to again reign in the night
As I still strive to write
some pencil thin line
in an attempt to define
that having no clear...
taking its chances
in the predawn hours
coiling upon itself
Stairstepping ever higher
as if now to conspire
in some wicked plot
some wicked game
For grey is the way
the color of ambiguity
the color of mystery
writing its own history
Leaving plenty of room
for evil to again bloom
in all of its dark beauty
to again reign in the night
As I still strive to write
some pencil thin line
in an attempt to define
that having no clear...
#dark
#evil
#night
#tobacco
#confessional
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Wisping
The phantom again dances
taking its chances
in the predawn hours
coiling upon itself
Stairstepping ever higher
as if now to conspire
in some wicked plot
some wicked game
For grey is the way
the color of ambiguity
the color of mystery
writing its own history
Leaving plenty of room
for evil to again bloom
in all of its dark beauty
to again reign in the night
As I still strive to write
some pencil thin line
in an attempt to define
that having no clear...
taking its chances
in the predawn hours
coiling upon itself
Stairstepping ever higher
as if now to conspire
in some wicked plot
some wicked game
For grey is the way
the color of ambiguity
the color of mystery
writing its own history
Leaving plenty of room
for evil to again bloom
in all of its dark beauty
to again reign in the night
As I still strive to write
some pencil thin line
in an attempt to define
that having no clear...
#dark
#evil
#night
#tobacco
#confessional
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3 Comments
Wisping
The phantom again dances
taking its chances
in the predawn hours
coiling upon itself
Stairstepping ever higher
as if now to conspire
in some wicked plot
some wicked game
For grey is the way
the color of ambiguity
the color of mystery
writing its own history
Leaving plenty of room
for evil to again bloom
in all of its dark beauty
to again reign in the night
As I still strive to write
some pencil thin line
in an attempt to define
that having no clear...
taking its chances
in the predawn hours
coiling upon itself
Stairstepping ever higher
as if now to conspire
in some wicked plot
some wicked game
For grey is the way
the color of ambiguity
the color of mystery
writing its own history
Leaving plenty of room
for evil to again bloom
in all of its dark beauty
to again reign in the night
As I still strive to write
some pencil thin line
in an attempt to define
that having no clear...
#dark
#evil
#night
#tobacco
#confessional
24 reads
3 Comments
Wisping
The phantom again dances
taking its chances
in the predawn hours
coiling upon itself
Stairstepping ever higher
as if now to conspire
in some wicked plot
some wicked game
For grey is the way
the color of ambiguity
the color of mystery
writing its own history
Leaving plenty of room
for evil to again bloom
in all of its dark beauty
to again reign in the night
As I still strive to write
some pencil thin line
in an attempt to define
that having no clear...
taking its chances
in the predawn hours
coiling upon itself
Stairstepping ever higher
as if now to conspire
in some wicked plot
some wicked game
For grey is the way
the color of ambiguity
the color of mystery
writing its own history
Leaving plenty of room
for evil to again bloom
in all of its dark beauty
to again reign in the night
As I still strive to write
some pencil thin line
in an attempt to define
that having no clear...
#dark
#evil
#night
#tobacco
#confessional
24 reads
3 Comments
Wisping
The phantom again dances
taking its chances
in the predawn hours
coiling upon itself
Stairstepping ever higher
as if now to conspire
in some wicked plot
some wicked game
For grey is the way
the color of ambiguity
the color of mystery
writing its own history
Leaving plenty of room
for evil to again bloom
in all of its dark beauty
to again reign in the night
As I still strive to write
some pencil thin line
in an attempt to define
that having no clear...
taking its chances
in the predawn hours
coiling upon itself
Stairstepping ever higher
as if now to conspire
in some wicked plot
some wicked game
For grey is the way
the color of ambiguity
the color of mystery
writing its own history
Leaving plenty of room
for evil to again bloom
in all of its dark beauty
to again reign in the night
As I still strive to write
some pencil thin line
in an attempt to define
that having no clear...
#dark
#evil
#night
#tobacco
#confessional
24 reads
3 Comments
DRINKING, SMOKING AND SCREWING (PAST COMP ENTRY)

#sex
#alcohol
#tobacco
#rhyming
#funny
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DRINKING, SMOKING AND SCREWING (PAST COMP ENTRY)

#sex
#alcohol
#tobacco
#rhyming
#funny
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DRINKING, SMOKING AND SCREWING (PAST COMP ENTRY)

#sex
#alcohol
#tobacco
#rhyming
#funny
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DRINKING, SMOKING AND SCREWING (PAST COMP ENTRY)

#sex
#alcohol
#tobacco
#rhyming
#funny
466 reads
0 Comments
DRINKING, SMOKING AND SCREWING (PAST COMP ENTRY)

#sex
#alcohol
#tobacco
#rhyming
#funny
466 reads
0 Comments
It's just an oral fixation Louis
Besides these coffin nails won't hammer themselves
#tobacco
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DU Poetry : Poems About Tobacco Published by Members Recently Online