Poems About Tobacco Published by Members Recently Online
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
14th Apr 2023 7:52pm
14th Apr 2023 7:52pm
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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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
14th Apr 2023 7:52pm
14th Apr 2023 7:52pm
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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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
14th Apr 2023 7:52pm
14th Apr 2023 7:52pm
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
287 reads
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
14th Apr 2023 7:52pm
14th Apr 2023 7:52pm
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
287 reads
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
14th Apr 2023 7:52pm
14th Apr 2023 7:52pm
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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Cipher_O
Poem Published
15th Jun 2021 11:09am
15th Jun 2021 11:09am
Lights in the Sky
. *. *
#alcohol
#marijuana
#tobacco
#heaven
#hell
847 reads
2 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
15th Jun 2021 11:09am
15th Jun 2021 11:09am
Lights in the Sky
. *. *
#alcohol
#marijuana
#tobacco
#heaven
#hell
847 reads
2 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
15th Jun 2021 11:09am
15th Jun 2021 11:09am
Lights in the Sky
. *. *
#alcohol
#marijuana
#tobacco
#heaven
#hell
847 reads
2 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
15th Jun 2021 11:09am
15th Jun 2021 11:09am
Lights in the Sky
. *. *
#alcohol
#marijuana
#tobacco
#heaven
#hell
847 reads
2 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
15th Jun 2021 11:09am
15th Jun 2021 11:09am
Lights in the Sky
. *. *
#alcohol
#marijuana
#tobacco
#heaven
#hell
847 reads
2 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
12th Oct 2021 8:04am
12th Oct 2021 8:04am
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
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
12th Oct 2021 8:04am
12th Oct 2021 8:04am
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
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