Poems About Tobacco Published by Members Recently Online
#tobacco
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 00:40am
7th Apr 2024 00:40am
Red River Willie
Red River Willie
Red River blues
sung by bearded prophet
of western visions
whose cigarette voice
rolls with muddy water
on course for father of waters
while soothsayer of song
plays the harmonica
for crickets chirping
on the banks by the railroad tracks
where old men dream
of days sifted into silt
where the whippoorwill fades
in a dusky hollow
© 2024 by John Hindle
Red River blues
sung by bearded prophet
of western visions
whose cigarette voice
rolls with muddy water
on course for father of waters
while soothsayer of song
plays the harmonica
for crickets chirping
on the banks by the railroad tracks
where old men dream
of days sifted into silt
where the whippoorwill fades
in a dusky hollow
© 2024 by John Hindle
#countryside
#river
#music #tobacco
#music #tobacco
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 00:40am
7th Apr 2024 00:40am
Red River Willie
Red River Willie
Red River blues
sung by bearded prophet
of western visions
whose cigarette voice
rolls with muddy water
on course for father of waters
while soothsayer of song
plays the harmonica
for crickets chirping
on the banks by the railroad tracks
where old men dream
of days sifted into silt
where the whippoorwill fades
in a dusky hollow
© 2024 by John Hindle
Red River blues
sung by bearded prophet
of western visions
whose cigarette voice
rolls with muddy water
on course for father of waters
while soothsayer of song
plays the harmonica
for crickets chirping
on the banks by the railroad tracks
where old men dream
of days sifted into silt
where the whippoorwill fades
in a dusky hollow
© 2024 by John Hindle
#countryside
#river
#music #tobacco
#music #tobacco
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 00:40am
7th Apr 2024 00:40am
Red River Willie
Red River Willie
Red River blues
sung by bearded prophet
of western visions
whose cigarette voice
rolls with muddy water
on course for father of waters
while soothsayer of song
plays the harmonica
for crickets chirping
on the banks by the railroad tracks
where old men dream
of days sifted into silt
where the whippoorwill fades
in a dusky hollow
© 2024 by John Hindle
Red River blues
sung by bearded prophet
of western visions
whose cigarette voice
rolls with muddy water
on course for father of waters
while soothsayer of song
plays the harmonica
for crickets chirping
on the banks by the railroad tracks
where old men dream
of days sifted into silt
where the whippoorwill fades
in a dusky hollow
© 2024 by John Hindle
#countryside
#river
#music #tobacco
#music #tobacco
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Abracadabra
Poem Published
29th Oct 2014 11:43am
29th Oct 2014 11:43am
Once upon a time I smoked three packs a day...
If God meant you to smoke
he would have designed
the plumbing for your asshole
differently
Smoking has zero advantages
it doesn't make you better
sexier or smarter
It does kill you slowly
while you watch your money burn
with that nasty bastard cancer
sitting quietly on your shoulder
waiting to jump in
and rape your cells to death
I quit a long time ago
so I'm no newly reformed smoker
preaching my own ego
Giving up
was easier than I thought
I took a small medicine bottle
crammed it with...
he would have designed
the plumbing for your asshole
differently
Smoking has zero advantages
it doesn't make you better
sexier or smarter
It does kill you slowly
while you watch your money burn
with that nasty bastard cancer
sitting quietly on your shoulder
waiting to jump in
and rape your cells to death
I quit a long time ago
so I'm no newly reformed smoker
preaching my own ego
Giving up
was easier than I thought
I took a small medicine bottle
crammed it with...
#tobacco
#addiction
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Abracadabra
Poem Published
29th Oct 2014 11:43am
29th Oct 2014 11:43am
Once upon a time I smoked three packs a day...
If God meant you to smoke
he would have designed
the plumbing for your asshole
differently
Smoking has zero advantages
it doesn't make you better
sexier or smarter
It does kill you slowly
while you watch your money burn
with that nasty bastard cancer
sitting quietly on your shoulder
waiting to jump in
and rape your cells to death
I quit a long time ago
so I'm no newly reformed smoker
preaching my own ego
Giving up
was easier than I thought
I took a small medicine bottle
crammed it with...
he would have designed
the plumbing for your asshole
differently
Smoking has zero advantages
it doesn't make you better
sexier or smarter
It does kill you slowly
while you watch your money burn
with that nasty bastard cancer
sitting quietly on your shoulder
waiting to jump in
and rape your cells to death
I quit a long time ago
so I'm no newly reformed smoker
preaching my own ego
Giving up
was easier than I thought
I took a small medicine bottle
crammed it with...
#tobacco
#addiction
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oskar
Poem Published
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
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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oskar
Poem Published
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
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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oskar
Poem Published
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
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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oskar
Poem Published
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
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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oskar
Poem Published
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
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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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
9th Dec 2023 1:44pm
9th Dec 2023 1:44pm
Diary entry - Smoking
Diary entry for Dec. 9, 2023
I can feel my baby growing inside me. She’s a constant reminder of the incredible journey I'm on. Joseph and I spent a quiet evening together, just enjoying each other's company. The love we share is so profound, and I find myself grateful for it every day.
I stopped smoking for the sake of my baby, and I know it was the right thing to do. Still, there are moments, especially after making love to Joseph, where I long for the comfort of a single cigarette. It's like a ghost from my past, whispering in my ear, tempting me to indulge just this once....
I can feel my baby growing inside me. She’s a constant reminder of the incredible journey I'm on. Joseph and I spent a quiet evening together, just enjoying each other's company. The love we share is so profound, and I find myself grateful for it every day.
I stopped smoking for the sake of my baby, and I know it was the right thing to do. Still, there are moments, especially after making love to Joseph, where I long for the comfort of a single cigarette. It's like a ghost from my past, whispering in my ear, tempting me to indulge just this once....
#love
#drugs
#tobacco
#addiction
#pregnancy
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
9th Dec 2023 1:44pm
9th Dec 2023 1:44pm
Diary entry - Smoking
Diary entry for Dec. 9, 2023
I can feel my baby growing inside me. She’s a constant reminder of the incredible journey I'm on. Joseph and I spent a quiet evening together, just enjoying each other's company. The love we share is so profound, and I find myself grateful for it every day.
I stopped smoking for the sake of my baby, and I know it was the right thing to do. Still, there are moments, especially after making love to Joseph, where I long for the comfort of a single cigarette. It's like a ghost from my past, whispering in my ear, tempting me to indulge just this once....
I can feel my baby growing inside me. She’s a constant reminder of the incredible journey I'm on. Joseph and I spent a quiet evening together, just enjoying each other's company. The love we share is so profound, and I find myself grateful for it every day.
I stopped smoking for the sake of my baby, and I know it was the right thing to do. Still, there are moments, especially after making love to Joseph, where I long for the comfort of a single cigarette. It's like a ghost from my past, whispering in my ear, tempting me to indulge just this once....
#love
#drugs
#tobacco
#addiction
#pregnancy
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