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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TimWombles
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 6:38am
13th Jun 2021 6:38am
You Really Don't
You really don't want to be around us right now
My wife without her smokes
And me being a fat man who can't eat
I love her and she loves me
But you can't tell it
We're both at each others throats
We know what it is
And we get over it
But lets be honest
It's ugly
A friend came over today
"Why aren't you smiling? You're always smiling"
I put one of those fake smiles, and sipped my water
"I'll live longer," I remind myself
A thought comes to my mind
"If this is going to be my diet, do I want to?"
I ponder ...
My wife without her smokes
And me being a fat man who can't eat
I love her and she loves me
But you can't tell it
We're both at each others throats
We know what it is
And we get over it
But lets be honest
It's ugly
A friend came over today
"Why aren't you smiling? You're always smiling"
I put one of those fake smiles, and sipped my water
"I'll live longer," I remind myself
A thought comes to my mind
"If this is going to be my diet, do I want to?"
I ponder ...
#anxiety
#tobacco
#diabetes
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TimWombles
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 6:38am
13th Jun 2021 6:38am
You Really Don't
You really don't want to be around us right now
My wife without her smokes
And me being a fat man who can't eat
I love her and she loves me
But you can't tell it
We're both at each others throats
We know what it is
And we get over it
But lets be honest
It's ugly
A friend came over today
"Why aren't you smiling? You're always smiling"
I put one of those fake smiles, and sipped my water
"I'll live longer," I remind myself
A thought comes to my mind
"If this is going to be my diet, do I want to?"
I ponder ...
My wife without her smokes
And me being a fat man who can't eat
I love her and she loves me
But you can't tell it
We're both at each others throats
We know what it is
And we get over it
But lets be honest
It's ugly
A friend came over today
"Why aren't you smiling? You're always smiling"
I put one of those fake smiles, and sipped my water
"I'll live longer," I remind myself
A thought comes to my mind
"If this is going to be my diet, do I want to?"
I ponder ...
#anxiety
#tobacco
#diabetes
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9 Comments
TimWombles
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 6:38am
13th Jun 2021 6:38am
You Really Don't
You really don't want to be around us right now
My wife without her smokes
And me being a fat man who can't eat
I love her and she loves me
But you can't tell it
We're both at each others throats
We know what it is
And we get over it
But lets be honest
It's ugly
A friend came over today
"Why aren't you smiling? You're always smiling"
I put one of those fake smiles, and sipped my water
"I'll live longer," I remind myself
A thought comes to my mind
"If this is going to be my diet, do I want to?"
I ponder ...
My wife without her smokes
And me being a fat man who can't eat
I love her and she loves me
But you can't tell it
We're both at each others throats
We know what it is
And we get over it
But lets be honest
It's ugly
A friend came over today
"Why aren't you smiling? You're always smiling"
I put one of those fake smiles, and sipped my water
"I'll live longer," I remind myself
A thought comes to my mind
"If this is going to be my diet, do I want to?"
I ponder ...
#anxiety
#tobacco
#diabetes
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9 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
4th Jul 2023 7:42am
4th Jul 2023 7:42am
Still Here/Here Still
Here I write, just to write
Nothing particular to mind
Sitting in the beginning of night
Yet it's been far too long
Here I sit, as not stand
Off my feet, into my hands
Continuing with nothing planned
Silence sings her song
I have been
Far too gone
I must be
Often wrong
One more time
Then I'm gone
Again
Once upon
On the cross
We need the wood
Now get lost
Termite dust
Worm rot
Begins
Here I am, just to be
No set stanza
No flow too free
Here I...
Nothing particular to mind
Sitting in the beginning of night
Yet it's been far too long
Here I sit, as not stand
Off my feet, into my hands
Continuing with nothing planned
Silence sings her song
I have been
Far too gone
I must be
Often wrong
One more time
Then I'm gone
Again
Once upon
On the cross
We need the wood
Now get lost
Termite dust
Worm rot
Begins
Here I am, just to be
No set stanza
No flow too free
Here I...
#tobacco
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Josiah
Poem Published
29th Apr 2024 3:47am
29th Apr 2024 3:47am
Firewatch
Distant smoke rising
There will be no sleep tonight
I take my last drag
There will be no sleep tonight
I take my last drag
#fire
#job
#tobacco
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4 Comments
Josiah
Poem Published
29th Apr 2024 3:47am
29th Apr 2024 3:47am
Firewatch
Distant smoke rising
There will be no sleep tonight
I take my last drag
There will be no sleep tonight
I take my last drag
#fire
#job
#tobacco
198 reads
4 Comments
Josiah
Poem Published
29th Apr 2024 3:47am
29th Apr 2024 3:47am
Firewatch
Distant smoke rising
There will be no sleep tonight
I take my last drag
There will be no sleep tonight
I take my last drag
#fire
#job
#tobacco
198 reads
4 Comments
Drieks
Poem Published
1st May 2024 00:14am
1st May 2024 00:14am
House of Addiction
Starting my day half way through.
Mornings are alien to me whilst
common as fuck to you.
Descending the stairs I smell my hate fuel.
Reminding me time after time what I lost...
..her.
Not you.
Not yet anyway.
Paving the road though.
Paving it just like the smoke paves your lungs.
No...
Please stop.
You'll stop eventually, right?
The smoking gets alternated with drinking at night...
Drops 'n fumes, drops 'n fumes.
Every day.
Every fucking day.
I try to ignore it. ...
Mornings are alien to me whilst
common as fuck to you.
Descending the stairs I smell my hate fuel.
Reminding me time after time what I lost...
..her.
Not you.
Not yet anyway.
Paving the road though.
Paving it just like the smoke paves your lungs.
No...
Please stop.
You'll stop eventually, right?
The smoking gets alternated with drinking at night...
Drops 'n fumes, drops 'n fumes.
Every day.
Every fucking day.
I try to ignore it. ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#death
#illness
#tobacco
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2 Comments
Drieks
Poem Published
1st May 2024 00:14am
1st May 2024 00:14am
House of Addiction
Starting my day half way through.
Mornings are alien to me whilst
common as fuck to you.
Descending the stairs I smell my hate fuel.
Reminding me time after time what I lost...
..her.
Not you.
Not yet anyway.
Paving the road though.
Paving it just like the smoke paves your lungs.
No...
Please stop.
You'll stop eventually, right?
The smoking gets alternated with drinking at night...
Drops 'n fumes, drops 'n fumes.
Every day.
Every fucking day.
I try to ignore it. ...
Mornings are alien to me whilst
common as fuck to you.
Descending the stairs I smell my hate fuel.
Reminding me time after time what I lost...
..her.
Not you.
Not yet anyway.
Paving the road though.
Paving it just like the smoke paves your lungs.
No...
Please stop.
You'll stop eventually, right?
The smoking gets alternated with drinking at night...
Drops 'n fumes, drops 'n fumes.
Every day.
Every fucking day.
I try to ignore it. ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#death
#illness
#tobacco
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2 Comments
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