Poems About Tobacco Published by Members Recently Online
#tobacco
slipalong
Poem Published
6th Sep 2019 2:10pm
6th Sep 2019 2:10pm
The fag packet # T S Eliot
In each we saw that touch of suave
Entertain, to proffer oh so smart
A classless act
James Dean with a cap and a look supreme
Not the butt but and idiols artifact
That king size slipped from its magazine
A content shared
That smile of intentions undeclared
Tap the burned disregards
The fingers singed and stained
That's lifes ashtray
Mingled in the smoke of dreams and hopes
Entertain, to proffer oh so smart
A classless act
James Dean with a cap and a look supreme
Not the butt but and idiols artifact
That king size slipped from its magazine
A content shared
That smile of intentions undeclared
Tap the burned disregards
The fingers singed and stained
That's lifes ashtray
Mingled in the smoke of dreams and hopes
#gay
#tobacco
#TSEliot
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1 Comment
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
5th Dec 2023 00:43am
5th Dec 2023 00:43am
Tobacco edit
I wear tobacco on my skin like a bruise,
blood pooling in rivulets just beneath
translucent flesh, it sings,
less painful with time,
within congregations of smoke,
of her a decade ago, him a mere year,
it seals these doorways
with a glaze that forms between the shatterings.
She is
an egg amongst soldiers,
the nucleus pouring down the sides,
she is the waste,
the best bit.
I wear nicotine as a cloud,
holding in then belatedly exhaling rain.
or perhaps a scarf,
one to hide the truth
barely hidden behind the...
blood pooling in rivulets just beneath
translucent flesh, it sings,
less painful with time,
within congregations of smoke,
of her a decade ago, him a mere year,
it seals these doorways
with a glaze that forms between the shatterings.
She is
an egg amongst soldiers,
the nucleus pouring down the sides,
she is the waste,
the best bit.
I wear nicotine as a cloud,
holding in then belatedly exhaling rain.
or perhaps a scarf,
one to hide the truth
barely hidden behind the...
#home
#tobacco
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1 Comment
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
5th Dec 2023 00:43am
5th Dec 2023 00:43am
Tobacco edit
I wear tobacco on my skin like a bruise,
blood pooling in rivulets just beneath
translucent flesh, it sings,
less painful with time,
within congregations of smoke,
of her a decade ago, him a mere year,
it seals these doorways
with a glaze that forms between the shatterings.
She is
an egg amongst soldiers,
the nucleus pouring down the sides,
she is the waste,
the best bit.
I wear nicotine as a cloud,
holding in then belatedly exhaling rain.
or perhaps a scarf,
one to hide the truth
barely hidden behind the...
blood pooling in rivulets just beneath
translucent flesh, it sings,
less painful with time,
within congregations of smoke,
of her a decade ago, him a mere year,
it seals these doorways
with a glaze that forms between the shatterings.
She is
an egg amongst soldiers,
the nucleus pouring down the sides,
she is the waste,
the best bit.
I wear nicotine as a cloud,
holding in then belatedly exhaling rain.
or perhaps a scarf,
one to hide the truth
barely hidden behind the...
#home
#tobacco
217 reads
1 Comment
mantisdeer
Cait
Cait
Poem Published
28th Jul 2021 9:33pm
28th Jul 2021 9:33pm
Grave Sight
I'm so hazy,
these things didn't use to phase me.
My throat is closing,
macro dosing
on spineless dope user
friendly inner faces rotting
for the last fifty years.
Dead alive, cancer dotting
busted capillaries
in wilted aviaries.
Too far gone to medically alleviate
the sunken palate.
these things didn't use to phase me.
My throat is closing,
macro dosing
on spineless dope user
friendly inner faces rotting
for the last fifty years.
Dead alive, cancer dotting
busted capillaries
in wilted aviaries.
Too far gone to medically alleviate
the sunken palate.
#tobacco
#suffering
641 reads
3 Comments
mantisdeer
Cait
Cait
Poem Published
28th Jul 2021 9:33pm
28th Jul 2021 9:33pm
Grave Sight
I'm so hazy,
these things didn't use to phase me.
My throat is closing,
macro dosing
on spineless dope user
friendly inner faces rotting
for the last fifty years.
Dead alive, cancer dotting
busted capillaries
in wilted aviaries.
Too far gone to medically alleviate
the sunken palate.
these things didn't use to phase me.
My throat is closing,
macro dosing
on spineless dope user
friendly inner faces rotting
for the last fifty years.
Dead alive, cancer dotting
busted capillaries
in wilted aviaries.
Too far gone to medically alleviate
the sunken palate.
#tobacco
#suffering
641 reads
3 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
371 reads
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
371 reads
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
371 reads
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
371 reads
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
371 reads
2 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
24th Sep 2019 9:02pm
24th Sep 2019 9:02pm
hide away
smoke curling off our lips
cross fading pinky promises
and foolish adult pleasures
tucked away from the world
we escape together
like the carefree drifters
we once longed to be
just for a moment
we're frozen in time
cross fading pinky promises
and foolish adult pleasures
tucked away from the world
we escape together
like the carefree drifters
we once longed to be
just for a moment
we're frozen in time
#love
#peace
#drugs
#marijuana
#tobacco
576 reads
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KittyFromHell
Poem Published
24th Sep 2019 9:02pm
24th Sep 2019 9:02pm
hide away
smoke curling off our lips
cross fading pinky promises
and foolish adult pleasures
tucked away from the world
we escape together
like the carefree drifters
we once longed to be
just for a moment
we're frozen in time
cross fading pinky promises
and foolish adult pleasures
tucked away from the world
we escape together
like the carefree drifters
we once longed to be
just for a moment
we're frozen in time
#love
#peace
#drugs
#marijuana
#tobacco
576 reads
0 Comments
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