Cigarettes Poems

Cigarettes poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of cigarettes poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on cigarettes are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Cigarettes

Cigarettes prose poem

(1) A cigarette is a green tale inside a white coffin; Her shoe is a hat, its end a line of smoke. (2) A cigarette is milk falling from breasts; Mouths are swings hanged on Oedipus complex. (3) A cigar

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A cigarette song

A cigarette song short poem

The last bit of cigarette from his hand drops into the ashtray. So does mine. Are they making love to each other, As we are? Love, need, passion, kisses, skin, climax. Are their thoughts like ours, burnt and spent? As

Cigarette – Messenger Of Death

Cigarette   Messenger Of Death long poem

Introduction: It comes in a small cylinder of white rolled cover, a-four-inch-processed-tobacco- leaves, which becomes very active from slow and low combustion sustained by heat. Call it cigarette- maybe cigar-spit tobacco, perhaps, hookahs, menthol, bidis, clove or kreteks, probably, shisha

Angels And Demons

Angels And Demons short poem

Don’t stop me let me get drunk all night Want to forget you just let me fight With all my angels and demons inside They never let me drop your memories behind Let me smoke and get high These cigarette

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My Father Behind The Wheel

My Father Behind The Wheel long poem

My room was the old garage attached to the house festooned with posters and dirty underpants my father’s Mercedes was a sacred relic with a flavor of old leather upholstery. It rested in its own building. there must have been

Dying Moments

Dying Moments long poem

I suddenly fell ill & got into a semi conscious state My wife gets panicky and rushes me to the hospital Doctors put me straight into I C U I faintly hear Doctors whispering this as a hopeless case I

Atlantic City, Not A Place

Atlantic City, Not A Place long poem

Atlantic City, not a place but the fragment Of a memory that lights up bright and garish In the starless night when day is done When ragged dreams arise from murky beds Beneath the waves washing up like seaweed On

The Quit

The Quit long poem

‘Twas the month before Christmas, I was feeling quite pleased 16 days since I smoked, 16 days since I wheezed The ashtrays were stashed, my lighter long gone The cravings more tolerable, not nearly as strong I reminded myself. “don’t

Memento Mori

Memento Mori long poem

Here rests an anonymous Memory, In the pall of shadows of a wintery night, Half-cold and slither Lone keys jingled in my jacket pocket, And black caps to disguise my fear streaked silhouette, In the pall of shadows of a

Hell Of A Show

Hell Of A Show short poem

They’re playing jazz in Leavenworth, ersatz Bavarian tourist trap of Washington State, a brittle-fingered quartet sentenced to the cellar of a failed Bierpalast fake snow sweating down the cinder block walls. the musicians don’t care; music coats their stomachs extra

Bless This Mess

Bless This Mess short poem

I’m no fun anymore, Not to be with or even around, I bitch-spewing hate is my second Favorite thing to do, Only topped by drinking, Reeking of cigarettes and whiskey, And I like dim places where the outlook is Bleak,

Dead Grey Wolf Skins (v2)

Dead Grey Wolf Skins (v2) prose poem

Introduction: Aldo Leopold (January 11, 1887 -April 21, 1948) was an American author, scientist, ecologist, forester, environmentalist, and conservationist. In the 1920-1930 eras, he moved to the Baraboo, Wisconsin area. The grey wolf was viewed as a predator, to be

Eyes On Me

Eyes On Me short poem

When I was a kid There was interest, a little bit About toxication It was in my mood “It is a supplement good For health” I bought tobacco one day I remember that was day Of celebration Surprised act for

Scenes From A European Movie

Scenes From A European Movie short poem

SCENES FROM A EUROPEAN MOVIE (OR THE ETHICAL EQUATIONS POSED BY PAUL KLEE DANCING WITH A GERMAN SHEPHERD) “Art makes visible the unseen” – Paul Klee Along the edge of the Gothic archway, starlings disturb the air, only slightly. Its

Dweller

Dweller short poem

The widest face I’ve ever seen and by his ears , thick whiskers, Always drinks sweet Lipton’s tea in a glass with lemon Enjoys his cigarettes and smiles pouring over daily papers Ringtone set to Mahler’s 5th in his eyes

Bus Rides And Ordeals

Bus Rides And Ordeals prose poem

BUS RiDES AND ORDEALS It’s the long rides from the small towns to the city. The mesmerizing sceneries of the trip taking the bus on the uneven roads, Sometimes,unpaved with no asphalt and the road lay carpeted with small rocks

Overcrowding

Overcrowding prose poem

Just now we’ve concluded the conquest of Constantinople. It took us fifty three seconds, the time between two cigarettes and two hallucinations. Then, we came back. The city inflates at night; Noisy lamps, stained by excrement of last summer’s beetles,

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In Your Hermitage

In Your Hermitage short poem

Scared I was, entering an eave, Of holy hermitage, and pious naïve, To tumble down, from regal to rag, And love your attire, and delicately drag, Entwining a smile, gazing your chest, Dilemma of ardor, intimate of best, Your blissful

The Heart

The Heart long poem

The heart a magnificent work of art, amazing in its design, if you follow it you will shine, cause it’s for much more than pumping blood it carries very real feeling of sympathy and love. It also has compassion in

The Lake

The Lake short poem

In the forest the summer steam retreats Confusion breaks like a fever, sudden Relief flooding the mind with quiet murmurs A symphony of whispers cover the screams And tears evaporate as the cry dies on your lips The shadows listen

You In Me

You In Me short poem

With every falling tear drop, You are drifting out of me. The day I stop crying, Just know that there’s no you in me. With every song I sing, I think about you. The day I stop singing, Just know

The Letter That Held Certain Death

The Letter That Held Certain Death short poem

The knock on the dooor was all To be heard in the silent house The news had come About her distant spouse The was unexpected At least by a week If only it had been the plumber About the blasted

Woman

Woman prose poem

That essence Those hands, that body that caresses who breastfeeds us that gives us life starting an eternal struggle who always leaves his teachings Their loves his consolations That essence that multiplies in the sister, in the aunt, in the

Devotion

Devotion short poem

I shall kneel before you And lay my servile body to rest. I shall press my humble face Against the softness of your feet, And every drop of my blood Shall be infused with your grace. I shall bare my

Flight

Flight short poem

“I” wanted to fly, far far away from the darkness of light But I saw something swinging with me, when I got to take the flight It was my human self in blackish darker dress Looking into its bosom drinking

Early In The Morning

Early In The Morning short poem

Who is that beauty who I am seeing so early in the morning How is it my heart beat is accelerating at random so early in the morning Why is it I am feeling as if full moon has descended

Bending With Life

Bending With Life short poem

Trees all around me. Trees moving with wind. Wind is making the trees bend. Trees bending, but not breaking with the wind. Trees are like my life. Moving with the wind. I’m bending with the wind, But I’m not breaking,

Another Stroke

Another Stroke short poem

On the hay stack lies my body brought from the shooting range. Brain dead, I exit, to watch the blood drenched earth. Foot prints of eternity. Window is shut. No light enters. In tiers, the cadavers are lying in a

Love Judgment

Love Judgment short poem

You and me, both have names But love has one that does have fame From time immemorial when life’s dream yet to born From a conch’s world that blew a song: A song of heaven, a smile of joy Where

I Dream

I Dream short poem

Sleep peacefully in the lap of mother nature, Breathe fresh air and walk carefree, Hear the sound of leaves beneath my feet, Feel the raindrops on my face – And smell the wet earth, Fly with the birds, spread my

The Physics Of Myself

The Physics Of Myself long poem

inviolable— the space within myself the space of my flesh that grows into the time of my life expanding it farther out into the orbits going in either round or elliptical circles all of purely imaginative consistency round other individual

A Realization

A Realization short poem

Where do fly my prying eyes Like a pair of rustic birds ?! Where the breeze and lily leaves Playing game of hide and seek, Where the glossy twinkle stars Wearing anklets and bangles, Where the pretty fairy queens Weaving

History

History short poem

Focused on burgundy palms as the age blinks, you start distressing on a unipolar pinnacle, biting the nails. The road absorbs the horizon. Perched on a controversial tree the birds break into small events to reach the grass roots. A

Angel’s Lullaby

Angels Lullaby short poem

Little one, resting cozily in my care, Sleep and dream. Little one, nestled in my arms, Forget about the struggles of today. You are in my safekeeping; Nothing will ever harm you. You have been placed in my guidance, And

Morning That Is Sure To Dawn

Morning That Is Sure To Dawn long poem

I am sure the Morning that I desire would surely dawn one day When the darkness of the night melts down out of sympathy When the brightness of the day is lit up in Ecstasy I am sure the Morning

Musings At Midnight

Musings At Midnight short poem

Glistening and glimmering, the stars do shine Scattering forth their beams divine Their light, not bright, yet a mystical sight Blessing the earth on this cool breezy night A prelude to a bright new day Slowly and silently comes a

Grow Old With You

Grow Old With You short poem

I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay, believe. I don’t want you to go. I want you here even if it hits my ego. You are my Sun in the morning. My moon in the evening.

Unwelcome

Unwelcome short poem

I try to move on At the county fair But the autumn breeze blows Cigarette smoke my way And then I’m back under the dirty sheets With his dirty hands Unwelcome I try to move on In the halls of

Alone

Alone short poem

Never say that you’re unlucky When you have a shoulder to place your head on, Never say that you have nothing When you have one’s hand to swipe your tears, Never say that you’re alone When you see that wet

Apogee Moon

Apogee Moon short poem

Eyes I much miss in mine, Where are you now? Are you mine-like, teared in brine Brimming the brow? In this rain-sloshed afternoon, With poetry I trace My broken heart upon your face, Far-off Apogee Moon! Teach, my sky-shy poet-protégée,

Holding Your Hands

Holding Your Hands short poem

Whenever I feel myself alone, And I feel like I need you, I just close my eyes, And I feel like I am, Just with you… And so I can feel you in my heart beats it goes And when