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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Articulated thoughts on poetry

Articulated thoughts on poetry long poem

Each night, the universe Writes its’ story On the surface Of the moon Using starlight As its’ pen, And deliberately Makes some words To fall on earth That is poetry The immutable self Afraid of its’ loneliness Thinks itself To be many And

Silence

Silence prose poem

Do not read my words but silence for my words hold no meaning but my silence does, I will sell my words but silence will I keep for my silence is precious , I will search new meanings of silence

World In My Head

World In My Head prose poem

It is idealism to think that life will always be as sweet as honey When a man always think about pretty things in this crazy world he will always fall as a victim of sadness because you will not always

Be Sure

Be Sure short poem

Sometimes we are too late for something , And we realize that we have lost everything . We regret on time which has gone , And we are too late to realize that we were wrong . Many a times

O Soil

O Soil elegy

Soil, Don’t be fertile more, Don’t be a mother; Child-traffickers, like mad dogs, are moving everywhere. Don’t conceive any green more, Don’t conceive any forest; The blue-eyed woodcutters, like butchers, are sharpening their axes. O Soil, Rather become a desolate

Now you can..

Now you can.. short poem

I do feel the pain of letting go, stretching, pulling, dragging me across the floor, when I stop resisting, its like a flow pain seems less, so I let myself go with the flow, release all the tension stored, I

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

Insight Revealed

Insight Revealed long poem

A trigger found so I will write.. So much to say and the canvas is white. Days are passing like a fast forwarded song.. But this moment right now, it seems to be long. So many plans to prove the

Mother

Mother short poem

My life is you, You are mine, Nothing is beautiful Except you and me, My strength is you My weakness is you, I will love you till You are mine. But I will love you more When I am yours,

Monster In My House

Monster In My House short poem

There’s a monster in my house. I can hear it all the time, every day, Shouting, spitting and screaming. It didn’t use to be here. It just came one day, After Mum came home late And was too tired to

Can We Conquer Fear ?

Can We Conquer Fear ? short poem

When our mind becomes vulnerable It marks the incidence of fear We are petrified of everything A mishappening seems near There is a conundrum inside us Life doesn’t seem clear Fear engulfs our thought process It takes away our wisdom

Taken for Granted

Taken for Granted short poem

i slept – unaware of your gazing eyes i slept – unaware of what was going on inside your mind i slept – because in you i trusted blindly i slept – because of the security you offered to me.

Birthday Cakes

Birthday Cakes short poem

Our childhood of yesteryear Fresh and innocent with no fear. We waited with bated breath To peek at our cake that arrived fresh. Our birthday cake, our birthday cake. Moist and warm, chocolate brown Cool and pink, strawberry jam winks

Wake Me Up, At Another Dawn

Wake Me Up, At Another Dawn short poem

Wake me up, at another dawn, When love rises high, and all miseries are gone. Wake me up, at another dawn, When justice meets mankind at the new horizon. Wake me up, when there are smiles… Not forced upon, but

The Forgotten Queen

The Forgotten Queen ballad

The crown he wore weighed him down, his uncertain tone wreathed As his face so stoic hid the storm that surged beneath Its not about my faith in you, for I know your morals are true I know you’re as

You

You short poem

What if I told you I think you’re perfect Beautiful forests in your eyes When I look at them I see where my dream hides And I have been hanging on every word you said to me I want to

Make A Difference

Make A Difference short poem

So many dreams we have as we grow. As we hear the horns of our life begin to blow. Have we run out of time? Can we do something and shine? We live in a world where everyone rushes through.

Generation X

Generation X short poem

Atlantis reborn we are the ancient ones who have returned Generation X timeline 69 to 79 and we will raise our young To be genius of mind and care for the baby boomers until Their spirits are rapture on down

Finding Your Way

Finding Your Way long poem

It’s a contest between the heart and the head, Or finding a place where they meet instead It’s about living in the then or living in the now, About working it out or just wondering how It’s about clutching at

Ubiquitous Being

Ubiquitous Being short poem

I look at a slice of sky and weather from the window of my sick room tethered to the bed by depression. Time has come. Somebody will lay me open. Must I suffer with deep holes in buried mind where

Parallels

Parallels short poem

In her eyes- I was alone You were insane I thought I was different You said we were the same I started to help you Investing more You pulled me inside And slammed the door The deeper I fell The

Fandango (get funky)

Fandango (get funky) short poem

Hey, hey, hey Latin cutie, hot on the dance floor come and let me dance with you, I can feel the heat radiating from your body and Whoa I am mesmerized GET FUNKY,GET FUNKY GET FUNKY baby oh yi, yi,

Wired

Wired prose poem

The cough syrup and amphetamine Don’t seem to mix, in nineteen-ninety Six, and I throw up in the Communal showers, from Impurities. The sight Of the silver fish helped. Tony, in room eight, no longer Around. Dragged his corpse From

To Whom This May Concern

To Whom This May Concern short poem

It’s coded in war games: Bombs will have the enemies’ names Etched on them, synonymously And anonymously; For worse false or better true Bombs know neither me nor you And so have not recourse To feel pity or remorse; Bombs