Marijuana Poems

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The Ghost Of Mary Jane

The Ghost Of Mary Jane long poem

Tick tock goes the clicking clock As time goes by I hear a knock I get up and answer the door To find a woman her dress was torn She had a joint hanging from her lips I said come

Ode To Dagga

Ode To Dagga ode

Come back to me. I yearn your bitter, yet velvety touch. You make me blush, I miss you in my lungs. Come back to me. You fill the void that you re-create, Every time I let you escape, From a

Poems containing references to : Marijuana

Lil Pump Know

Lil Pump Know short poem

turn up the stereo so everyone goes to hear the song of lil Pump know bust up the beat to promote its tempo take you to places you need to go flirting with fire coming down to the wire a

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Emotions

Emotions short poem

Emotions are what fuel us What fill us to our core. They are the defining elements in our deepest thoughts. That fist you slammed against a wall? Anger. The tears you cried over a heartbreak? Sadness, pain. The curses you

Cocktail

Cocktail short poem

Beings of erotica were at the gates of heaven. Shell-shocked, the city was becoming political but people were absconding. It was global warming for obscenity. The remoteness was collapsing and moons had come in my arms. Smoking the serrated leaves

Song like a Slide

Song like a Slide short poem

Like that beautiful voice of a girl the slow strumming pleasant strings humming (the unknown) in my ears alone the ever so increasing feel good rhythm I love this song. As if I’m showering in flower-petals the beat of the

One Day Three Autumns

One Day Three Autumns short poem

Started missing schatzi, longing for his next spree; I owe happiness, schatzi gives me – – – Moments rise still when schatzi is with me; Nobody has ever given the peace, My schatzi brings in me. We roam like niveous,

New Generation

New Generation short poem

One’s existence was threatened by the overseeing iguana like crested disguise. Repressive, explosive eyes. You are trapped in words beneath bewitching smile. The ‘V’ sign for violence becomes more obvious. That hits you in face. The eastern wind is blowing.

She Was Finally Happy

She Was Finally Happy elegy

After all the heartbreaks, and the suicidal thoughts within her mind. SHE WAS FINALLY HAPPY!! As she remembered the 128 times she got raped. The times evil boys said ”I LOVE YOU” — eventhough their word were fake. SHE WAS

Without You

Without You short poem

I often imagine what you’re doing, are you awake and thinking about me? Whenever you close your eyes, Is it my face that you see? Visions of what we used to be, Keep floating around in my mind. You were

Oh My Darling- Can You Listen To Me

Oh My Darling  Can You Listen To Me short poem

Oh my dear best friend, Don’t run away from me please, come back, I believe that, you are best in this crazy world, As none can compete with you, You are faster of the fastest, And the genius of geniuses,

Highest Bidder

Highest Bidder short poem

Once upon a sinful past, temptation to trade the soul. Riches beyond that can be perceived andcvulnerable with lust for control. What is a soul if not old, mine is shiny and new and a souls cost, a pretty penny

Silently Sobbing

Silently Sobbing short poem

Sobbing silently You had slipped away I needed you now Sadness grew My heart is empty With a perfect smile A mask to the world I close the door Hoping it won’t leave a trace The ghost of the past

Soaked In Blood

Soaked In Blood short poem

They had surrounded the tank; collars on the legs. You were tracking the revolution. The process melts the crosses in flowing blood. Everybody was carrying a rose. The bruises were spreading on table. King was drinking wine. Unwritten law. Death

The Circus

The Circus long poem

All I could hear were the deafening roars of the crowd at the show stopping moment, when everything got silent. The smell of something burning reached my nose, but I decided to ignore it. “Fire!” a voice screeched. Get up!

Then Came One O’clock

Then Came One O’clock prose poem

It was a tall and white door with the knob at the level of my heart. I knocked discreetly to enter in audience at the cross spiders tamer. A fat and redhead man, chewing his whiskers minutely. I was wet

Weightened Steps

Weightened Steps short poem

Between rainy days Brought by the northern wind And days trembling Under the caress of the southern, I go for a walk with my silence. I was weaning to speak- The words have lost their meaning Since there is no

Dreams Of Younger Days

Dreams Of Younger Days prose poem

A dream what is that exactly, a reason to live, love, laugh, follow your heart. His heart, her heart, your heart, my heart, their hearts even our own hearts, from that first newborn smack on our baby bottoms, to wail

My Name Is December

My Name Is December prose poem

Hello dear one, I have been a long time coming, but believe me when I tell you, “It’s worth the wait”. More about that later, but my arrival is out of my control, as I have to wait my turn.

Denuding

Denuding short poem

Wearing a skin where flesh had melted in blankness. The moon was sitting on window parting the curtains The sunset accepts the death as final verdict Small scholars will find out the pain of molesting. Estrogen untamed on street rises

Snow Mississippi Snow

Snow Mississippi Snow prose poem

Drizzling rain, temperature falling to 32, freezing sleet coming soon. droplets of ice starting to form, snow is ah coming!, they say before noon. as the noon day approaches the snowflakes are starting to come, snowflakes as big as half-dollars

Hekate

Hekate long poem

In the shadow of moonlight My cape pulled up around Me tight, standing at the crossroads Under the tree of life, eyes like fire In the night… I call upon the spirit of HEKATE As thunder rolls and lightning strikes

Nature Is Turning Sour

Nature Is Turning Sour ode

In the beginning flowers used to blossom The flowers never worried about winter The vivid spring was there to welcome the bees Man later grew wise in Eden Nature got poorer and poorer , trees were cut down Our owned

The voice of hope

The voice of hope short poem

He slept and dreamt of her again Her sweet encouraging voice But whose was it, so familiar? Her words always gave him hope A reason to live as if he was destined to do something great. Soon his life became

Ninth Symphony

Ninth Symphony short poem

A scented moon caves in on a tree top and solitude withers up in a seminal cloud, It is good to be friendless sometimes. Me and homecoming become synonymous. We are ruined by familiar paths. The mist deepens. Not reaching

Writeups

Writeups short poem

Writing may be a passion for me Reading the same may not interest him I do hope he appreciates my write ups But what if he doesn’t even look at my write ? Write ups satisfying self is like eating

Arrow Of Time

Arrow Of Time short poem

Swift entropic arrow of time, You illicit my poetic freedom! You vex me inside-out of rhythm, Outside-in of rhyme; You irreversible debacle And thermodynamic oracle, Too late I learn: in my present Wanes a future crescent! How like an even

A Wish To My Lord

A Wish To My Lord long poem

Once on Easter, I wished lord Jesus: Oh Christ, I want a beautiful land and lots of goodness with glorious sand let the sand be of any brand but there should be no discrimination in your land for several lever

Bells Of Faith

Bells Of Faith short poem

Behold the bells hanging In the old temple’s premises High above the tall pine trees And the distant snow-covered peaks Do they really occupy the space Among the clouds atop the hills Or is it just an illusion Extended up

Silence Of The Heart

Silence Of The Heart ballad

Words go unspoken, more often than they should My love for you is real, but it is often misunderstood Sometimes I feel lost, like a ship that sails off course The stars have closed their eyes; I have lost my

Flight

Flight short poem

Whirling discus thrower controlled precision, spinning presence concentrated energy coiled awareness for that one release Watcher sees and knows at the moment of letting go this one will be good same dynamic for shot putter, javelin thrower conscious complex actions

Shade

Shade short poem

I dreamt myself a ghost woken Of a morning by frigid rain pitiless, needling, painful, unknown From my indistinct fore-life My domain an irregular bowl A well bottom a warm, still Kingdom to float swampy vapors Possessing to the precipice,

Touch

Touch short poem

I knew, you will come tonight, the nature’s fury , sand storm, dusty wind….. you came with rain, touched my hand like a queen… In my two eyes, moist clouds filled with rain…… tears and tears, rolling down…… you touched

Unloosing

Unloosing short poem

Maligned, the space between us lets go the mammary a flame scoops up the void, we speak no names, I carry you in my skinned arms to the weeds for seminal mutability; shipwrecked, i fear of depth turbulence, I will

The Mountain Still Stands Tall

The Mountain Still Stands Tall short poem

You feel you have conquered it all. Your big ego still feels small Look man … The mountain still stands tall. You blast your way up to the top But you know not now … Where to stop The hill

Words

Words short poem

And my words won’t move you, Neither do I pretend to, To move some pound of flesh, Nor I care too. And these words would fight, Entangling within themselves, They would corrupt souls, And dwell upon a spell. They would

Marvelling High Hills

Marvelling High Hills short poem

Marvelling high hills up my fainting spirit, And lend a vast lashing greenery to my coffer, That entice me to sneak the wonderland, A wanderer in nature thereby. Lo! Me too already on lakeside, The same watery hive binds me

The Crown Travels

The Crown Travels short poem

The king is dead! Long live the king! History of rulers is no different from ordinary mortals, The crowns and kohinoors travel from one head to another uneasier head. Emperors, Monarchs, Kings, Pharaohs abdicated By methods natural and unnatural, Thrones

Freedom?

Freedom? short poem

our wings grow from the heart but stop on the neck suffocating us we bury the feelings deep in the arteries until the blood has no room to move we spit like the husks of seeds only words that are

It’ll Take More Than That…

It’ll Take More Than That… short poem

Bomb our buildings, buses and trains, Bleed us till you’ve emptied our veins, But however evil be your goal, You won’t destroy our soul, It’ll take more than that… You want us to be cowed and down, But we will