Smoker Poems

Smoker poems bring the best collection of short and long smoker poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great smoker rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these smoker poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on smoker are here for you.

The Opium Smoker

The Opium Smoker short poem

He knows the place Its depths, its visions, its dark illusions And the face in the mirror Opaque with age The wispy beard now snowy white Clouds snag on the mountain peaks Fingers of rain stroke the earth Tracing their

The Hands Of A Smoker

The Hands Of A Smoker short poem

My nails chowed down and raw from the fear of a life that I have not really lived, a life without purpose. A cigarette sits between my lips, holding it between my fingers as if every drag I take will

God Is A Smoker

God Is A Smoker short poem

Some believe God to be a broker, Who fulfills desires on demand, But I know him to be a smoker, With a lit cigarette in his hand. We are nothing but ash and fire, A byproduct of his bad habit,

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Flesh and Blood and Feelings

Flesh and Blood and Feelings long poem

I am flesh and blood and feelings Amongst other things.. But I am first and most importantly flesh.. skin, bones, muscles, blemishes, pimples, scars freckles, moles, and dry skin and blood – running through my veins, gushing out of scraped

Smokers’ Lips And The Smoky Lip Locks!

Smokers Lips And The Smoky Lip Locks! long poem

Heart beats say knock knock Feeling the sentimental shocks Listening to the bells of love clocks Silently progressing those tic toks Those lips and their locks Smokers’ lips and the romantic lip locks! Belladonnas are dancing with blazing frocks Birds

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

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

Revery Of Her Soul

Revery Of Her Soul long poem

The setting sun had kindled the sky with oranges and reds Wobbling her way through the tactless crowd was a demure girl Avoiding the condescending eyes of the monsters upon her she tried to escape from the brutal reality Yet

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Autumn.

Autumn. short poem

Halycon days in perennial Eden Windblown leaves, sunbeam kissed Slumbering Oaks in the autumn sun Sprinkling their leaves one by one As they fall like golden snow Cooler breezes begin to blow And soon the Oaks denuded stand Like skeletons

God’s Mercy

Gods Mercy short poem

Whosoever holds tight God’s rope He does not burden beyond His scope Sincerity in adversity helps to cope A man with faith never loses his hope Oh my God overlook my blunders Only you save me from all thunders Your

Swinging….

Swinging.... short poem

I did not will them dreams of crystals a stupid calendar of flight from insomniac past. Do not want to return to future, hub of my clouds. History had been writhing and screaming. Present cannot redeem my woes. I ask

Those Eyes

Those Eyes short poem

I know him by his words I know him from his thoughts But at times he’s like a stranger I’m not sure if I know him or not. Then he looks into my eyes And in that moment I can

Being Touched

Being Touched short poem

She touches me I mean when we’re sitting next to each other she touches my shoulder the back of my neck when we’re home she comes over or reaches over and touches me here’s how it feels I feel her

Rows Of Hopelessness

Rows Of Hopelessness ballad

Idle plows sit bed-ridden in the numb fists of their owners while the company of grass waxes lush and the field mouse waits in vain for spoil a spell of impotence now holds the soil to ransom as worms goad

Final Performance

Final Performance short poem

I see building blocks ferociously multiplying around me. Into people, places, things An ongoing chaos of nothingness I am standing still, witnessing vacuum Trying to breathe in this noisy ensemble One sigh at a time. Dumb charades, my favourite childhood

A Better Way

A Better Way prose poem

Is there really no way out? He thinks everyday Every morning Waking up with boredom Need to find a cause, a better one He digs up the dump of memories A happier one, a brighter one The dust is everywhere

Rights Over The Dead

Rights Over The Dead prose poem

Ceremonial Rituals in Hindu Religion smacks the logic Daughters and Sons though born in the same womb are differentiated Son’s carry the paternal ancestral legacy while Daughters are abandoned midway to assume In laws legacy Sons may not look after

The Shell

The Shell short poem

As sure as eggs is eggs, My aching feet sing. But not out of love, joy Or any good thing. They’re fed up and tired Defeated by time. The joints have eroded Just listen to them grind. Like a rusty

My Elegy

My Elegy short poem

What are we, but dust in the wind, A single grain of sand, upon a beach. The merest speck of light, In the great sun’s dazzling rays. A mere moment, in eternity, A mere second, in a life time. For

Hiroshima

Hiroshima short poem

Hiroshima, Hiroshima, Hiroshima The little girl named Hiroshima, lived in Hiroshima, Japan. Just when she was 13. A nuclear attack struck and she said “Bye Hiroshima, Hiroshima, Hiroshima.” The empty glassed sand and destroyed buildings were left, And Hiroshima. She

Shooeso

Shooeso short poem

Falling out of a hole, burning liquid pours onto me it’s almost like my home, what a common place. I can’t leave. I just save face. a race against my watch are my acting days as Sisyphus. No one can

The Colour Red

The Colour Red short poem

Bright, mesmerizing, enchanting, Be it a bride’s dress,a lover’s heart or a lonely flower. Blazing beautifully everywhere, the color red you are. The day I was born Swapping down the uterus wall of my mother’s womb. You were the one

Just A Little Lower Than The Angels

Just A Little Lower Than The Angels short poem

Well what’s wrong with the world that We can’t all just get along? Surely this is the dream of the Angels and Jehovah’s never ending song. Love and compassion go a long, long way So embrace your brother with warm

Freedom From Phantoms

Freedom From Phantoms short poem

what does freedom mean to you think before you rehearse the lines given to you by those who claim to fight your battles for you do you want to be free from the phantoms panting in their heads? are you

Beyond Their Virtue

Beyond Their Virtue short poem

It was the day , when I saw the marginalized attired brains and the barbarity of the Indian society . I was sitting on a seat , when he climbed up the bus , a young man , around his

Quick Heal – Our Friend Part 2

Quick Heal – Our Friend Part 2 short poem

The world of viruses come With lots unwanted gum. Quick Heal is a family album Where I can reject all scum And freely continued my rhumb. Viruses for all are season autumn, Looking into browsers is alum, Inserting memory cards

Sonnet for Waterkeepers

Sonnet for Waterkeepers sonnet poems

Through all the rank smells of the city’s shore The ocean’s breath says ages of being. Dark blue depths, salty finned life, and much more, Shifting of arm hair aids my eyes seeing My ancestors rising out of the vast

Whispering Sparrows

Whispering Sparrows short poem

The native walls were hounding me- out of game. I was playing chess with god. Was stoned to death. A small boy’s arm was crushed. He stole a bread. What was the truism of unheard voices? Groping in green darkness

Luv Yurz

Luv Yurz short poem

Can we pretend that Reality is what we make it Can we begin to imagine that We hold the power to Shaping Our decisions that form the very thing We call lifestyle Stop And Think for a split second That

Read the Words

Read the Words short poem

Read the Words Is it just me? Or do people not stop to read? A poem, sonnet or book, Are all worth a patient look. But with such busy lives, We become like bees at our hives. Coming and going,

My Final Goodbye

My Final Goodbye long poem

Today I am sending my goodbye to you, I loved you with all my broken pieces, I gave you my soul which seems to be torn now… I am saying goodbye to the times I spent with you, The laughter

I’m Remembering

Im Remembering short poem

Laying here in the darkness Listening to the wind All is quiet Nowhere is there a sound I’m remembering all our memories The many of us laughing and smiling The few of us crying and silent So many memories all

Deliverance

Deliverance short poem

Have not asked much, still attached to you with subtelities, I wanted freedom from you, For removing stings from the flesh. Anxiety was the darkest color of floating buds on lake. Sitting on the edge of panic, I started counting

The Earthquake

The Earthquake long poem

A sudden tremor with a mighty shake Millions of lives does it take Houses broken and trees shaken Mighty hills all prone to cracken. Peace stolen by cracks so deep A twist it brings in life so steep A crisis

Home

Home short poem

I want to go somewhere where the rain is like thunder and the sky is like an ocean; where everything around me is so loud I cannot hear my brains thoughts; screams running through my skull and wrapping around my

We May Decide

We May Decide short poem

We May Decide My sweetheart come over to me in exile To meet face to face and know each other In the process we may decide for a while To be heart to heart and to avoid the altar On

An angel whispers

An angel whispers short poem

An angel whispers to you while you sleep; they say you’re ready to see God and he wants to see you. An angel whispers to you while you sleep; they say the moon is a daysleeper as in night it

Umbrella

Umbrella short poem

Like a brazen dancer of night. A phantom? With heart on chest; floating in air, like a death-scarf. You have donated the body for an angel- petrifying the moon. The hairy saint was unquiet, in a glass house. Who had

Moody Mind

Moody Mind short poem

Mind is a very tricky customer Sometimes it is in Ecstasy for no reasons Sometimes it is somber in spite of good reasons Mood changes according to desires Mood is pleasant when complimented Mood is murky when criticised None wants

Who Is A Person?

Who Is A Person? short poem

What is a person Is he his emotions The sound of his voice Or the consequence of his choice The wrong he has done Or the poeple he love Is he what his actions suggest him to be Or is

Only A Storm

Only A Storm short poem

(Written for my little brother Eric, Feb. ’85, when I was 14). As he cuddled softly in my arms like a helpless young fawn, I could feel his heart race with fear and see his fists clench with every boom

The River

The River ode

As The River flows – my life completes itself.. An enlightened tryst with the almighty, Created by destiny, I was born To flow like a never ending river A tough undefined journey, quintessentially alone The Himalayas promised me the purity