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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Our Dream Place

Our Dream Place short poem

Golden sand, sun-drenched by day Moonlit by night Soft and warm, her cheeks against mine Barefoot we walk, hand in hand A Picasso, our footprints in the sand Disappear with each incoming tide A salty mist from the sea breeze

Not Me

Not Me short poem

So much Krisnachura was strewn on the path, we stomped on them, wind was tousling— so sweet, like a lovely woman, musk of wild champak. The perfume reminds me of exquisite palms, deep coiffure and wild dreams of night. Then

True Joy

True Joy short poem

Intrigues wealth the mind As rich people others find; Coveting, out leaps the heart, Wanting for bullion and notes, Longing for money and material, Craving for gems and jewels; Having swayed by worldly charm Discouraged by one’s ostentatious terms. For

Want Peace ?

Want Peace ? short poem

Neither I ask to forget the past Nor to take flights of imagination Just I ask to keep an eye on Who we are or what we do As that is our today’s destination. Living on clouds is not the

Beauty Created!

Beauty Created! long poem

Awesomeness incorporated in thee: beauty created, Creations agape look at thee splendidly designed! Stars of the sky shower their grandeur in awe, Mountain ranges tilted a little by thy beauty dazed, Greenery with its children paint fecundity ‘cross the horizon,

Autumn

Autumn prose poem

This autumn is copper, just like my voice which had escaped and hided in a dome on the banks of a sacred river. I am the one who dried it up on the braids of an African girl tanned by

This Day

This Day long poem

I thank you Lord for this day and for this day Lord I pray. I pray for the church, may it stand tall and strong, for your church is much needed for a world that’s gone terribly Wrong. I pray

A Vortex To A Quill

A Vortex To A Quill long poem

shaped from the tiny fragmentation of the impulse in my mind blinded by the mere silence in its brigade of solemn tenderness alone I sit on a high hill visually seeing the passerbys visit then leave a quaint encounter to

Sorcerer

Sorcerer short poem

Well and I can see you clearly in my astro sleep state my third eye is wide awake so you better tread carefully and save your desire for me only or I will turn you into a worthless cornsnake ‘cuz

Broken Glass

Broken Glass prose poem

BROKEN GLASS Standing here in front of me Are many pieces before me Looking down all I see Are different colored pieces Of what was me Broken, shattered and scattered Use to resemble me The glass I see before me

Freedom

Freedom short poem

freedom has a price another roll of the dice to make you think twice shadows in their torment hence the opened door the ability to explore meadows lies a lark walking in the park the creatures with features the whinding

If I Had A Sister

If I Had A Sister short poem

Like the breeze to the flowers to carry its fragrance; If I had a sister, She will do it for me. Like the wind to the clouds, To show the world around; If I had a sister, She will do

A Dream

A Dream long poem

In my balcony On this full moon night I think of you and decide to write I analyse my things and my life But all my thoughts just end up in a fight You’re my first thought My last thought

Little White Hair

Little White Hair short poem

Little white hair You’re stuck to my scalp And I’m ok with that As long as no one can tell…. Snuggle up quiet Under the black tresses ‘Coz quite frankly You don’t match, like, ANY of my dresses…. You’re crazy

Flame Of Candle

Flame Of Candle short poem

When darkness conquers your world which was once filled up with light, when you are knocked down a thousand times , still you are ready to fight . At the very stage of life you need a flame of candle

Being Beautiful

Being Beautiful long poem

As the ink flows and the heart glows, While your words rejoice in an enormous light, How do you come up with another set of questions? And still have a peaceful plight.. Trust your instinct within, Feed your fire, fuel

Lost

Lost ballad

Where is my feeling of anticipation Where is my gentle voice of persuasion Where is my rock and my foundation Where is the ease of my frustration Where are your thoughts and your reflection Where is your support and your

Take Me As I Am

Take Me As I Am short poem

You say I’m rebellious. That it’s just a phase. But please listen to me when I tell you, that’s not the case. Some say I’m despicable, that I’ve lost my morals, but I’m not the only one, that their words

Dual Personality

Dual Personality long poem

Oh Man ! you exhibit your lone face outwardly but cleverly hide two more inwardly Outwardly you are seen to the naked Eye but your inward face often spins like two faces of the same coin without clarity You may

Alice got no malice….

Alice got no malice.... short poem

Once upon a time in Wonderland, there lived a girl called Alice. She had her fun, she had her gun, but she ain’t no full of malice. Born of love on a sabbath day, kissed to life by angels. Bless

Onward We Go

Onward We Go short poem

I have been on this journey for a long time. As long as I have Jesus I am fine. Every day I sing and pray. No longer on this earth do I wish to stay. I will not give up

Your Beautiful (lethal) Life

Your Beautiful (lethal) Life elegy

Shooting star With a quicksilver mind, You deserve to go so far, Can’t someone stop you Before you ruin your soul, With irreversible harm? Drinking all day, Every single day, Out of your head on booze, Is this the life,

I Live

I Live long poem

It was dark it was dread! It’s a place of death in death; Hole in hole of wholesome hole It was a place, full of dole- Penciled picture past damn hell: Seemed it vague, which eyes can’t tell But the

Gypsy

Gypsy short poem

My gypsy soul, my gypsy soul, oh we are on the move once more. To hidden valleys and secret places, to hear the ocean’s almighty roar. I long gave up in denying the yearning of opening my wings to soar.

Last Flowers

Last Flowers short poem

A hero demands affection, the heat for a surrogate role of a saviour of oppressed. Deafness increases towards the integrity of a failed man. To become something after impotence with implicit metaphysical rags worn in chains of blind silence. It

Pen

Pen short poem

Sometimes I would think what life be without ink how to express the sorrow or how to say there is a better tomorrow how will we say worry not I am there or do not give up I am here

Stand Out

Stand Out short poem

I don’t think you should go where everyone has been before Sitting on the fence makes no sense It’s either a yes or no And I think you should do what no one has done before Blaze your trail Don’t

Innocent Eyes?

Innocent Eyes? short poem

looking at her, I glazed into her innocent eyes never knowing the false truth hidden in ’em never could I imagine that it was her, never knew it was her. looking at her, I gazed into her innocent eyes believing

Always Remember

Always Remember ballad

To my beautiful babies… If you look for me but can’t see me… I’m in your reflection If you listen for me but can’t hear me… I’m in your laughter If you want to touch me but can’t feel me…

The Unbearable Loss

The Unbearable Loss short poem

She was lifeless without him, She felt incomplete without him, She became a poor girl without him, She was always bemoaning without him. She waited eagerly for his reply, But he was a senseless guy. Day and night seemed like

Sweet Saccharin Smile

Sweet Saccharin Smile short poem

My sweet saccharin smile feigned just for you, even shines in my eyes as I mentally plot your destruction. Small talk and lies drip from my lips like poisoned honey. No sleepless nights plague me, not even a minuscule pang

Fear Of Flying

Fear Of Flying short poem

In the midst of conversation A question rose out of the blue, What would I do if such opportunity were to arise. In a conversation about long term goals without hesitation or notion Without any specifics given to her question

Dear You

Dear You prose poem

You are twinkling in my eyes You are beating in my heart With you I wanna touch the skies And go with you too far Arrival I don’t remember But with you I wanna depart Without you I was precarious

A Slow Night In Downtown Wabash

A Slow Night In Downtown Wabash short poem

An old woman slings loose the accordion from her shoulder, feels her ribs expand draws a mental connection with the sag of her breasts and, broke, starts off home unseasonably warm for February a pack of dogs have run of