#cigarette poems on Hello Poetry

rose Sep 2018

...

I had coffee and a cigarette for breakfast
So yeah I'm doing fine
I've become good at taking weight off of other peoples shoulders
and
Searching for happiness in everything

:)

#coffee #cigarette #breakfast #fine #good #weight #peoples #happiness #searching #people

Ian Aug 2018

bent cigarette

addiction as if it’s gold

yearning for the time of marigolds

quick, fleeting; never satiated

even a bent cigarette

will have to do

#addiction #nicotine #smoking #cigarette #drugs

Shaxy Aug 2018

Bad (10W).

Smoking is bad,
but he looks good
with a cigarette.

I watched him take a long drag of the cigarette.
Gosh, he looks **** doing it.

#tenwordstory #10words #10wordstory #poetry #smoking #bad #cigarette

Matthew Sutton Aug 2018

Backyard Landscape

A reflection - maybe that is what I see
A replication - maybe that is what I am trying to be

        and as I sit on this back-deck
        my left foot dangles over the left railing

        and in this midnight the street-light beams with confidence
        and
        as my eyes adjust
        The shadow grows
        Mine or your’s? - I do not know.

A miniature volcano decays between my fingertips
A moment of false peace
    -    a vapor
        come & gone
        a memory shrouded in nicotine
        lying within a bottomless ashtray
        This is the back-yard landscape    -

(1/1)

#cigarette #backyard #midnight #reflection #quit

Jasmine Reid Aug 2018

Nicotine.

my eyes are drenched with the oceans tears, vast and never ending.
my throat is choked in a bile of desperate words that want to be free.
my wrists burning in this warming sensation, that I want to cut out.
my lungs filled with the reminiscing smoke that was your words, laughter and smile.

It's given me cancer.

The cigarette **** that I kept consuming even though everyone told me to quit. I tired too, I'm still trying but then I keep crawling back to this needle and inject my veins with a distraction.
I feel warm, and I'm breathing normally, but then it settles in, I'm empty, needing to calm myself down with the sound of your voice that I can't hear.

get out of my head.

#depression #badromance #cigarette #drugs #sadpoem #drugpoem #addict #addiction

Amira Jul 2018

Resumption of my Presence

I exist in his lower lip,
and upper teeth.

I exist in the way he used to say my name,
twisted and voluptuous.

I exist in the shade of his black curtains,
the last breathe of his cigarette,
and the slow sip of his drink.

I exist in the backseat of his car,
3 a.m sharp on his wrist watch,
and every knock on my bedroom door.

I exist in the sake of our past,
in every attempt of forgetting him without losing myself,
but I do not exist in his memory.

A.T

#exist #lip #him #cigarette #car #3am #presence #memory #past

Anakaren Davila Jul 2018

Red ashes light my way

Here’s another cigarette
I light in your name.

“What’s his name?”
I hear them say

I don’t even know,
But I know how you taste.

You taste like summer
With a hint of sweet red grapes.

#cigarette #light #night #moon #taste #mouth #red