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Poet-Whisperer Feb 2015
Shining star
Shining oh so high
Take me far
Take me tonight
Times up
I'm lost in thought
I need a smoke
Oh ****...
I lost my pipe.
Tannor Fortin Dec 2014
With Every Breath My Life Is Changed,
With Every Puff Of Smoke Exhaled,
Life Is Easier On The Other Side,
Don't Be Afraid To Run And Hide,
The Pain And Fear Just Goes Away,
All Behind The Glossy Haze,
The Powers It Has Oh My,
Those Powers Do More Than Just Amaze Our Eyes,
I Found Myself And You Can Too,
Just Pick Up The Pipe And Don't Feel The Blue.
This is a poem I wrote, expressing simple feelings and opinions.
Ezra Nov 2014
Dry
A pipe -- deferred
The American Dream
Shrivels
Raisin in the
Sun
Gigi Tiji Oct 2014
spark of life
touches earth
leaves crackle and
explode into breath

in deep romance, my
lungs kiss smoke
and Spirit expands within

sinking and
soaking through skin

deep into my roots dripping
into channels of rivers flowing
freely to my brain crackling
with neurons ever grasping
dendritically to reach
nutritious extrapolations
stormy interpretations
and interpolations

crackling
branches of
white birch lightning
Eleanor Rigby Sep 2014
If I made a list of things
I would like to own
It would have
A garden on the roof,
Maybe a pipe that I wouldn't even use,
A collection of every Smiths' record,
A yellow bird that I would call Jules,
I'm not sure,
I could do with a bottle of Perrier right now,
Oh and my own house
Right by the sea.
I don't care about the order
I just know
That right on the top
It would have
you.


F.Z.N
Talarah Shepherd Jun 2014
I look out at the light
red filling in my eyes
with Indica rising
I look like I
Am a textbook stoner
preparing for the test
by reading all the answers
there is no question left
except the meaning of life
which I might well express
except again, I thought up
another good question
again I realize that I
don't know for sure where my pipe is.

It's about this big. Like between the size of an index finger and a *****.
I know that's vague because I didn't specify yours or mine
--But my ***** is twenty inches long
and a device that long would probably be a water pipe.

(I don't want to get arrested)
Obama's listening, oh
and I don't own one, oh
seriously, did you see where I put that ******* thing?
It's No Cash Monday.
Xiomara Garcia Apr 2014
What is sanity?The only time my head is rational is when the smoke floats out through my parted lips,placing me into another realm.When the pipe is gone I'm thrown into a world of chaos and worry.A world where I'm too scared to take a step out my front door.I guess not all of us are cut out to be normal.
ms reluctance Apr 2014
I attempted to
ensnare my darkest desires
with the help of dreamcatchers.

Filter out all those
recycled thoughts to unveil
a pipe dream that is just mine.
NaPoWriMo Day 12
Poetry form: Sedoka

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