#weed poems on Hello Poetry

EEZ Feb 2016

Let's be earnest.
I mean, let's just burn it—to the roach,
and we'll all toast, pretending like
we've earned it.
Earnest.
Here's to the all the things
we love the most:
here's to blowing smoke and
to doing enough coke to let our
noses bleed. Let's just scream
"**** the masses!" See,
we'll be back, like vapor from the ashes.
Let's be earnest, we
live life, we live it
to the fastest. Clinking
champagne glasses until life
just puff puff
passes.

#life #drugs #honesty #existential #smoke #**** #substance

Brent Kincaid Feb 2016

BACK TO THE ****** AGE

Sorry, dude. I must admit
I find it more than pathetic
That you experience life
With sorrow about some of it
That you don’t have a drug
To take to help appreciate
Something that is amazing
And really needs no chemical
To help you exaggerate
What is really going on
And pretend it is better
Or somehow transcendent
As if water can be wetter.

But it is as if time warped
And I have gone backward
To talk to myself about it
And then zapped forward
To see what a saturate
What a wet-brained fool
I was back then, it’s true.
I was a tin-plated tool.
I measured my existence
One dime bag at a time
Giggling with stoner friends
About my forays into crime;
Selling backs of skunk ****
When nobody else had any
Good stuff or bad stuff.
And I was the one with plenty.

Walking through Hollywood
With stoner friends and flakes
Singing as we stumbled along
About life and what it takes
To satisfy *** hounds those days.
***, drugs and rock and roll
And pride in our half-witted ways.
Learning how to roll pinners
Of a buddy’s stash on the sly
While he was taking a whizz
And couldn’t ask me why.
Learning how to properly treat
The remaining sticks and stones
And confiscating the roaches
When the others left them alone.

That was the cannabis coalition
The Sativa Society at its height.
We worked in the daytime and
Got ******* most every night.
And sooner or later, on the job
In the bathroom or on the roof.
I didn’t think of it addiction.
I still needed further proof.
I needed to try to buy ****
From a government man I met.
Fortunately I bailed on that
Before adding one more big regret.
Life has gotten better since then
No more outside dependence.
I quit before the drugs became
The entire focus of my existence.

#poetry #addiction #up #**** #smoking #recovery #marijuana #****** #****** #dope

Nebek Wormer Feb 2016

SONEB:N.C.E.

ever find it funny how how how how it all just goes on
no matter what
people say this, people say that
doomsday around the corner
at the drop of a hat
but the next day always comes
bright n early and on time
when will the day come?
''''''
words breaking
bodies shaking
beautiful thunder
ringing, reverberating throughout vessels
ethereal, physical, inanimate
cars rocking steady
beds creaking
echoes of soundwaves vibrating
Precipitation
always been waiting
for such a moment
touch of flesh potent
been waiting for this moment
is it everything wanted?
''''''
fading
swaying
breaking
subtly
noticed
when walking boldest
incomprehensible to consciousness
but deep within ancestral blood
subconscious behavior
''''
eyelids paint black
out like a match
burnt from decay
feelings never want to stay
stand still, yet sway
falling off on a decay
dry whippin with no delay
but with a fade, deep down, once locked in cage
where answers lay
within;without
look around
peepin corners
under curtains
eyes looking
something cooking
brooth for thought
keys to mind identified
moving on with presence of now
move like crow bringing woe to everyone around
feel positivity under negative dualistic attributes
working towards retribution
ever so steadily, but with swift foot guile
familiarity with these tiles shifting and forming, morphing into something new, always and forever nothing I pretend, but something ego cant depend.
~~~~~~
Pilot
lighting away
lightning distant, not far away
close like word on street
but stuck in suburbia
trapped in isolation
land molested by white devil hands
rooted deep in the finest grains of sand
in ancient lands
Looking outside of the glass,
reflections of past, a future smudged, but faintly visible
Outside of the glass is the infinite moment of now,
somehow,
untouched by human hands,
something only observed outside of observance
energy in abundance pouring out of fountains in mountains o brooth
no one believes, but its a truth
partial to the bigger picture
is a caption really necessary?
''''''
on and on and on and on and on
it goes ever so
built oppression
neglected expression
stuck on false thoughts and feelings
redirecting sails into new lands
a new perspective
new flesh
~~~~~
Evil consciousness
Suzerian possession takes sway,
stage the show
(haiku)

nevergone,alwayshere,neverclear,steadysteer,destinationsneverclear,itisalwayshere,
Account is collecting webs
but never neglected.
This posting is a collaboration
of sudden inspiration

#fire #inspiration #hot #**** #flow #prose #subconscious #bars #collaboration

Nova Jan 2016

Clouded Mind

You know you have good bud when finger tips are sticky
No seeds
Stems bend not break
Dank aroma sparks desire to elevate
Roll
Burn
Puff
Laugh
THC makes me lazy
Left sober with nothing to eat

Mom yells beacause an empty plate is left from what was eaten
A fork and syrup remain where flapjacks once layed
Lips sticky
A flying saucer lands on carpet
Ants investigate because I am lazy
Brain stimulation allows for barriers to be broken
Stress lives on the first floor but on A roof dwells laughs
So often I catch an elevator

Only mellow tunes can be heard on this elevator
Food for thought is french rolled not eaten
Worries drowned out from laughter
Now no situation seems too sticky
Ambition for new ideas can't be broken
At these heights interest has home field advantage over laziness

Nothing good ever comes to the lazy
Full potential could never elevate
Bad habits leave you broke
If you don't work you don't eat
Situations become sticky
When it's back to the first floor where presense is absence of laughter

Only to keep from crying do I laugh
No longer high I mope around lazily
Mouth salivating for something rank and sticky
No alternatives for an out of order elevator
Kitchen cabinets bear nothing to eat
I am broke

But my spirits never broken
Sadly I watch other people laugh
Watch other people eat
Who's is really to blame for being lazy?
Stairwells are alternatives for elevators
There's nothing like being high on life
Less sticky

#addiction #depression #**** #high #recovery #marijuana #smoker

Jesse Cox Dec 2015

Teenage Poetry

If I have to tell myself
on a Wednesday—
a Wednesday morning no less—
that I should think
a little more than usual
because I am, after all,
getting high and still
a little drunk,
then I’m making another drink.

But now, when I get smoke in my eyes
or puke before noon
or spend all my money online
or eat all the oreos
I won’t know where I’ll be tomorrow.
There are only so many
stop signs to steal,
and besides,
they always get replaced.

But I still want to stay drunk
and spend my Wednesday mornings high
and puke when I wanna
and spend my whole paycheck online
and eat more oreos.

If I could settle down,
then I would settle down.
Isn’t that how the song goes?

From Fall 2015 portfolio

#poetry #life #alcohol #drugs #thoughts #change #angst #**** #teenage #oreos

Ahchosi Grandiose Jan 2016

Huh **** Un Be Defferent?

It feels so vivid (frequency)

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Constantly thinking every minute. ^ v

Huh **** un be  defferent ?

If the NEW sttlyle is toby differant.

If these words were a drug

(  Cough- needle hits arm.  )

                                               I will never kick it.

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Peep the will in me.

Emotional stability.

Responsibility.  ( Freedom = responsibility )

In  Truth  ,  Love  ,

& symmetry.

My patience...

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My life After death

Only a lucky few shall recycle my genius.

The lack of human stimulation

did not amaze him..

Annoyed with their commotion.

Lifeforms

distracted through mixed emotions.

The catacombs. the dead resurfaces  as I write this poem.

This is all expressed to my ocean.

Trust it.

Climb the summit.

Learn to rise above it.

My communication.

My operation.

My construct.

     He had a schizophrenic disease.

I'm NOT SCHIZOPHRENIC. BUT it seems my disobedience is what sets me free.

Simply put, spelling and grammer are simply
CONTROL mechanisms for the weak minded. It
diverts the TRUE purpose of LANGUAGE - which
is to CONVEY A MESSAGE. The cattle on the other
hand thinks language (due to the concept of
grammar) is some sort of sport, where you get
points for doing things 'correctly' and with 'skill'
and for 'following the rules'.
NO! YOU can say, write, or express whatever,
or however you want to.

#nature #story #below #nerves #**** #alice #tea #vapor #above

Styles Dec 2015

Mary Jane

I need my love, my good love is what I need
For sure,
I need my love, my good love is what I need
For sure,
I need my love, my good love is what I need
And if you share your love with me, a better person I will be

I had a woman but my woman left me long ago
she said,
I found another man, so I won't be needing your love no more
I said,
Please no baby, stay I need you and I’ll die if you go
she just, kissed her teeth, as she walked out, she slammed the door

I need my love, my good love is what I need
For sure,
I need my love, my good love is what I need
For sure,
I need my love, my good love is what I need
And if you share your love with me, a better person I will be

my heart is broken, so broken you don't want to know
For sure
and still i love her, her lovin more precious than gold
for sure
I love her so much this feeling ain’t never getting old
whoever created perfect, used her to make the mold

I need my love, my good love is what I need
For sure,
I need my love, my good love is what I need
For sure,
I need my love, my good love is what I need
And if you share your love with me, a better person I will be

She knows I still lover, even though she act like she don't know.
Now, I’m left here all alone, walking down this lonely road.
Been letting it take me, wherever it wants to go,
where it will end, only time can let us know.

Now, I don’t know if she will ever come back around,
all I know is that since she’s been gone, my world's came crumbling down.
And all I need is for her to love me, get me off this bottomless ground.
Without her in my world, I don’t want to see tomorrow,
I rather die, than have to face that sorrow.
I need her high,
does someone have some I can borrow?
Better to lose myself to the her,
than get lost in another bottle.

I need my love, my good love is what I need
For sure,
I need my love, my good love is what I need
For sure,
I need my love, my good love is what I need
And if you share your love with me, a better person I will be

#love #poem #poetry #hope #relationships #*** #smoke #**** #high

Kunal Kar Dec 2015

Guilty Cents

The waves of intoxicated clouds,
Rifled with the gun powder,
At the labels of green dark stripes,
Where we sat like bloomed flowers.

The light from the far beyond,
Has stood on the sublime figure,
Where the lost place dipped in silence,
Has been warmed by my sweater.

Thy the alchemy of nature leaves,
With a rift of that muse hemp,
Has stood this night's track,
And the eyes smiled as an oil lamp.

The night's tale has rowed to my old memory,
The storm has had a swift end,
Through hard life, and surrenders,
I still miss those guilty cents.

#life #adventure #winter #night #memory #**** #sweater #cannabis