#smoker - Hello Poetry

Girls are pretty. Cigarettes are pretty. Guts are pretty too. I don’t think they are pretty in the same way. Girls are beautiful. Cigarettes are soothing. Guts are visceral. All of them are pretty, Just like me.

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Sep 11, 2025

Sep 11, 2025 at 10:12 AM UTC

-TS-

Butch(er)

Girls are pretty. Cigarettes are pretty. Guts are pretty too. I don’t think they are pretty in the same way. Girls are beautiful. Cigarettes are soothing. Guts are visceral. All of them are pretty, Just like me.

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Now we sit Here to smoke We pray to have The strongest **** Fill our lungs With THC and let the High come over thee 420

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Jan 18, 2022

Jan 18, 2022 at 4:09 PM UTC

TribalArts

Smoker's Prayer

Now we sit Here to smoke We pray to have The strongest **** Fill our lungs With THC and let the High come over thee 420

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I may be a smoker but I still think of the fruit when I hear cherry

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Jan 4, 2021

Jan 4, 2021 at 12:07 AM UTC

SatansLittleStalker

First Little Thing of a New Year

I may be a smoker but I still think of the fruit when I hear cherry

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the putrid smell of cigarette smoke and cheap whiskey breath feels like home. His arms felt like home, too. I knew him as the boy who’d party all night and make plans with me the next day only to sleep the whole time. I knew him as ****** noses from ******* and the young emphysemic cough that would **** a small part of me every time I heard it. I knew him as that big, stupid ******* smile. I knew him as the boy who’d ride his bike to my house but would always be too worn out to ride his bike with me. I knew him as far too charming for his own good. I knew him as perfectly imperfect. I know him as cold and unempathetic. I know him as the boy who refused to get on the phone with me for closure. I know him as unstable. I know him as manipulative. I know myself as someone who will never be more important than ******* I know myself as someone who will never be more important than cigarettes. I know myself as just another doll who was tossed to the side by a child who got bored. The fetor of a coffin nail and the acidic aroma of Highlands Red still reminds me of him— but only the version of him that I knew.

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Mar 2, 2020

Mar 2, 2020 at 4:13 PM UTC

dissociated

who i knew & who i know

the putrid smell of cigarette smoke and cheap whiskey breath feels like home. His arms felt like home, too. I knew him as the boy who’d party all night and make plans with me the next day only to sleep the whole time. I knew him as ****** noses from ******* and the young emphysemic cough that would **** a small part of me every time I heard it. I knew him as that big, stupid ******* smile. I knew him as the boy who’d ride his bike to my house but would always be too worn out to ride his bike with me. I knew him as far too charming for his own good. I knew him as perfectly imperfect. I know him as cold and unempathetic. I know him as the boy who refused to get on the phone with me for closure. I know him as unstable. I know him as manipulative. I know myself as someone who will never be more important than ******* I know myself as someone who will never be more important than cigarettes. I know myself as just another doll who was tossed to the side by a child who got bored. The fetor of a coffin nail and the acidic aroma of Highlands Red still reminds me of him— but only the version of him that I knew.

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She is a smoker no matter how people told her to stop and breathe for life She still smokes oh! dear god help the poor girl heal her heart A joint of bad memories lit with fire from her eyes she inhales the regrets and intakes the hatred she smoked and smoked until she herself she became hate

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Dec 26, 2018

Dec 26, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC

Tint_Grin

Smoker

She is a smoker no matter how people told her to stop and breathe for life She still smokes oh! dear god help the poor girl heal her heart A joint of bad memories lit with fire from her eyes she inhales the regrets and intakes the hatred she smoked and smoked until she herself she became hate

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Why do I want you so. Your bad for me, That I do know. Yet I pull you inside, Feel you within. I can't give you up. I always give in.

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Nov 1, 2018

Nov 1, 2018 at 4:30 AM UTC

a-darkened-mind

Sweet cigarette

Why do I want you so. Your bad for me, That I do know. Yet I pull you inside, Feel you within. I can't give you up. I always give in.

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Standing smoking under the front light looking out into the night on the step of another flat share which for a while I can dare to call home wondering when I will own a place of my own where I can kick up a stink or pile up the sink, where I can strike a light, where I can curse as loud as I like, where I don't have to take myself outside and stand staring at nothing with nothing but my key and the glow of my roll-your-own for company.

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Oct 25, 2018

Oct 25, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC

stevejeff

Standing smoking

Standing smoking under the front light looking out into the night on the step of another flat share which for a while I can dare to call home wondering when I will own a place of my own where I can kick up a stink or pile up the sink, where I can strike a light, where I can curse as loud as I like, where I don't have to take myself outside and stand staring at nothing with nothing but my key and the glow of my roll-your-own for company.

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this cigarette that I press against my lips, will do way less damage to me than you ever did. the taste will reside in my mouth momentarily, but it will vanish unlike your cherry chapstick that I'm trying to forget. smoke clouds swirl around me before the wind blows it all away— reminds me of the lingering memories of you I can't help but to replay. I might have a smokers cough someday, that's still better than enduring constant heartbreak. the pack in my back pocket is the only sense of relief I get from the agonizing daydreams, I still see how your dress ended at the seams. I was temporary to you, but you were permanent to me. . . exactly like all my bad tendencies.

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Sep 19, 2017

Sep 19, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC

makenzeeturk0

harmless habit

this cigarette that I press against my lips, will do way less damage to me than you ever did. the taste will reside in my mouth momentarily, but it will vanish unlike your cherry chapstick that I'm trying to forget. smoke clouds swirl around me before the wind blows it all away— reminds me of the lingering memories of you I can't help but to replay. I might have a smokers cough someday, that's still better than enduring constant heartbreak. the pack in my back pocket is the only sense of relief I get from the agonizing daydreams, I still see how your dress ended at the seams. I was temporary to you, but you were permanent to me. . . exactly like all my bad tendencies.

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Silence. Wait by the phone. Tears. You feel alone. Deep cuts. Addiction prone. Aroma. Fangirl, full blown. Protective. You treat me as your own. Singular. You left me to get ******

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Sep 10, 2017

Sep 10, 2017 at 9:53 AM UTC

mcgee004

Somebody I used to know

Silence. Wait by the phone. Tears. You feel alone. Deep cuts. Addiction prone. Aroma. Fangirl, full blown. Protective. You treat me as your own. Singular. You left me to get ******

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Headache from smoke intake Heartbreak from a mistake

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Sep 10, 2017

Sep 10, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC

mcgee004

Head and heart

Headache from smoke intake Heartbreak from a mistake

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Ash filling these delicate dandelion lungs Smothering your beautiful eyes and smokey smile A romantic tragedy Falling more and more in love with you.

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Aug 5, 2017

Aug 5, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC

Torsten

12:01 am

Ash filling these delicate dandelion lungs Smothering your beautiful eyes and smokey smile A romantic tragedy Falling more and more in love with you.

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lessons are learned and hatred hurts but i'll slip away from your grip just to feel the burn on my lips down my throat in my lungs overdose i might not live my body could reject this poison boys & ***** & smoke filled rooms where'd you go my girl? overdose don't get too close recovery only lasts for a time but then times up & it's back to the bottle & drunken kisses & rolled up death notes overdose no one knows i can't help it relapse many times in a row third times a charm that's how life goes you get real high & then down you go overdose

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Jun 16, 2017

Jun 16, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC

peace-seeker

overdose

lessons are learned and hatred hurts but i'll slip away from your grip just to feel the burn on my lips down my throat in my lungs overdose i might not live my body could reject this poison boys & ***** & smoke filled rooms where'd you go my girl? overdose don't get too close recovery only lasts for a time but then times up & it's back to the bottle & drunken kisses & rolled up death notes overdose no one knows i can't help it relapse many times in a row third times a charm that's how life goes you get real high & then down you go overdose

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I know it's late but I have to go There's some family drama, I'm lying I know The truth of it is that I can't stay here much longer My brain is a mess and I think it's my father I'm just gonna go, although I shouldn't be driving I smoked too much grass and intoxication is thriving I found me a spot parked 'neath this neon sign I'll try to catch a snooze although it's almost waking time As I drift off in peace in the backseat of my car the old smoker's cough is a steady to my heart

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Dec 15, 2016

Dec 15, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC

Lyricalmind

3 a.m. is calling

I know it's late but I have to go There's some family drama, I'm lying I know The truth of it is that I can't stay here much longer My brain is a mess and I think it's my father I'm just gonna go, although I shouldn't be driving I smoked too much grass and intoxication is thriving I found me a spot parked 'neath this neon sign I'll try to catch a snooze although it's almost waking time As I drift off in peace in the backseat of my car the old smoker's cough is a steady to my heart

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I inhaled the lethal smoke from the stick between my fingers, eyes closed as I submit myself getting lost to its effect. Exhaling as if a long day's conflicted thoughts would dissipate along with it.

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Aug 24, 2016

Aug 24, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC

ktn-prl

Smoker

I inhaled the lethal smoke from the stick between my fingers, eyes closed as I submit myself getting lost to its effect. Exhaling as if a long day's conflicted thoughts would dissipate along with it.

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Trying to Breathe I'm sure when my Mom brought me into this world, She would have never imagined I would have done something so stupid. That day 1964 is still clear as hell..blowing clouds of "killa" with my very first smoke. Kissed my first girl and smoked my first cigarette all on the sameday..Milestone..NOT Nothing but a cool fool...So Cool.....My *** was frosted over! This COPD death sentence reeks of a smell you never get rid of. Shallow strained breathing keeps time with syncopated heart beats. And if your a smoker my friend I know this message is gonna get your attention. Let the message sink in and swirl around your head like those clouds of "killa". And remember this................ "You can't delete racism. It's like a cigarette, you can't stop smoking if you don't want to and you can't delete racism if people don't want to. But I'll continue do everything I can to help!" -K.E. Carman 2015

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Feb 5, 2016

Feb 5, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC

kurt-carman

Life's Little Lessons - Part III

Trying to Breathe I'm sure when my Mom brought me into this world, She would have never imagined I would have done something so stupid. That day 1964 is still clear as hell..blowing clouds of "killa" with my very first smoke. Kissed my first girl and smoked my first cigarette all on the sameday..Milestone..NOT Nothing but a cool fool...So Cool.....My *** was frosted over! This COPD death sentence reeks of a smell you never get rid of. Shallow strained breathing keeps time with syncopated heart beats. And if your a smoker my friend I know this message is gonna get your attention. Let the message sink in and swirl around your head like those clouds of "killa". And remember this................ "You can't delete racism. It's like a cigarette, you can't stop smoking if you don't want to and you can't delete racism if people don't want to. But I'll continue do everything I can to help!" -K.E. Carman 2015

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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

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Jan 28, 2016

Jan 28, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC

TherealNova

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

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i read and re-read your poems, over and over i burn through them like cigarettes rich, mellow, and solitary risky, euphoric, and momentary lots of people think they are bad for you, ya know, that classic nicotine hate but there are lots of things everyone does to get thru, like loving someone in a different state... but i know a chain smoker who is 82, and have you seen jessica lange? she's smokin' up in every frame and she is not afraid and he is not afraid so i am not afraid but i do smoke an awful lot these days.... and this turkish royal that hangs off my lips has nothing on the gorgeousness of your semantics; the genuine complexity of your consciousness the only difference between you & cigarettes, is that i'll eventually put smoking to rest but my love for you? will stay the same i could puff on your words for days, and it doesn't even hurt

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Dec 6, 2015

Dec 6, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC

geminiiiiiidk

vice inertia

i read and re-read your poems, over and over i burn through them like cigarettes rich, mellow, and solitary risky, euphoric, and momentary lots of people think they are bad for you, ya know, that classic nicotine hate but there are lots of things everyone does to get thru, like loving someone in a different state... but i know a chain smoker who is 82, and have you seen jessica lange? she's smokin' up in every frame and she is not afraid and he is not afraid so i am not afraid but i do smoke an awful lot these days.... and this turkish royal that hangs off my lips has nothing on the gorgeousness of your semantics; the genuine complexity of your consciousness the only difference between you & cigarettes, is that i'll eventually put smoking to rest but my love for you? will stay the same i could puff on your words for days, and it doesn't even hurt

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With lips Like Hershey Kisses, So sweetly, You draw me in. Like honey dripping To a fly, You draw me in. Like a beautiful And smelling flower to a bee flying free, You draw me in. Like a smoker Wanting their Nicotine, You draw me in. With a grin Not unlike a Crescent moon's, You draw me in. Like an alcoholic searching for one last drop of Gin, You draw me in. Like a little lamb, Drawn to a lion In search of a friend, You draw me in.

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Sep 29, 2015

Sep 29, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC

CallMeShynie

You Draw Me In

With lips Like Hershey Kisses, So sweetly, You draw me in. Like honey dripping To a fly, You draw me in. Like a beautiful And smelling flower to a bee flying free, You draw me in. Like a smoker Wanting their Nicotine, You draw me in. With a grin Not unlike a Crescent moon's, You draw me in. Like an alcoholic searching for one last drop of Gin, You draw me in. Like a little lamb, Drawn to a lion In search of a friend, You draw me in.

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the burning tip of your half-smoked cigarette is the light at the end of my dark tunnel

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Aug 17, 2015

Aug 17, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC

blindsight

looking for salvation in the secular age

the burning tip of your half-smoked cigarette is the light at the end of my dark tunnel

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Cigarette after cigarette You smoke until you choke Grinding **** and sparking bowls Does it not get old? I fell in love with a chimney As wonderful as he may be But I question how much more I can take of this Before brushing off the smoke To leave

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Mar 17, 2015

Mar 17, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC

SuccesfullyBroken

Dating A Smoker (When You Do Not Smoke)

Cigarette after cigarette You smoke until you choke Grinding **** and sparking bowls Does it not get old? I fell in love with a chimney As wonderful as he may be But I question how much more I can take of this Before brushing off the smoke To leave

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Cancer sticks. Burning lungs. Smelly breath. Yellow teeth. Hanging out of a mouth like a silly clown prop. Take a drag Tar smothering the lungs limiting their functionality. Cool look when you're 12! Hell at 42 when the lungs no longer function and your body is poisoned by the uncool part of a *** you can't see!

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Jan 22, 2015

Jan 22, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC

rh-78

Smoking

Cancer sticks. Burning lungs. Smelly breath. Yellow teeth. Hanging out of a mouth like a silly clown prop. Take a drag Tar smothering the lungs limiting their functionality. Cool look when you're 12! Hell at 42 when the lungs no longer function and your body is poisoned by the uncool part of a *** you can't see!

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