"ciggerette" poems - Hello Poetry

Let, The smoke go to your brain, Even though, We're told, It only fills our lungs, Cuz you just wanted fun, For a night, And now, Your obsession growls, While you try, Not to let, It, Engulf you.

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Jan 25, 2017

Jan 25, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC

miriam-harrington

Ciggerette smoke

Let, The smoke go to your brain, Even though, We're told, It only fills our lungs, Cuz you just wanted fun, For a night, And now, Your obsession growls, While you try, Not to let, It, Engulf you.

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A poorly rolled ciggerette And a limp **** smothered in regret He asked the angel who forgot to wear her wings "How long till my forgiveness sings?" She smiled non shalontly "My dear that is quiet a gaunt But for so long as sinners taunt the slits on my arms will grin And so long as cheaters win The air from my lungs will thin To long of this I fear and none shall win But hope in death. Your forgiveness rings So sit young traveler and rest your weary eyes. Hide yourself from this world's lies "

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Aug 10, 2015

Aug 10, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC

Actualityandfalseness

The man who found his wings

A poorly rolled ciggerette And a limp **** smothered in regret He asked the angel who forgot to wear her wings "How long till my forgiveness sings?" She smiled non shalontly "My dear that is quiet a gaunt But for so long as sinners taunt the slits on my arms will grin And so long as cheaters win The air from my lungs will thin To long of this I fear and none shall win But hope in death. Your forgiveness rings So sit young traveler and rest your weary eyes. Hide yourself from this world's lies "

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She stares in to my eyes I feel the pain behind hers I run my fingers through her hair She smiles We kiss She takes my hand in hers I can hear the thumping of her heart Most people don't phaze me I can drop them without a thought You stole my soul You can keep it We lay down beside eachother Half way embraced Am I really this lucky I watch you get up and light a ciggerette You come back and sit down on my lap I smile You hand me the ciggerette But before I could take a drag you kiss me Again and again Until I can hardly breathe I like this feeling Breatheless only because you have taken all my air Your fine red lips trace mine They tingle I can't stop myself from smiling You laugh "I've never been this happy" You say "Me either" I say We lay their quietly Staring at eachother In complete ecstacy "i'm so glad your mine"

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Jul 24, 2013

Jul 24, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC

Writers_block

Sweet heart.

She stares in to my eyes I feel the pain behind hers I run my fingers through her hair She smiles We kiss She takes my hand in hers I can hear the thumping of her heart Most people don't phaze me I can drop them without a thought You stole my soul You can keep it We lay down beside eachother Half way embraced Am I really this lucky I watch you get up and light a ciggerette You come back and sit down on my lap I smile You hand me the ciggerette But before I could take a drag you kiss me Again and again Until I can hardly breathe I like this feeling Breatheless only because you have taken all my air Your fine red lips trace mine They tingle I can't stop myself from smiling You laugh "I've never been this happy" You say "Me either" I say We lay their quietly Staring at eachother In complete ecstacy "i'm so glad your mine"

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There isn’t a day where I stop and think why I smoke and damage my body with the impurity of chemicals that wind down my life. I have read the warning label informing you it’s hazardous and potentially fatal, but what I have come to realize Is that I don’t smoke because I fear death but because I am full of damaging psychological pathogens that lurk in the hollow bits of my bones that poison me with anxiety, fear, love, and the inability to handle myself around you. What they don’t warn you about in those labels is the fact that one day you’ll meet a girl with the same afflictions as the nicotine inside tobacco based products, where you have to get your fair dosage or your hands shake violently like hurricanes and tsunamis. You crave her touch every day the way the grass craves the sunlight. She becomes the addiction that wakes you at 5 a.m. With the urge to touch her body the way your fingers hold ciggerette in between two fingers in perfect harmony. But how I wish I could have you now than these pathetic sticks of cancerous effects, where your effects ****** my mind with touch and words, your breath in my lungs. I dislike how I’m still here smoking, wondering why it isn’t you that I still inhale, whom I crave every morning before dusk. And then I realize, I broke the habit, and I’m no longer addicted to the serene smell your skin, or the touch, wetness of your lips, or perhaps the way you said my name. Until today, I feel like I have to have you inside my bloodstream, but relapsing would take me back to those times where I wished I had you, and you weren’t around. I want you around. Please be my addiction again.

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Apr 9, 2014

Apr 9, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC

jessy-ivan-diaz

The warning labels on cigarettes

There isn’t a day where I stop and think why I smoke and damage my body with the impurity of chemicals that wind down my life. I have read the warning label informing you it’s hazardous and potentially fatal, but what I have come to realize Is that I don’t smoke because I fear death but because I am full of damaging psychological pathogens that lurk in the hollow bits of my bones that poison me with anxiety, fear, love, and the inability to handle myself around you. What they don’t warn you about in those labels is the fact that one day you’ll meet a girl with the same afflictions as the nicotine inside tobacco based products, where you have to get your fair dosage or your hands shake violently like hurricanes and tsunamis. You crave her touch every day the way the grass craves the sunlight. She becomes the addiction that wakes you at 5 a.m. With the urge to touch her body the way your fingers hold ciggerette in between two fingers in perfect harmony. But how I wish I could have you now than these pathetic sticks of cancerous effects, where your effects ****** my mind with touch and words, your breath in my lungs. I dislike how I’m still here smoking, wondering why it isn’t you that I still inhale, whom I crave every morning before dusk. And then I realize, I broke the habit, and I’m no longer addicted to the serene smell your skin, or the touch, wetness of your lips, or perhaps the way you said my name. Until today, I feel like I have to have you inside my bloodstream, but relapsing would take me back to those times where I wished I had you, and you weren’t around. I want you around. Please be my addiction again.

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Everything around me spends ... As I'm sitting on the toilet.... Time stops for no one ... How am I going to pass this class... What am I doing with this ciggerette.. I hate being lonely... I hate seeing other people together... Let me get on Facebook ... There is nothing on Facebook ... Let me get on Instagram... **** , no one liked my pictures ... No one cares about me ... How am I suppose to live my life .. When am I going to be happy ... When will I get a car... Am I ugly ... Do I smell.. What will people do if I die ... How am I suppose to live with this ... I am going to fail my classes... My mother will kick me out... My brother hates my guts... Are my friends my true friends.... Will someone walk in the restroom ... They think I'm ******** They think I'm peeing.. They really don't care.. No one cares about me ... Why am I African American ... Do I have purpose in life ... Well I need to study more.... I love skrillex so much ... I love dubstep even more ... Music and drawing is my life ... Everything right now ***** but I guess it'll get better huh......

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Apr 17, 2014

Apr 17, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC

Knoddology

Thinking so much

Everything around me spends ... As I'm sitting on the toilet.... Time stops for no one ... How am I going to pass this class... What am I doing with this ciggerette.. I hate being lonely... I hate seeing other people together... Let me get on Facebook ... There is nothing on Facebook ... Let me get on Instagram... **** , no one liked my pictures ... No one cares about me ... How am I suppose to live my life .. When am I going to be happy ... When will I get a car... Am I ugly ... Do I smell.. What will people do if I die ... How am I suppose to live with this ... I am going to fail my classes... My mother will kick me out... My brother hates my guts... Are my friends my true friends.... Will someone walk in the restroom ... They think I'm ******** They think I'm peeing.. They really don't care.. No one cares about me ... Why am I African American ... Do I have purpose in life ... Well I need to study more.... I love skrillex so much ... I love dubstep even more ... Music and drawing is my life ... Everything right now ***** but I guess it'll get better huh......

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Let me show you my pain Let me show you my longing Let me show you view A perfect breakfast Sunlight shining down warming my skin A perfect cup of coffee A ciggerette just lit with the whips of smoke catching the sunlight A ****** breakfast A moment caught in between perfect and terrifying A moment of peace and pain No distraction from thought or feeling A bitter sweet morning breakfast A view of the world from someone else's eyes Perfect captured beauty an image of someone's mind The feelings rise with the symmetry of there view but lack the full impact Why can I understand but not feel A moment of pleasure and a pain An irony set out for another day A look caught across the train A look caught while walking down the street The smile and warmth the missed moment A moment of agony knowing it will never be yours to know there desire A chased moment as two lips meet The tearing of clothes in passion A must so strong no thought can intrude A perfect moment in time music playing in the back ground Two hearts beating side by side It ends as it always does and everybody knows it can never continue A memory of shared pain and remembrance A look into my soul and you see the pain not emotion just pain nothing left of emotion A tear rolling down a cheek weather mine or yours it doesn't matter because it's a shared memory of pain neither same or different an echo of agony neither can understand See my world and understand the depth See my point of view and know what there is to know See the pain and remember your own Find your way to remind yourself that this world has reasons to live My point of view is just one and reasons have yet to be found but I'm still looking through tinted eyes to find my reason.

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Jun 19, 2018

Jun 19, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC

pookie

Point of view

Let me show you my pain Let me show you my longing Let me show you view A perfect breakfast Sunlight shining down warming my skin A perfect cup of coffee A ciggerette just lit with the whips of smoke catching the sunlight A ****** breakfast A moment caught in between perfect and terrifying A moment of peace and pain No distraction from thought or feeling A bitter sweet morning breakfast A view of the world from someone else's eyes Perfect captured beauty an image of someone's mind The feelings rise with the symmetry of there view but lack the full impact Why can I understand but not feel A moment of pleasure and a pain An irony set out for another day A look caught across the train A look caught while walking down the street The smile and warmth the missed moment A moment of agony knowing it will never be yours to know there desire A chased moment as two lips meet The tearing of clothes in passion A must so strong no thought can intrude A perfect moment in time music playing in the back ground Two hearts beating side by side It ends as it always does and everybody knows it can never continue A memory of shared pain and remembrance A look into my soul and you see the pain not emotion just pain nothing left of emotion A tear rolling down a cheek weather mine or yours it doesn't matter because it's a shared memory of pain neither same or different an echo of agony neither can understand See my world and understand the depth See my point of view and know what there is to know See the pain and remember your own Find your way to remind yourself that this world has reasons to live My point of view is just one and reasons have yet to be found but I'm still looking through tinted eyes to find my reason.

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Ruined morning So up and early Rarely motivated My eyes burning Washed face Awaken my nerves My kingdom Forgotten words Misplaced Foul taste Ciggerette smoke Chokes Broke Looking for rope Give me head Lay in bed Your lips pink & red I finally sleep After i weep Forever feeling incomplete

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Feb 12, 2013

Feb 12, 2013 at 1:15 PM UTC

norman-lyons

I'm everywhere

Ruined morning So up and early Rarely motivated My eyes burning Washed face Awaken my nerves My kingdom Forgotten words Misplaced Foul taste Ciggerette smoke Chokes Broke Looking for rope Give me head Lay in bed Your lips pink & red I finally sleep After i weep Forever feeling incomplete

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The cabin lights dim and my mind is lit like a fresh ciggerette. Everyone else has turned to ash already, and I am left to be smoked by your shadow, who enjoys this way too much. She inhales me into her soul, where I feel warmth and comfort Before exhaling me into thin air, To drift into the wind and fade into a most unwelcomed haze. Too easily forgotten.

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Jul 21, 2013

Jul 21, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC

jiminy-cricket

No Rest On A Restless Flight

The cabin lights dim and my mind is lit like a fresh ciggerette. Everyone else has turned to ash already, and I am left to be smoked by your shadow, who enjoys this way too much. She inhales me into her soul, where I feel warmth and comfort Before exhaling me into thin air, To drift into the wind and fade into a most unwelcomed haze. Too easily forgotten.

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The only thing I felt today Was the burn of the suns radiance on my legs, The only salvation was the light Cracklings of my last ciggerette. I watch the letters smolder brown to black. Blackness flaking off of smokes back. Dancing off in it's bittersweet serenade I've succumbed to what exsistance I have made I only wish to walk in the footsteps In the last of my happiness.

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May 21, 2014

May 21, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC

A

Chainsmoker

The only thing I felt today Was the burn of the suns radiance on my legs, The only salvation was the light Cracklings of my last ciggerette. I watch the letters smolder brown to black. Blackness flaking off of smokes back. Dancing off in it's bittersweet serenade I've succumbed to what exsistance I have made I only wish to walk in the footsteps In the last of my happiness.

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Elliot dressed in black for the wedding. Elliot took my hand and said he; loved none before. "And will you take me in sickness?" For the man was definitely sick. And the vicor lit up a ciggerette in the Church of White Notley, the only fool in white. "I now pronounce you both... Well... You know." And the only two cheered and forced and was showed. It could of been a happy ending Al. But I can't help not loving you.

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Nov 27, 2018

Nov 27, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC

alfredwhitnell

Wedding Under The Bridge.

Elliot dressed in black for the wedding. Elliot took my hand and said he; loved none before. "And will you take me in sickness?" For the man was definitely sick. And the vicor lit up a ciggerette in the Church of White Notley, the only fool in white. "I now pronounce you both... Well... You know." And the only two cheered and forced and was showed. It could of been a happy ending Al. But I can't help not loving you.

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You are born mother weeps then smiles a child you are raised alright then a sister two and older brother as well hardship the foreclosure apartment no more farm grandma heart attack saved brain dead mold pneumonia you hospital 4 months near death RV coast side of the road three years "we're sick of you" fire sadness loss homeless forest and a tent camp stove go fund me not much new RV uncle's driveway finally months partying ciggerette addiction depression now we hit the road as far as Utah now stranded problems broke broke down fight attempt to die trouble train back to California now I sit here I miss them and that's not even the half of the trouble I've been through since I was born

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Feb 18, 2017

Feb 18, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC

cosmic-entity-starwarrior

Life

You are born mother weeps then smiles a child you are raised alright then a sister two and older brother as well hardship the foreclosure apartment no more farm grandma heart attack saved brain dead mold pneumonia you hospital 4 months near death RV coast side of the road three years "we're sick of you" fire sadness loss homeless forest and a tent camp stove go fund me not much new RV uncle's driveway finally months partying ciggerette addiction depression now we hit the road as far as Utah now stranded problems broke broke down fight attempt to die trouble train back to California now I sit here I miss them and that's not even the half of the trouble I've been through since I was born

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He's waiting at the bus stop V neck Takes a long drag of a ciggerette Checks the time The bus is late He paces I wonder where he's going Who he's meeting If they're as eager to see him

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Jun 21, 2019

Jun 21, 2019 at 2:45 AM UTC

Writers_block

Bus boy

He's waiting at the bus stop V neck Takes a long drag of a ciggerette Checks the time The bus is late He paces I wonder where he's going Who he's meeting If they're as eager to see him

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Middle of nowhere Side of a highway Living off ciggerette smoke Hot air And tough love The sun is sweltering The lake is swampy Jump right in the waters green **** is the past time And Walmarts the big trip Will you ever leave here Your down to your last dip

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Apr 23, 2019

Apr 23, 2019 at 9:56 PM UTC

Writers_block

Lake county livin

Middle of nowhere Side of a highway Living off ciggerette smoke Hot air And tough love The sun is sweltering The lake is swampy Jump right in the waters green **** is the past time And Walmarts the big trip Will you ever leave here Your down to your last dip

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