"tabacco" poems - Hello Poetry

Moonshine drinking Pork rind eatin Deer hunting women chasing tabacco chewing Bass fishing Rebel flag wavin Pick up truck driving Redneck!!

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Nov 3, 2013

Nov 3, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC

ashley-sheppard

Redneck

Moonshine drinking Pork rind eatin Deer hunting women chasing tabacco chewing Bass fishing Rebel flag wavin Pick up truck driving Redneck!!

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im switchin back n forth from the past to present like time is stretching and my mind is elastic im trapped inside a casket siftin through my brothers, mothers and cousins ashes they keep metal chains wrapped around my ankles and wrists like i am natural born savage, padded room and straight jacket, psychosis like you cant imagine, icicles dripping off the ticking of the clock, tears dripping down the wall like molasses, swervin in my kayak cuz im addicted to liquor and tabacco, crystal **** crack and smack from the invasion forcing Russian Orthodox as my baptism, certificate of indian blood 25 percent Aleutiq, but im down with any Eyak, Yupiq, Tlingkit, Haidan, or Athabaskan, i speak english cuz they stole the native tongue from my Grandma and my Grandpa, trying to paint a picture of the mask that ive been wearing as i stare at my reflection, all i see is that i am just another average cold blooded alaskan

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Sep 1, 2015

Sep 1, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC

smoke-the-mirror

cold blooded alaskan

im switchin back n forth from the past to present like time is stretching and my mind is elastic im trapped inside a casket siftin through my brothers, mothers and cousins ashes they keep metal chains wrapped around my ankles and wrists like i am natural born savage, padded room and straight jacket, psychosis like you cant imagine, icicles dripping off the ticking of the clock, tears dripping down the wall like molasses, swervin in my kayak cuz im addicted to liquor and tabacco, crystal **** crack and smack from the invasion forcing Russian Orthodox as my baptism, certificate of indian blood 25 percent Aleutiq, but im down with any Eyak, Yupiq, Tlingkit, Haidan, or Athabaskan, i speak english cuz they stole the native tongue from my Grandma and my Grandpa, trying to paint a picture of the mask that ive been wearing as i stare at my reflection, all i see is that i am just another average cold blooded alaskan

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Dark Posters of Skeleton Brides Video Game pings, and Overflowing Drinks As Unusual People lay on Hand Me Down Couches with Tobacco strewn all over my Mom's Old Coffee Table Barely Voices , No Conversation. Just BOOM, BOOM BOOM! before I sing aloud Screams of Joy, "Traplawd Rules" Kisses on my Nose, Giggling a Little too Loud Laughter Proceeds Coughing, Funny girly high kicks ***** Get Drunk"* They tell me, Ah the friends I have Ragged Carpets over Soft Broken Love Seats Rough Tobacco stuffed Into Cigarette Tubes as He Softly Kisses my Arm **** stubble, tattooed skin** ***** Stings, Tabacco burns Leaving even Baked Goods with a Smokey Flavor

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Oct 22, 2014

Oct 22, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC

emily-helen-culver

A Night at Their House

Dark Posters of Skeleton Brides Video Game pings, and Overflowing Drinks As Unusual People lay on Hand Me Down Couches with Tobacco strewn all over my Mom's Old Coffee Table Barely Voices , No Conversation. Just BOOM, BOOM BOOM! before I sing aloud Screams of Joy, "Traplawd Rules" Kisses on my Nose, Giggling a Little too Loud Laughter Proceeds Coughing, Funny girly high kicks ***** Get Drunk"* They tell me, Ah the friends I have Ragged Carpets over Soft Broken Love Seats Rough Tobacco stuffed Into Cigarette Tubes as He Softly Kisses my Arm **** stubble, tattooed skin** ***** Stings, Tabacco burns Leaving even Baked Goods with a Smokey Flavor

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You were not a breath of fresh air you were the choking of sadness infused smoking in every room tabacco stained fingers left marks on every table top and top to bottom the house was so dust filled that you had killed all ******* signs of life the room was rife with scents of her and no sense of morality you just turned to see but choked every good growing gracious thing out of me you don’t hear any noise anymore lost my voice somewhere on the floor with her underwear and everywhere there’s another girl’s hair strands and hair bands and when I close my eyes it’s her hands touching your shoulder blades and the concaves of your collar bones and clean clothes and it’s so clear that when I’m here she gloats because her hands have become your hands and now they’re wrapped around my throat And so when she chokes You choke And I-

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Sep 26, 2014

Sep 26, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC

babydulle

Choke

You were not a breath of fresh air you were the choking of sadness infused smoking in every room tabacco stained fingers left marks on every table top and top to bottom the house was so dust filled that you had killed all ******* signs of life the room was rife with scents of her and no sense of morality you just turned to see but choked every good growing gracious thing out of me you don’t hear any noise anymore lost my voice somewhere on the floor with her underwear and everywhere there’s another girl’s hair strands and hair bands and when I close my eyes it’s her hands touching your shoulder blades and the concaves of your collar bones and clean clothes and it’s so clear that when I’m here she gloats because her hands have become your hands and now they’re wrapped around my throat And so when she chokes You choke And I-

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I've come to realize that your not from this town You are some long place away The trash that I live in I walk the streets or drive my car I know all the drug dealers And all of them know me. All the hippie guys who are stuck on some concept smoke **** eat shrooms become god kinda concept All the rednecks Trucks and Jeans tabacco spit This trash town that I love so much the gas stations at midnight we are lost as can be but what does it matter when you aren't here you're in some far town across years of rain soaked highways bright headlights miles

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Oct 24, 2011

Oct 24, 2011 at 11:18 PM UTC

jacob-1

One Horse Town

I've come to realize that your not from this town You are some long place away The trash that I live in I walk the streets or drive my car I know all the drug dealers And all of them know me. All the hippie guys who are stuck on some concept smoke **** eat shrooms become god kinda concept All the rednecks Trucks and Jeans tabacco spit This trash town that I love so much the gas stations at midnight we are lost as can be but what does it matter when you aren't here you're in some far town across years of rain soaked highways bright headlights miles

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Rolling words, like ***** tires asphalt slabs, wasted hours, Nights alone, feels like home, you were never very good to me. Broken plastic, phony dreams pipe tabacco, cracking seams, slower step, promise kept, you were always my summertime. Sparks have faded, ashes cold gates left open, secrets told too late to talk, let's just walk things are easier once I get high. Wait for winter, wait for rain or fall forever, ease the pain too many ropes, it's all a joke *you broke my ******* heart though.* Pull together, shrug the want friends don't know, friends still taunt you will break me, you won't save me No one knows how many times I've tried to die. But it gets better, so they say, when he held my hand things felt okay people leave, hearts greave I've never been so good with changes Skys are bluer, my heart is sad you're doing good, and I am glad but it hurts to know, you're glad to go Like you forgot we promised forever

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May 25, 2013

May 25, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC

portland-grace

Bleak Falls Barrow

Rolling words, like ***** tires asphalt slabs, wasted hours, Nights alone, feels like home, you were never very good to me. Broken plastic, phony dreams pipe tabacco, cracking seams, slower step, promise kept, you were always my summertime. Sparks have faded, ashes cold gates left open, secrets told too late to talk, let's just walk things are easier once I get high. Wait for winter, wait for rain or fall forever, ease the pain too many ropes, it's all a joke *you broke my ******* heart though.* Pull together, shrug the want friends don't know, friends still taunt you will break me, you won't save me No one knows how many times I've tried to die. But it gets better, so they say, when he held my hand things felt okay people leave, hearts greave I've never been so good with changes Skys are bluer, my heart is sad you're doing good, and I am glad but it hurts to know, you're glad to go Like you forgot we promised forever

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Life lessons are stockpiled in my pantry, I think of them as I look out of my front window. The sweet smell of tabacco lifts from my pipe, reminding me of times of naivety. Laughter, my only defense from most of the deeds I committed. It comforts me to know that even in my youth, I knew I would laugh at myself for things I've done Oh to be blinded by young love. The strip of grey in my beard excites me, They say with age comes wisdom, I would venture to say not all of the old are wise. For with life comes wisdom, and too many watched it pass. To be loved right, I am most thankful for this, In youth we tried so hard to love, Neither of us knowing how, these things dont just come to you. Pain always came of our scholastic journey. I look forward to what lies ahead, I have at least lived enough to know, I never knew, To accept that, was my greatest accomplishment.

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Nov 4, 2011

Nov 4, 2011 at 10:41 AM UTC

jesse-salgado

Forthcoming

Life lessons are stockpiled in my pantry, I think of them as I look out of my front window. The sweet smell of tabacco lifts from my pipe, reminding me of times of naivety. Laughter, my only defense from most of the deeds I committed. It comforts me to know that even in my youth, I knew I would laugh at myself for things I've done Oh to be blinded by young love. The strip of grey in my beard excites me, They say with age comes wisdom, I would venture to say not all of the old are wise. For with life comes wisdom, and too many watched it pass. To be loved right, I am most thankful for this, In youth we tried so hard to love, Neither of us knowing how, these things dont just come to you. Pain always came of our scholastic journey. I look forward to what lies ahead, I have at least lived enough to know, I never knew, To accept that, was my greatest accomplishment.

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1. You smelt like cheap aftershave and you smoked a packet a day. I didn't want to hold your hand but you made me. I washed my sheets 3 times after you left but I still couldn't get your stench out of my room. 2. You're probably still my favourite. Our hands fitted perfectly together but you made absolutely no effort to visit and I couldn't deal with that. 3. You were too clingy and at first it was okay but you quickly became a leech and you ****** all of the goodness out of me. 4. Thank you for helping me realise there's more to life than love. You were the greatest thing I never had. 5. You tasted like stale tabacco and when we kissed it wasn't real enough. You were quick to touch my skin but your fingers lingered over my heart. 6. Im sorry for leaving you when you needed me the most. But you had no substance, you were meaningless and I couldn't provide you with a reason to exist. 7. Your touch was like a shot of ****** I instantly wanted more. I craved you when you weren't near. 8. I hated your tattoo. It was cheap and nasty and didn't represent you very well. You were weak and you drunk gin like it was water and your mother made the best apple pie I ever tasted. 9. I would of married you. But you were too competitive. I didn't want to spend my entire life chasing you around the house because you were scared to sit still incase you put on more weight than me. 10. You were like the snow. Ice cold, but sometimes you melted and you were a complete ******* mess.

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May 27, 2014

May 27, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC

lily-jean

comments to each of my ex's.

1. You smelt like cheap aftershave and you smoked a packet a day. I didn't want to hold your hand but you made me. I washed my sheets 3 times after you left but I still couldn't get your stench out of my room. 2. You're probably still my favourite. Our hands fitted perfectly together but you made absolutely no effort to visit and I couldn't deal with that. 3. You were too clingy and at first it was okay but you quickly became a leech and you ****** all of the goodness out of me. 4. Thank you for helping me realise there's more to life than love. You were the greatest thing I never had. 5. You tasted like stale tabacco and when we kissed it wasn't real enough. You were quick to touch my skin but your fingers lingered over my heart. 6. Im sorry for leaving you when you needed me the most. But you had no substance, you were meaningless and I couldn't provide you with a reason to exist. 7. Your touch was like a shot of ****** I instantly wanted more. I craved you when you weren't near. 8. I hated your tattoo. It was cheap and nasty and didn't represent you very well. You were weak and you drunk gin like it was water and your mother made the best apple pie I ever tasted. 9. I would of married you. But you were too competitive. I didn't want to spend my entire life chasing you around the house because you were scared to sit still incase you put on more weight than me. 10. You were like the snow. Ice cold, but sometimes you melted and you were a complete ******* mess.

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I don't want to drink, I don't want to wake up with demons crashing in my skull. Mouth tasting like Black Death from torched tabacco. Muscles feel like mud and I can barely raise my hand to wipe the **** out of my eyes. I wonder how the **** I ended up in this all to familiar place, but here I am. Not again, never again. I don't want these devil thoughts in my mind. Dragging me down to wear you feel like a proper piece of **** Stay away, let the sun come warm these bones. Let the trees and grass heal this broken spirit. But wait, one drink. Ok just one.

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Oct 27, 2014

Oct 27, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC

jr-mcfadden

Just one.

I don't want to drink, I don't want to wake up with demons crashing in my skull. Mouth tasting like Black Death from torched tabacco. Muscles feel like mud and I can barely raise my hand to wipe the **** out of my eyes. I wonder how the **** I ended up in this all to familiar place, but here I am. Not again, never again. I don't want these devil thoughts in my mind. Dragging me down to wear you feel like a proper piece of **** Stay away, let the sun come warm these bones. Let the trees and grass heal this broken spirit. But wait, one drink. Ok just one.

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for a barrel of *** and some tabacco leafs and the Christain Bible the Caucasians have taken the light from the People of Color Now a dead race called The *****

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Sep 20, 2014

Sep 20, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC

stu-harley

A Dead Race

for a barrel of *** and some tabacco leafs and the Christain Bible the Caucasians have taken the light from the People of Color Now a dead race called The *****

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under this grey suburban sky thunders rolling as rocks and drums then silence in concrete transit spaces although wild beats inside our veins hunting scenes and escapes in vain taste of honey and salt on your teeth prey predators and carnival masks smiles dreams feasts fire tears running water silence and lightning remote storms gentle breeze essences and perfumes tobacco leather cinnamon and ashes smells of life and skin it's time to go home home where we will recall every flavor every hug every drop of dew every smile and every single tear their true meaning and we will ask ourselves why? why have we ever parted from our heart? ................ sotto questo grigio cielo suburbano tuoni che rotolano come pietre e tamburi poi silenzio in spazi di transito di asfalto e cemento anche se il selvatico batte nelle nostre vene scene di caccia e fughe invano sapore di miele e sale sui denti prede predatori e maschere di carnevale sorrisi sogni feste lacrime acqua corrente silenzio e fulmini tempeste remote e brezza leggera essenze e profumi tabacco cuoio cannella e cenere odori di vita e di pelle è ora di tornare a casa casa dove ricorderemo ogni sapore ogni abbraccio ogni goccia di rugiada ogni sorriso e ogni singola lacrima il loro vero significato e ci chiederemo perché? perché mai ci siamo separati dal nostro cuore?

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Sep 4, 2018

Sep 4, 2018 at 3:31 AM UTC

marco-bo

why have we ever parted from our heart?

under this grey suburban sky thunders rolling as rocks and drums then silence in concrete transit spaces although wild beats inside our veins hunting scenes and escapes in vain taste of honey and salt on your teeth prey predators and carnival masks smiles dreams feasts fire tears running water silence and lightning remote storms gentle breeze essences and perfumes tobacco leather cinnamon and ashes smells of life and skin it's time to go home home where we will recall every flavor every hug every drop of dew every smile and every single tear their true meaning and we will ask ourselves why? why have we ever parted from our heart? ................ sotto questo grigio cielo suburbano tuoni che rotolano come pietre e tamburi poi silenzio in spazi di transito di asfalto e cemento anche se il selvatico batte nelle nostre vene scene di caccia e fughe invano sapore di miele e sale sui denti prede predatori e maschere di carnevale sorrisi sogni feste lacrime acqua corrente silenzio e fulmini tempeste remote e brezza leggera essenze e profumi tabacco cuoio cannella e cenere odori di vita e di pelle è ora di tornare a casa casa dove ricorderemo ogni sapore ogni abbraccio ogni goccia di rugiada ogni sorriso e ogni singola lacrima il loro vero significato e ci chiederemo perché? perché mai ci siamo separati dal nostro cuore?

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After you I guess I'll end it... Breath by breath A slow, yet certain end,.. Slow suicide I'll use tabacco...

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC

jack-r-fehlmann

Slow Suicide

After you I guess I'll end it... Breath by breath A slow, yet certain end,.. Slow suicide I'll use tabacco...

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