"toke" poems
Take a ****
Inhale the smoke,
This isn't no joke
I love this plant
Let's make a chant,
All hail this incredible plant
Marijuana is the best
**** all the rest,
I'll take this rest
I'm high
While you lie,
There's no time to disguise
So let's take a ****
Inhale the smoke,
Because this I no joke
Marijuana is the best smoke!!!
6-26-15
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
Rastafarians
Take a **** forget your pain
Let peace flow through you
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
As I **** this cigarette
my life go's up in smoke,
in clouds of gray and white
some day I'll die of stroke.
If only I would quit
this habit that I have,
my lungs would never rot
all cancerous and scabbed.
And though I know this all,
to my love I still return,
for nicotine I crave for nicotine I yearn.
Take this poem to heart,
and let thy cigarette go,
for dieing of lung cancer
is the slowest death I know.
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 3:03 PM UTC
Me Nose knows da way she goes.
Da smells herb throws,
me Nose just knows.
Da smell kush gives.
Da way me lives.
Me Nose just knows.
'avin a ****
with a **** lovin' bloke.
enjoyin' da incense.
But me losing da essence.
Me Nose knows, but me eyes don't.
Me **** lovin' bloke,
who me was 'bout to ****
was not a gurl,
just a lyin' shmuck.
He was not a chick
'cause he had a ****
Me eyes now know
what me Nose knows.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
a man privately asks, can you help?
you say, sure-no-hesitation
let me think on it for a day or two, he says
yet you act even before he comes back,
too late, you say, when he returns,
too late, he repeats in puzzlement,
yup, my check is in the mail,
cause one senses the need is dire plus,
plus you well recall the immutable obligation when
a vague commitment of “just ask” was inked in a long ago message,
a poem born from/in the days when you slept in the car on the street
this vague promissory,
a more enforceable judgement in your own court of law
than any state construct or the judgmental eyes of a silenced god
word, honor, do.
thus it begins, an unwritten contract inked,
an egregious interest rate of 0% proffered and agreed,
commences a plain white envelope trickle,
a check inside, by postal mail, slowly it came,
month by month, inch by inch, Niagara Falls ^
years go by, and then comes a day,
when the accompanying check and its gift wrapped note says,
Paid In Full!
and so much for the tedious minutiae...
*like kindness, I do,
Thank You and Your Welcome
are high on my list of proofs of
daily human extensions existential,*
Paid in Full,
*now rests at the top of the list
let me be blunt, the thrill of being a party
to a deal with no handshake, just coated in the
honorable words waterproof sealant,
with a person I likely may never meet,
made me so better assured of whom many claim I am,
a mathematical proof revered and kept mind inscribed,
it was an aspirational **** an unforeseen monthly blunt,
the best feeling good smile,
a kick in the pants about what really matters
being paid twice over and me,
getting by far,
the humanity confirmation,
the better half of the deal
write too often of honor,
and yet, will instinctual do again,
again overpowering my rays of will,
for there is no deflection, only reflection
for the glorious riches gifted and received,
without compare
the return on my honorable investment the best ever*
oh brotherhood, oh brotherhood,
I am paid in the currency coined from brotherhood...
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
The marchers make their way today
through town to Cardiff Bay
with whistles, shouts and banners up
for sweet old Mary Jane
they're marching for her freedom
all ages, colours, creeds
have come in joyful spirits
to help us free the ****
The rich, the poor, the movers and shakers
the blowback kings and part-time partakers
the rollers, the tokers, the bongers and such
the teenage goth stoners who've had way too much
skin up as they march while making their point
and meet up with new friends while sharing a joint.
Then down at the bay side
when the bands start to play
they'll **** in the sunshine
till the end of the day.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
Oh Mary Jane
how you whisper my name.
**** away my pain
make me feel sane.
Mary Jane
Oh Mary Jane..
Whisper my name.
.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
I have a bad case of the munchies
Should have took a right
Maybe the next exit on this stoner highway
Will lead to munchville
This 1991 Chevy S10 is Casa de marijuana
Stoners only ride
6 oz of berry white
2 oz of bubba kush
3 1/2 gs of Pineapple Express
I'm ******
Yet I've only had 4 bowls 2 extendo blunts
And 1 braided joint
Lost my touch
Hold on
Let me get right
Alright I'm not even high
Lets smoke another bowl
I'm ready to **** it up all night
Smoke out the western hemisphere
I'm a stoner
Staying ****** in ******* Mexico
So roll you a blunt
Pack a bowl
**** up the night
Get ******* ******
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
Inhale
This burns my throat
Exhale
But boy do I feel relaxed
Inhale
It's not often I play with Mary Jane.
Exhale
But I feel a little less insane
Cough
Cough
The room is a haze
Filled with smoke
I'm left in a daze
When I ****
I feel amazing
Inhale
Exhale
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC
smoking like a chimney
exterminating the negativity within me
each **** relaxes my worrisome bones
each stroke relaxes the perpetual unknown
from this vice to that
from peace to combat
the contrasting colors within me
is why I'll smoke like a chimney
until cheap thrills **** me
Apr 10, 2023
Apr 10, 2023 at 12:14 PM UTC
Maybe I need to write about it maybe I need to talk about it maybe I need to take a breath and breathe for second stop choking for a second chill out and breathe and inhale and maybe smoke just a **** just twitch to itch my itch I’m acting like a *****
That’s what started this anyway
Breaking girl code I’m alone I’m in my car thinking I’ll head to a bar maybe the Starbucks stoop drive past my old group write a poem or two alone screaming of you under the lights with the bugs down the way from all the places we used to stay and smoke blunts hit joints argue **** mock me mock sred turn her backwords smoking backwoods what’d you put in my herb your conspiracy’s in my head
Play pool scream at me hit on my friends **** me don’t call for help it’s all fun and games tell me you want to **** my mind it’s all lies it’s all lies tell me why this devil has got my tongue tell me what are you this vampire you’ve come to steal me of it all my whole mind my whole soul not even my hairs no more I can’t dance I can’t sing the better half of me is terrified of life and why because I let you take advantage of me my things your life is a blowtorch to all good beings I’ll make you regret everything you’ve ever done I’ve tried to show you love you can’t see you’re disgusting the way you kissed my cheek when you head butted me I’m done
But I call a ***** on her **** and I’m wrong thought I lost my best friend for awhile for white feminism **** but I’m still a ***** a snitch I’m losing all my **** I’m spiraling into too nice of women undeserving of their friendship I owe my gs everything
But I can’t seem to do a thing
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
Craving space.
Not the distance but the place
Where galaxies exist
And stars collide
Higher than the sky
From a **** of my pipe
I Fly
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 7:49 AM UTC
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
Jan 18, 2022
Jan 18, 2022 at 4:09 PM UTC
Tolstoy was a boy,
Ibsen was Henrik's son
Hardy had a father,
And see how well they've done.
Byron was a grandson,
And Wordsworth had a wet nurse,
Thoreau had a 2 to go,
Shakespeare a bad marriage,
Austen was a loner,
Poor Sylvia was a goner,
And see how well they've done.
Joyce had a ***** mind,
Fitzgerald liked to drink,
Richler liked to smoke,
And Wolfe enjoyed a ****
And see how well they've done.
Fielding was a misogynist,
Wilde was a jailbird;
Virginia a misandrist,
And Kerouac a simple ****
Yet see how well they've done.
Still with all their drawbacks,
Look how well they've done;
Like our old friend John,
We surely come un-done.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
In Brooklyn, in these hectic times,
if Mom-hood gets you down
you need a little pick me up
so you won't fret and frown.
When we boomers were just babies
Mom might have a glass of wine.
Just enough to take the edge off
and leave her feeling fine.
But Generation X and Y
are more like Cheech and Chong
when baby gets your dander up
It's time to light a ****
A little **** of Mary Jane
gives Moms a pause to sigh.
"Good night Moon" is a gripping read
when Mom is flying high.
Put the little Prince to bed
before Mom has a fit.
Motherhood is stressful
she just needs to take a "hit"
When the" little terrors" get you down
Just think - "this too will pass"
sneak off and roll yourself a joint
We know you have a stash.
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 7:58 AM UTC
Just in case you didn’t know
My mind is low,
You’re reading these scribbles now
This boring man, talks and talks
About government
It’s really not a godsend
This boring man gives his back
And too much slack
This country is on ******* crack
I’m done takinf pointless notes
That I won’t look at
This boring man is very fat
I want to leave and **** ****
A lovely deed,
This boring man; monotone
Boring man is trying to be cool
He’s a ******* fool
He needs to be in a box, he’s a tool
This boring man, always boring
To my left I hear snoring
Boring man, walk out the door!
Time as of now is molasses
Minutes are hours
**** government and their powers
Democrat, republican, libertarian
You’re all wrong
Hey, pass me that ****
Boring man cannot teach
I just wish,
I was at the sunny beach
Hell, I’d be anywhere
Not here but there
I don’t care, this guy has no flare
25 minutes, oh my lord,
I’m so bored
Not as much as the boring man
This is getting out of hand
Against government
Let’s all get up and stand!
Jun 1, 2011
Jun 1, 2011 at 8:31 PM UTC
Here's something to impress you
it's my heart wide open, curious, fearless
approach me, remove the flowers from my hair
take them home and wait for them to die
then tell me about the thoughts that possessed you
in the moments you tried to cry, but couldn't.
There's always something eating away at you, isn't there?
Keep scribbling, croak louder! Wake the town, bring me down.
Take me take me take me down! Build the wall of silence just a little thicker
I want to be sure I'm not nervous, I want to release all solidity and flow
through you as liquid, as sunlight, as starlight as wishes as glances you cast me
that I wasn't supposed to notice, (but did).
I love you is a funny way of starting a sentence,
a sentence is just something we use to get through the day.
****** up communication building blocks burying me deeper
than I can climb and they're crumbling like your emotions when you've
got hallucinations spreading in your spine, breaking you down, back broke,
stomach chalk throat choke nose coke short **** inhale me like you do your smoke.
I taste the same I taste the same.
Yes yes yes yes yes I forgive you, I forgive myself
self-love self-help self-yelp
telepathy wavves like fog in a graveyard
retracing your steps because everything's changing
and you're burning wood
cast your fires on me, I'll be your shallow shadow
and I'll guide myself as far as you'll let me,
don't drag me down
just take me there.
Quickly, before before before.
I start to miss you and I think
I'm just recycling my gatsby complex into something more tangible
than tangerines in the middle of winter
or a wind storm,
trying to eat when there's a lack of corn,
and you can't digest it anyways.
you don't
belong in this
wagon
this wagon
doesn't even exist.
I'm memorizing you in ways like cutting with knives
and thinking about listening but then getting distracted.
Re-birthing in the direction of “i thought you might”
dying downwards and backwards and all the ways you've seen me
because that's what I do when you see me. I die.
It feels better than being alive so **** me killmekillmekillme.
There! Right THERE! That's the separation.
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 10:48 PM UTC
My brain was clouded with all of the smoke.
I took another **** laughing at the stupid jokes.
Forgetting the promisees that we had once spoke.
I felt as if something was broke...
So I took another ****
To forget we ever spoke.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
It just takes a heartbeat.
You are brought into this world
Shaking and crying
Confused and lost
Awake and aware
Unable to speak
Barely breathing
Eyes wide with innocence
Pure as sunlight
Screaming from the pain
And your mother
Collapsed in agony
Suddenly detached
From her first born
Relieved yet bitter
Nostalgic and anxious
Her precious child
With nothing more
Than a pulse,
A heartbeat,
And wide eyes
Revealing the universe
With every blink
And you grew up so fast
Too fast, she claims
As you watch the home movies together
Over popcorn
And cigarettes
And the pixels expose
How you waddled through the weeds
Speaking in tongues
And gibberish
And you fell down
But you never cried
You look over
And your mother is passed out
On the old tattered couch
Slowly, mechanically, you rise
And sneak out the front door
Delicately and deviously
Alone and brave
Unaware that the youth
Are far from invincible
Your pal Trevor meets you
A block down
Blasting that punk rock ****
Because your mother hates it
And secretly, so do you
And in a heartbeat
You're in his front seat
Screaming about the world
And how ******
It all is
Trev smiles sadistically
Passing you a ****
Of something sweet
To take all your troubles away
And suddenly
You're flying
Down the highway
With your arm out the window
A wing spread
Your heart bursts
You grow up so fast
And suddenly
You don't hate the world at all
But it's far too late
You look over
And Trevor is passed out
In his old, beat up Chevy
Gracefully, rapidly, you rise
And ascend up to the pearly gates
Tragically and disturbingly
Alone and afraid
Suddenly aware that the youth
Are far from invincible
And your mother gets the call
Four in the morning
Distraught and confused
Suddenly the words pieced together
And she lost her baby
To this cruel, ****** up place.
She screams.
And sobs.
You were taken from this world
Shaking and crying
Confused and lost
Awake and aware
Unable to speak
Barely breathing
Eyes wide with innocence
Pure as sunlight
Screaming from the pain
It just takes a heartbeat.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
Why do we go through
all of this stress?
So easy to forget.
Smoke a thousand
cigarettes,
Another ****
another hit,
another poke,
Another whip,
another mindfield to avoid.
A ****** cut,
A ****** mind,
A ****** mouth.
Not just another disembodied
mind
in the ether's ink.
Skin & Bones & Flesh
until
that
sharp and shooting
pain
so easy to
forget.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
White and woolly
Cotton clouds
Fluently floating by
I take my time
I take a ****
Smoke rings
In the pines
In laughter free
Among the trees
Where echos begin to rhyme
Come and play
Long in the day
The Oak is in his's prime
.........
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 7:06 AM UTC
She rubs the night onto her eyes
In her dish sized eyes, tiny moons shine
She's a galaxy girl
A world all her own
And you know you want her
But all you can do is revolve around her
She grinds up meteors, hoping for a ****
Her coffee *** is filled with Saturn smoke
She's a galaxy girl
A world all her own
And you lay awake and think about her
But all you can do is revolve around her
Inside her chest, a black hole sits
Aurora borealis pours out her fingertips
She's a galaxy girl
A world all her own
And you can't stand the longing for her
But all you can do is revolve around her
The stars form her body, her face, her hips
Kissing space directly on the lips
She's a galaxy girl
A world all her own
You are a million aeons away from her
And all you can do is revolve around her
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 12:34 PM UTC
she was as the smell of smoke,
clinging to my fingertips.
a linger of reckless abandon.
she was always the first ****
burning my throat as i inhale.
fingertips, trailing constellations,
sweat glistening as the smoke coils.
i need fresh air.
but my lungs are black,
and i cannot breathe unaided.
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 8:02 AM UTC