No poetry in a marijuana forum!?

[_Sir Smokes Alot_]

-Thinking Ahead-

I sit in ma chair waitin for tha dayy
My couch awaits as i soon will lay
Sun rises...mist shines, I can barely see.
What a day what day lay ahead of me.

The breakdown commenses as I snatch ma bag
Rollin the joint to soon take a drag
Eaze ma tensions, cure my heart
Perfect for my Morning Start.

~By the way i jus wrote this.

 

[HippyInEngland]

I have xp professional
And put on aol
Now I find ive lost stuff
And no I dont use Dell

I look inside my documents
I search through all my files
I open every folder
The list goes on for miles

My poor comp is infected
I hear its hard drive whirr
Its memory is depleted
All because of Connies lure

Try me free for 2 months
A bargain I did think
So in went the freebie
Not knowing it did stink

I dare not take off aol
What else would I lose?
So I will keep on searching
As I listen to the blues


TBSP

 

[cadlakmike1]

I prefer haiku, as some others did earlier.

The rain is not real
This is all inside my head
Tonight I won't sleep

 

[HippyInEngland]

The hour glass goads our life
We see her bells and warrant no need to convict
For the sands drain continual
A never ending stream, or is it?

Looking at her smile, she lets us walk life
Looking at her smile, she gives confidence
Looking at her smile, we never question
But look at her smile, she is taking, not giving

Do I forsake the obvious sight before me?
Do I look with eyes blind
I let my existence continue as it is
But its not the existence I want

I give to others all my being
They soak my essence and I see them smile
Its not a smile I gave them
I gave them part of my life

My life is happy, full, yet sad and lonely
Contradictions u may think I typed
Look at the mirror of life
If the image returning is happy, your happy

While you have sat and read all this
The hour glass still smiles
Another few moments lost in time
The mirror has been discarded

With shock and horror the hour glass calls us
We think surely the sands are wrong
As the last grains fall to its pit
We silently see our life with tears

Chances past, we ignored them
Busy in our day
Our time has been called and no going back
Regret is more saddening than the try


TBSP

 

[ArtVandolay]

There was a man fron Nantucket
Who's [edit] was so [edit] [edit]...

 

[umbra]

shackles of knowledge rip my flesh
as morning spews out the dawn
like some sick feeble old man
who just goes on and on and on

and he who may endure
will be no more
and all will be as it was before

absolute nothingness

 

[SmokinMom]

Trees by Neil Peart

There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas

The trouble with the maples
(and theyre quite convinced theyre right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way theyre made
And they wonder why the maples
Cant be happy in their shade?

There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream `oppression!`
And the oaks, just shake their heads

So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights
the oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light
Now theres no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet,
Axe,
And saw ...

--------------------------------------
An exerpt from Limelight written by Neil Peart

All the worlds indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each anothers audience
Outside the gilded cage

 

[mAKo BuDz]

This is my blunt
this is my bowl
I love smoking joints
coz i know how to roll,
Roses are red
my bud is green
I love getting high
If you know what i mean,
I was just here
but now i am not
coz i went away
to go smoke some pot,
I wrote all this down
to prove a point
Lifes just a *****
when you aint got a joint..

 

[priestofknowledge]

My attitude has remained the same, merely your interpretation is different this time due to content


haikus are just weird
not extraordinary
refrigerator

edit... I just made this one

 

[HippyInEngland]

You just nailed down your own coffin POK.

 

[mAKo BuDz]

Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?

Come on, now.
I hear youre feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.

Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts:
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I cant explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.

Ok.
Just a little pinprick.
Therell be no more --aaaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.

Can you stand up?
I do believe its working. good.
Thatll keep you going for the show.
Come on its time to go.

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

PINK FLOYD - COMFORTABLY NUMB.

 

[SmokinMom]

A Passage To Bangkok by Neil Peart

Our first stop is in Bogota
To check Colombian fields
The natives smile and pass along
A sample of their yield
Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams
Golden Acapulco nights
Then Morocco, and the East
Fly by morning light

We're on the train to Bangkok
Aboard the Thailand Express
We'll hit the stops along the way
We only stop for the best

Wreathed in smoke in Lebanon
We burn the midnight oil
The fragrance of Afghanistan
Rewards a long day's toil
Pulling into Katmandu
Smoke rings fill the air
Perfumed by a Nepal night
The Express gets you there

 

[Her Royal Highness]

My attitude has remained the same, merely your interpretation is different this time due to content


haikus are just weird
not extraordinary
refrigerator

edit... I just made this one

You need some work on your japanese haiku. That was not very good at all. What does a fridge have to do with any of that? You started this thread. Let us try and be a little more respectful of different types of poems. :huh: