Best Cigarette Poems

Empty pack - no cigarettes,
but another pack has one.
Should she smoke it now?
Cigarette stained fingers
stroked the tube.

She teased her mouth with it,
unlit, but lighter reachable,
calming her a bit...
How rare is it to tease
oneself like this?

Five minutes, and resolve
dispersed. The flame flickered
admirably.  (She saw it.)
Cigarette...

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I’m living in anticipation
With other cigarettes who are also growing impatient 
We’re waiting
Praying 
To be the next chosen one 
Now, the door opens and we’re soaked by the light of the sun
Screams of “PICK ME!, PICK ME!”
She plucks me from the bunch; I’ve never felt...

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Treat my love like a cigarette; let it creep inside of your throat and caress your lungs. Smoke my love till you're satisfied, and let my taste sit on your tongue....

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Everything used to be so simple.
Get up in the morning grab something black to wear.
Grab the phone and make some plans with my friends.
But now I don't know who's my enemy and who's my friend.
I'm not sure of where my future will take me or...

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He sat at the beer stained table,
a cigarette in his fingers.
Smoke pooling round his cloth capped head,
the look in his eyes still lingers.

From his rough wool shirt to his DIY tattoo
I could tell he was no stranger to labour.
From the scars on his face and...

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Who have I painted this for
This reflection of my core
My introspection wonders back

An injection of epiphany
It drifts from me like smoke
Suddenly aware I see
Nothing that looks like clarity
In the shadows I am pondering
A stillness caught by candlelight

If I stop watching you paint me
Will myself in...

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It is night
2 am
I am driving to the store for cigarettes
A short trip

Or it would be
Except the light turns red
The minute I reach it
I slow my car to a crawl

Hoping that I can inch my way forward
That if I just take my time
It will turn...

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The earth is a cigarette,
The human race the lighter.
Is there a way to save it,
With millennials as the fighters?

The grim reaper draws a puff,
And the withdrawing end is acid rain,
Deforestation, over fishing, air pollution,
And other deadly stuff.

Global warming and thin ozone layers,
Are symbolic of the...

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Lets go spit smoke from between our worn lips
wouldnt it be fun to rott our lungs together?
feel the rat poison, the cancerious **** buring our throughts?
how about the smell of that delicious nicotine?
isnt it delightful how we can ruin our lives?
so nice we can kill...

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Ode to the Cigarette

My air is contaminated by the cigarette smoke that I smoke...walking in the clouds makes me choke...though I enjoy it no joke..no money in my pockets 
'cause the habit leaves me broke...calming my nerves destroying my lunges...the excellent taste...the life shortening plunge...it...

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Curl me up a tree
Wrap me into a bundle
Light me up like a candle
The warmth of my joy
Kills the carvings you fear
Yes, it bothers me
How you take pleasure in my pain

We are paperless in this age
The pen is made useless on a page
This knowledge falls...

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The cigarette Smoking
When I lived in Britain that place where refugees in Calais 
try to hide in a lorry for the crossing to the promised land.
And haven where pubs are full and pints of lager is a dream 
a longing for the unobtainable.
I liked to...

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THE BEST CIGARETTE
In a darker part of morning, 
or a lighter shade of night,
with his paying for hereafter, 
to be rid of all his blight,
was a lunatic in waiting, 
she was something of a tease,
she would spread her legs at dropping 
of a man onto...

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If it was true 
the promises you made me
all the love is faded
the promises you made
the ring you gave me
the "I love you forever"
was just a lie
now I blow out that smoke 
from the cigarettes, you used to carry
You complained how bitter it tasted
But you...

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It's my first,
I need it.
I hold it like in the movies.
Breath it in.
It hurts,
I cough,
I take another breath in.
I do it right.
I feel sinful,
But it feels too good to be,
It burns inside....

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