Weed Poems - Poems about Weed

Weed Eater Turn on the rage. This is not my day. Frustrated as hell. No patience here. Me vs the weed eater. Beat it with a sledge hammer. It won’t turn over. Pull the string until you rub a blister. Oil is burning. Blood is...Read the rest...

She says she prefers weed That its as wholesome as green trees But if she’s a marijuana queen Why can’t she do more than eat Babies need their mothers Men need their lovers But her only desperate desire Is to set Mary...Read the rest...

Sharp, spikey in green coat weed?...Read the rest...

Have you wiped off the traces of me Our shared photo albums, emails? Have you tidied up your memory Are you sure it is cleaned of my trails? You had no time to spare a minute I quite understand, knowing...Read the rest...

son's hands tremble fierce all gas going to burn it up needs to find rhythm...Read the rest...

Aah, the sweet smell of Sinsemilla, I love to smoke it every day. But what I love the most of all... Duh, what was I going to say? ...Read the rest...

I am but a weed In God's flower garden Humbled to exist Even if not as red as roses Not as tall as sun flowers Not as warm as marigolds Not as thrilling as lillies But I am wonderfully and fearfully made I...Read the rest...

We all crave peace in the Middle East and an end to the war in Ukraine.. World democracies huddle to stop the rubble and halt those aggressors who maim. We see the innocents suffer with out any buffer where death...Read the rest...

I can stand for hours watching the life of the pool go around. Sparkling, shimmering water. Sandy bottoms surrounded by tiny green rock faces, All dotted by little caves, Sprigs of waving sea weed in all different hues, Only this...Read the rest...

You should check some Brussels, its really a treat To stroll on, protected by troopers Fast people in Brussels their cigarettes lit With ignition key of old Coopers They serve freshest mussles in Brussels, you must Leave on a table...Read the rest...

Decades ago, a severe drought took its toll And many parts of the U.S. became a dust bowl To control the erosion of the soil The Kudzu plant was introduced amid the turmoil It grows...Read the rest...

Flobodobba-dob? asked Bill of Ben Dobba-flob? Ben asked Bill to repeat again Ah!! Dobba-flobbing flobadom Bill confirmed with linguistic skill Flobbing dobba-do dob do Ben wrote down with his Quill Hadn't the flowerpot men heard of Google Translate then they...Read the rest...

Marijuana sommelier, A marijuana or weed expert. A Mary Jane professional. Someone happy to let the grass grow. Not a junkie or druggie, but a pro, a get high expert. Weed connoisseur. As a kid, If I had known about this...Read the rest...

I smoke until my eyes bleed And a friend I do not need For if there was a stud Who'd think he was a bud Was it rather smoking weed Track: Wiz Khalifa - Reefer Party :p...Read the rest...

Mrs. Packer bought a weed whacker So, her husband could trim the grass But he was a slacker Thus, ever after The whacker was out of gas...Read the rest...