Weed poems

Everyone write their own poem about weed.

Heres my attempt

Puff, puff, pass
the green ganja grass
dont fret when the cops harrass
they act crass
only because they cant inhale THC gas
antiweed is not me
hit a water bong with glee
while sipping on a glass of mushroom tea
so, as you see weed is not a crime
stop wasting prison money on kids with dimes

not much of a poem, but enough to start this thread.

 

do the deed
smoke weed

 

come on in we're smokin weed
turn around, sit down
and smoke all you need
got a Half O and you should know
that this is hydroponic grow
so sit back, relax
and let your mind flow


that was total freestyle!

 

Marijuana, marijuana
LSD, LSD
Betty Crocker makes it
Bill Clinton takes it
Why can't we.

 

in short time before i wrote this rhyme
there was a young man named bill
he smoked the grass and time it would pass
and it helped him when he was ill

when he cashed his bank for some fire as dank
he felt less than zero regret
so he smoked ten bowls to achive his goal
and higher than high he did get

the more he smoked and the more he toked
til he was borderline insane
lets stick the the facts this guy was relaxed
he was puffi on sweet mary jane

 

^^^ LOL I'm gonna have that printed and framed.

 

dude this thread cannot die everyone who smokes weed should contribute to this forum.........

 

sometimes weed should just be the means, not the end.

 

Stoned hitler. Stoned hitler. What would it have been like to stone hitler?
I dont mean throwing stones at him I mean giving joints to him.
Stoned hitler. Stoned hitlet. He would have been much nicer.
World war 2 may have never happened.


Musings are poetry of sorts.
*Goes to toke.

 

Nice.

 

save the brains u got and dont smoke pot! haha

 

I don't know if this counts, but it's one of my favorites, it goes to the music of "head shoulders knees and toes"

I like smoking crack or meth, crack or meth.
Whenever i run out, i always scream and shout,
Cause I like smoking crack or meth, crack or meth.

There once was a stoner named Sneed.
Who grew the very best weed.
Whenever his stash was low
The garden he would go.
And would get very stoned indeed.

There once was a stoner named Lance.
Who was always chemicaly enhanced.
One day found in the barn,
A bud as big as an arm.
And nearly did nut in his pants.

 

i love smoking pott it makes me smarter

 

Let me tell you about the most fire weed
Ever to sprout out of a seed

Grown by an indian named Chitty Chang
It cannot be described by any slang

I smoked it once, I smoked it twice
Got so high, I saw three blind mice

Now, these mice were not of the common type
Instead, they sprouted wings and took flight

I tried to catch them, but they disapeered
I'm still trying to look for them, after a year

Now, I am legally insane
From smoking weed grown by a guy with a cane

Where, you may say, did you find weed this trippy?
And i will say, i got it from Chitty

 

grass grass past that grass i need that so i can fall on my ass get up and try it again cause grass is truly my best friend.

 

marijuana is so great
i like to smoke it when its late

i like to smoke it in the day
i like to smoke it in the hay

i like to smoke that lovely grass
all you pigs can kiss my ass

 

Water Filtration

Green leaf
Burning in a tube
The water bubbles
Smoke is filling
The chamber

Breathe in
Pull out the piece
Watch the smoke rush inward
Hold it!
Breathe out

Are you feeling it?
Do it again
This ancient process
Is simply brilliant
The proper way to enjoy the herb



Pulling Tubes

Being elevated beyond thought
Over the realm of humanity
Never coming by the simple plane of reality
Going up, being so super high

Have you ever felt more than alive?
It is the only way to live
This intoxicant of angels
Sought by normal man

 

roll up a joint, pass it to a friend
let him hit it, and pass it back again

the joint is almost no more
thats alright as we walk out the door

down to the park we roll up a blunt
sit in the grass and have us some fun

we sit there for hours and the blunt never dies
as i look over at the friend to my side,
i realize he is no normal man
its willy wonka, with a NEVER ENDING blunt in his hand

 

here's a haiku:

yes marijuana
i'm buying some tomorrow
smells like a barn fire

 

Well this is actually a song i made up with 3 other friends...

Don’t you like it
When you get a good trip
When you smoke that good shit
And all you wanna do is get

Stoned Stoned Stoned Stoned x2

Smoke a relly fat J
Every fucking Wednesday
And If you had a tough day
MJ’s gonna help you get

Stoned Stoned Stoned Stoned x2

And then you take a long hit
But now you got to hold it
Keep in the lung
Till you empty out the bong
Now my body’s kinda numb
That joint's looking really long
And this shit’s fucking strong
That I just can’t feel my tounge
I turn to see the bong
And I think of Cheech and Chong
I bet we’d get along
If we all got really motherfuckin’

Stoned Stoned Stoned Stoned x2

My eyes are fucking red
I wanna go to bed
As the world is spinning in my head

In my head In my head x2

And now my brains cells are fuckin’ dead

I’m brain dead I’m brain dead