Weed poems

Wish i say this earlier

 

Oh wow... this thread, just wow...

Walt Whitman would say "fuck pacifism" and shoot you all in the head.

 

do a good deed
smoke some weed
just toke and exhale smoke
together we get high
til the day we die

 

here´s a poem I wrote about 4 years ago after my first time looking at a bud underneath a microscope, while in The Netherlands at a hemp/weed fair:

Dutch Microscope
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My mind laughs while diving
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into a colorful forest of peg-like trees,
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tumbling, sliding under amber giants.
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Wonder oozes like honey from all that surrounds
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saturating the ultimate moment.
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You see it too..... :H

 

haha i love this thread.

 

your first post is bringing back an old thread. A thread that was last posted in 18 months ago...this makes me smile. Wlecome

 

Green
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When painted on paper or tag
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The colour is bland
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Yet if seen in a bag
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Excitement grows from my hand
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If it grows wild in a field
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Or grows tame in a garage
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Soon in our lungs
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It will truly lodge
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Whether your taking a puff
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Or toking a joint
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Both are enough
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To say blazing has a point
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You can crush it into powder
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You can grow it into nugs
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Just blare the music louder
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Grind her knees into the rugs
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The colour of grass
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The shade of a bean
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Other colours are alright
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But its better if its green
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what do you think?
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replies?

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some were over the rainbow, way up high,
youll find me in white clouds upon the sky.
reality drifts away after every hit i take,
technicolor and spectrum dreamwords is what it can make.

as distant as can be...
come n' find me,
hop on this journey that will open your eyes
and make you see.

it makes you wonder how bad life would be,
Without this so called drug.
As the smoke thickens, making it hard to see.
I ask myself,
What would i do without this plant that god gave to me?

sick ass poem,
by, MIKE SMYTH

off the top of the dome

 

All my pieces are spotless, broken and shined
All my bags of stems are picked clean of green
So I guess I'll just have to ween until the time arrives where I can smoke some sweet, sweet herb, relax, and no longer fiend for the substance of my dreams.

 

When I sit at my computer and turn down the lights,
I've got no worries 'cause the worlds alright
I watch corrupt politicians rave and rant in this fascist nation we live in
Where common sence is just a figment of ones imagination.
I tell myself, that'll never be me.
If elected for president all the repressed would be freed
We'd all be able to sit down and pass that sweet ganja green.
We'd be able to puff our widow in piece without fear of a bust or a court date.
Liberals could smoke with conservative assholes and still find ways to relate.
But not right now in this time of prison, depression, repression, and recession.
A small smoking session should just be subliminal, but ignorant douchebags make it criminal.
So until this fabled time of peace, we smoke in the descreate.
Take a hit and watch time fly by in slow motion,
then repeat until you're diving with dolphins in the ocean.
If the world were that simple, we wouldn't need war.
We could sit at our computers and turn down the lights,
Smoke that shit without fear of a bust or a fight.
And realize that everything'll be alright.

 

Pictures, tags, boxes and prices
Propaganda laced politicians and spices
Ragtag countries bought for bargain
Who gives a fuck right?
We're not starvin.

Dog eat dog, and man eat man
All for one, and one for all
Me for you, and you for I
All the more meaningful when you're high

So procreate, recreate and rejuvinate
Live to let live, and learn to keep livin
Stay high to survive, and survive to stay high
The World's that much simpler when you're up in the sky.

 

if life was like a doubi, it would be greener,
but not meaner,
waking up in the morning n feeling the haze,
seeing the colours of the rainbow,
the rushing,
the paranoia,
the buddha lovers super powers,
remebering the time in Dam,
the pollination,
the mad amnesia,
jus takes you back to jah lovin,
the night is still young,
best ended in sweet sensomellia.

peace out, i got more upon request! : )

 

i smoke when im happy
i smoke when im sad
i smoke when im sober
so i can get high

 

Roll Roll Roll your joint
Twist it at the end
Take a hit blow it out
Pass it to a friend

 

wake up and pack a bowl
light it up as if it were coal
roll out of bed, take a shower
now im feelin like jack bower

Get dressed and grab the bud
Only to feel like im stuck in mud
Finally get to class
but not before i crash

After i find my friend t
we go to his house to match a b
soon it grows dark
so we head to the park

Think about the day
now all i want to do is lay
get in to bed, roll over
now its the next day to start all over

 

Sonoran Smoking

Atop a hill I sit on dead strands of grass
A breeze as cold as the dirt at my feet blows ripples of sand across the sun
I cradle the cool, smooth, lifeless mass in my hand
With the other I create heat
As the two join a happening beyond substance occurs
A new hue shines from between my talon grip
A color of radiant red as demanding as eyes in the dark
Yet calm like the existing life consuming my sight

Between two trunks of flesh the clouds disappear
Manage to exist in a habitat of differant light
Into the depth the billows of white vanish
Two globes pasted with concentric circles bulge with emotion and thought
Gasping air like a precious commodity
Emerging at last, the pearl plumes true
Having no gravity they're blown off into the sky
To dance and swirl with sand, reborn

 

on weed and lil e's lets get fuckd and talk 2 tree's lifes a trip and then you die so fuck them all lets get high

 

sex drugs rock n roll speed weed and birth control wen in life we dont succeed fuck the world and smoke that weed

lifes a bitch then u die screw the world lets get high


stoners live and stoners die so fuck the world and lets get high

i love drugs they love me crack cocaine and ecstasy with a sniff sniff here and a sniff sniff there now im in intensive care doctors sed i wont live come on ppl give give give with a little bit of crack and a little bit of weed we will get through this catastrophe

lol beat that haha

 

cant get no betta

living in the fast life
we let life pass us by
we slow down some
we do it for the high

as that dutch burns
the smokes makes clounds of heavenly air
the head makes turns
and the mind is clear

no more psycho in my tide
no problems no worries
my moon is half past full on this ride
side effect if the munchies

try not to quit
its gods best creation
let us not destroy it
but give it legalization