Weed poems

Of all the substances that you can find
Mary Jane is the name to stand the test of time.
It has never killed anyone, just made them sublime
But for some reason our country considers it a war crime.

People who need it are being sent to rot in jail,
In some states for a life-time with no chance of bail.
If only there were more true facts unveiled
Maybe someday freedom will prevail.

Until then the government will only feed us lies
We must all do what's right and vote for a demise,
Because it's thinking out-side the box they despise.
So many problems would be fixed if we would just legalize.

Alcohol kills 50,000 a year, and tobacco is responsible for half a mill.
People also overdose or get addicted to pain pills.
Pot does just as good, not addictive, and doesn't kill.
After knowing the facts you've got to wonder if our government is mentally ill,
Pull their heads out their asses, shut down the black market & add a tax bill.


Lets legalize.

And all of you anti-pot advocates, FUCK OFF! You are crippling other people's freedoms and doing exactly what the founding fathers didn't want. Look up real facts, watch Penn & Teller: Bullshit! the war on drugs. Learn something and then reconsider. Even if marijuana isn't your thing, that's no reason for it to be illegal either. I know plenty of people who hate drinking but pot relaxes them and puts them in the right mindset. :hat:

 

Spliff #3,523
Abstraction, when it’s subtlety is a fraction
Of its puddles of action
Can steal you back from Babylon
And your handle on conventional wisdom.
The city is a womb from which I come
Cumming wildly passionately, too many cellos for some
With a beat like the seat cushion, and the Subway hum
The passengers are duplexes and condominiums of
Yuppies, puppies, muppets and all the sheeples I love
Each one a finger traveling in purgatory’s glove
Sit melting in wax, their faces hovering on the traincar’s floor.
(I juest received a fax, each page was a boor.)
My fingerprints are captions, the keys are the doors
[For the need of the herd to ship the weed and the herbs
I’m breeding Dutch helicopters. From seeds into birds.]
Like the creed of the Brujo is a journey through shrooms
Ganja is a dojo where a flower named Jah(bless) blooms.

 

Legalize, legalize
Why is it a crime?
Smoking sweet mary
is no waste of time

Pack a bowl
roll a spliff
Tell all your friends
Come take a hit!
the fun never ends!

Rejoice
open minded one
when life's at its end
you'll have no regrets
if mary's your friend

 

There was once a man with some weed
And to smoke it, he felt the need
It brightened his day
So he shouted 'hurray'
Oh, he's happier now, indeed!

 

jesus christ our lord and savior
came to me one night
held a joint in one hand
and asked me for a light

i couldn't believe my eyes
i thought it was a joke
but jesus christ my lord and savior
took toke after toke after toke

he told me about his dad
and how he never listens
i told him i have my problems too
and all about my secret mission

my mission is to smoke as much
as i possibly can
and that's when his eyes lit up
and he took me by the hand

he took me to a special place
which i assume was heaven
and smoked a blunt right to the face
of primo AK forty seven

he said, 'this here is my garden'
look upon it with joy
he calls this place Weed Eden
said, 'roll us one old boy!'

 

The glistening trichs of a bowl freshly packed
My plant, my vice, my love, my 20 sack
Oh the elation of a bowl freshly packed
An elation inevitably wracked with a pact;
The war will end soon, with a triumphant end
To the hate, the bloodshed, the means to an end
So I spark my joint, a defiance; joint
with millions of Americans making their point
The hundreds of millions in places unknown
Lighting the herb, exploring mind's spaces unknown


Also, this is my favorite thread in the 1 1/2+ years I've been lurking in hipforums. Sorry that didn't rhyme.

 

Maryjane can't give you hives,
That's the government telling you lies.

This lovely weed,
Comes from an ity bitty seed.

You've barely just awoke,
but your rdy for a toke.

Pull out the bong,
hold it in real long.

Take a stroll,
to let yourself go.

You see a man walk by,
he stops to see that your high.

You take a closer look,
a man in disguise.

You say high,
and he say's goodbye.

He wrestles you to the ground,
locks your hands in a bound.

He searches you,
but doesn't have a clue.
You hid your weed tightly in your shoe.

You run like a fool,
till your face starts turning blue.

Pack a bowl,
and get ready for the bull.

He starts coming to the bay,
you take a puff and blow it his way.

He collapses with aggression,
till my car shows him a message.

Let that be a lesson,
to cops with aggression.

 

~Weedless~

Blue sky above
But all I see is rain
No happiness, no love
All I feel is pain
Nothing to hold onto
Nothing to keep me sane
No light at the end of the tunnel
I see no chance for change
I try to smile and laugh
but my efforts are in vain
I feel so lost and lonely
without my Mary Jane

I can't wait to light a spliff
Then take a toke and drift
to a place much more peaceful.
and much happier than this
Where sorrow is no more
and sadness turns to bliss
That wonderful moment in time
when pain ceases to exist
When everything in life
seems to make perfect sense
When a smile comes to my face
and I feel complete happiness:sifone:

 

Stoners live and stoners die but in the end we all get high so if in life you dont succeed then fuck this shit and smoke some weed

 

I wish I had some marijuana
then I'd get high whene'er I wanna

 

me and my bestie like to say,
" a friend with weed is a friend indeed! "

and dance it. :>

 

Sit on the couch,
Turn down the lights,
worked all day,
time to start my night,
Grab that pipe, joint or bong,
So many people, got it all wrong.
Liquor, Smokes, the shit you dont need.
Just call up your buddy, get a big bag o' weed,
I love my herb, it makes me feel alright,
Morning, Noon, an Every Night

hahahah i made an account just to post on this thread

 

I like to fry
to get high
bye-bye
im going so high, up in the sky
i look down and im on the moon
imma plant somethin' new here real soon
ill say "hi" to my new moon-cannabi
then once again, bye
by this time next year
ill have no fear
as im sitting on mars
eating chocolate bars

 

That's placebo

My poem

need
seed
breed
weed
stoned.

 

Isn't it 'a friend with weed is better'?

 

A friend in need is a friend indeed
but a friend with weed is better

It's basically a mix of the two lines, but it's unmistakably Placebo. The source, mean.

 

Yeah, I remember them from college.

 

weed is everlasting
not compacting

weed makes my butterfingers crisp
unlike a homicidal trip

weed is surrounding
media is drowning

weed is forever
forcing us too surrender

weed is a supernova
contracting minds in a coma

weed is confusing
with the public loosing

weed is hilarious
F.D.A. is instantaneous

weed is the prophesy
uncle same claims his property

weed is a green bill
more for bush too steal

weed is a stimulant
taken in an instant

weed is attached
yet weed is unlashed

weed is unexplainable
however unarangable

weed is taken
thought by many forsaken

weed is eternally unsolvable
for an instant the world is dissolved

 

if weed was water and i was a duck, i would swim to the bottom and never come back up, but since weed aint water and im not a duck, pass me the blunt and il shut the fuck up

 

When you feel disconnected,
When you feel the need,
Take a breath,
Smoke some weed.

If you don't want alcohol,
If you don't want a shot,
Grab a jay,
And inhale some pot.

Don't dis this life,
Don't put it on the curb,
It's all natural,
My magic herb.

Does it make you ill?
Does it make you sick?
Then man you got ripped off,
That isn't chronic.

Sit all in a circle,
To the left pass,
Have some fun,
With the silly grass.

Makes you feel like sliding,
Sliding down a slope,
Grab a zong,
And rip that dope.

Brings people together,
Like a cool fairy,
We all call her,
Our Aunt Mary.

When you need to think,
Just a little deeper,
Why don't you blaze,
A little reefer.

It was just yesterday,
But it's way down memory lane,
She tends to do that,
Our Mary Jane.

When you get kinda low,
You get in a funk,
You know its time for,
Some major skunk.

It's not a Ford,
It's not a Honda,
Sit in that VW bus,
And burn some ganja.

Decked out in a crown,
Rockin' a sash,
Who is this?
The King of hash.

Makes you appreciate,
The flora and fauna,
It's beautiful, wonderful,
Amazing, perfect, mystical, marijuana!

HBD Tessa.​