Weed poems

Stoned as stone is stoned is she-

who smoked a bowl and so did he

Folly them who are not me-

who toked a smoke and smelled the green.



Ok, so that was actually one I came up with when I was sixteen, high as a kite and just having fun speaking aloud my silliness. The words have probably been changed a bit, but oh well. Will probably make one to put up here.

 

I joined just because of this topic. Some really kick-ass poems here! So heres one of mine:

Hashmaster

Hashmaster
Smoke gathers faster
Delivering the herb to his fellow man

Dopesmoker,
he was just another toker
Brought into the cult to kill the evil one

Weed Sorceress, Marijuana Preistess
All gather at the Altar
Under the Black Sun

Together they join
protectors of the weed
They send the Marijuana Warrior to war

Swordmasters battle,
the Stoned One must use his dark powers
to bring down the killers of our weed

Hashishian prevails!
To take down the keepers of this veil
that blinds us


Unapologetic Marijuana fantasy poem about liberators and liars

 

And here's another:


You think you can control the dope
I think I know you need control

Don't try to look
it's me you'll never find
I can float so high
up into the sky

You wanna hate
all your rage gestates
to kill your fellow weedian
is to let our freedom die

Marijuana followers destroy
your percieved order
you think no society
could function w/ this opiate

It's beyond your grasp
We are the keepers of the Hash

And you should know that we're in congress.

 

i only smoke weed when i need to i guess i smoke weed cos im pleased to go get my weed from my dealer only sells me sensimelia lost in purple haze blinded by northern lights i smoke some blues today to blaze away my nights whats creaping in the shadow is that a white widdow ak47 poking through my window i smoke weed on a daly basis it makes it hard to tie my laces i get giggles from funny faces bet you can't run when someone chases sold my soul lost control started to feel no need for weed but thats all gone wrong just took anoter hit from the bong

 

As I let the smoke roll from my mouth
I exert all thoughts that send me south
So realize this
Dont prohibit good ol' cess
Cause when you intake it, your mind feels blessed
your at ease
Relaxed
Filtering anger through thoughts that make u think back
once your there
you start to stare
cause u realize
only the Police really care

 

I once smoked some weed from a pipe,

That got me as high as a kite,

I thought my gun for a fiddle so I went for the pistol then off that I stole with your life.

 

i tie a rope around my neck
jump off a 100 foot deck
before i ever show the weed any desrespect
pass me the green stuff
sit here all day and puff puff
im not picky this stuff is sticky
it made her pussy wet then i gaver the dick-y and a hickey
her name was whitney her sister named brittany
they both always smoke their weed with me
and i accept
cause they are hot and im a mad cronic head!