stoner poetry

[silversurfer]

we all love the green
you and i
lets smoke some weed
and get high


one bong two bong
red bong blue bong


w is for the way it makes me feel
e is for every season i peel
e is for everyday i smoke
d is for the dank nugs i toke


this is not a joke
you know i like to toke
i smoke all kinds of weed
but never the seed
if you smoke a bong
you'll never go wrong
lets roll a j
its the only way
just bought a pound
it can go all around
this some dank bud
something something thud

[Oneironaut]

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Cannabis is green,
Violets are blue (did I say that already?)

[Cassiopiea]

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Cannabis is green,
Violets are blue (did I say that already?)

Hahahahahaha.

[Inferius]

Keys of Faith, Keys of Joy,
Keys of Peace, Keys of Lore,
A Bong is the key,
The Key to the Way.

The Way is not a rebellion, or a haughty way to get attention,
The Way is a solution to the everydayness of most lives.
Changing wonder to mystical, love to passion, colors at every corner.
Promoting solemn brotherhood amongst all things, it inspires no wars, or battles of any kind.
The Way is Utopia. Let our lungs be our wings. Destination or not- we will surely travel in style.
and then just something I wrote stoned:
Fluttering skirts... longing stares through rain-stained windows
Sinking teeth into a red-burned apple, the hum and flow of laughter
Floating above feilds of green, running full steam into spring.
Climbing steps into foreign buildings in foreign cities,
Sharing un-controllable smiles with an old friend, hugging in a combustion of joy and reminisce.
Admiring the brown tendrils of hair, curling back up on a neck of purity,
Evening campfires, the glow of the stars twinkling down upon soothed spirits,
Every morning a blissful reminder of being alive another day,
Life. Infinitely Perplexing Love.

[MaryJaneintheCloset]

Whoa. Intense guys.

[crudemood]

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Cannabis is green,
Violets are blue (did I say that already?)

classic, that is stoner poetry for sure. :D

[HypnotizedMind]

poetry is gay.

[the yeag]

poetry is not gay..well i do not really care who cares if its gay-its the same as rap i love rap...mabyee i'm gay...yes a big flameing fag...that's me- hypnotizedmind is a catcher.


free yo mind, free yo soul,
release yo thoughts and load a bowl.
pack it tight hit it slow,
but don't pass to hyp-mind,he's an assho

[HypnotizedMind]

poetry is not gay..well i do not really care who cares if its gay-its the same as rap i love rap...mabyee i'm gay...yes a big flameing fag...that's me- hypnotizedmind is a catcher.


free yo mind, free yo soul,
release yo thoughts and load a bowl.
pack it tight hit it slow,
but don't pass to hyp-mind,he's an assho


sorry its my opinion, i stick by it.

[smoke it]

free yo mind, free yo soul,
release yo thoughts and load a bowl.
pack it tight hit it slow,
but don't pass to hyp-mind,he's an assho

hahahaha thats funny. and poerty isnt gay, your just too stupid to comprehend the beauty of it.

[the yeag]

BBBBBB BURN

[buddymyfriend]

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Cannabis is green,
Violets are blue (did I say that already?)

LoL!

I love poetry, such a great way to express yourself!

[Greenport]

Life is short not that long
Roll a joint and toke on...
pack a bong
pack a bowl
Light it up
take it slow

[benagain]

I've never been a fan of poetry and as such I've never been good at it. I respect it though, I just can't tell you whats good or not. Everything I've read here is as good as anything I've read in a book as far as I'm concerned.

[budsmoker]

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Cannabis is green,
Violets are blue (did I say that already?)

violets are blue
weed is green
i love weed
and so do u:)

yeah yeah i know i suck at poetry:o

[wayoftheleaf]

The leaf is the truth
the truth in your mind

A truth that only you can see
So true to me and free

This freedom in my mind and soul
I never wish to let it go

The bong sor ound
so colorful and large

Takes you to the other worlds
where little men dance around

The freedom the leaf gives
so grand and pure

Yet the MAN wants to get rid of us
Like seeds in a bag

We are nothing to them
Just ants in a stream

This world we see and feel
It is but a dream

We live it and see it but still we know
Fuch Bush and the government, lets take a toke.

[HypnotizedMind]

hahahaha thats funny. and poerty isnt gay, your just too stupid to comprehend the beauty of it.

im smarter than you.
i just dont like the poetry that doesnt mean shit but people think it does mean something, but really its just random words.

but im talking old poetry..not your little stoner poems, those are cool.

i just noticed the name of the thread, it changes everything.
ive been smoking alot lately, sorry.

[Inferius]

im smarter than you.
i just dont like the poetry that doesnt mean shit but people think it does mean something, but really its just random words.

but im talking old poetry..not your little stoner poems, those are cool.

i just noticed the name of the thread, it changes everything.
ive been smoking alot lately, sorry.

I agree with you.
A lot of poetry is written, and then people try to interpret it.
Why the fuck would you write something that needs to be interpreted?
And I don't like poetry in general, I love music, but poetry is just...
Different Strokes for Different Folks.
Heres my abstract fuck you have a shitty time interpreting nothing poem of the day.
Suck it, Suck it, Oh My jellyfish,
Twisting foray, Dire rambuctious,
Holding virtue steady on the wing,
Trying Blue.
Studiously round, amongst the Crab people.

[buddymyfriend]

Buddy was here, but now he's not
He's round the corner smoking pot.
You see He wrote this poem to make a point,
There's nothing better than a joint!:thumbsup:

[Buddha Man]

roll a blunt, wrap it nice
pass the beers, pass the light
see the night, see the day
see new horizons from my J

[smoke it]

im smarter than you.


yaaaa...bullshit. poetry is beautiful, you just have to know what it means. if you cant interpret it, dont read it. and you have no right to call poetry gay. homosexuality is a lifestyle, poetry is a bunch of thoughts and interpretations written down. it cant be "gay".

[Acouwaila]

*clear throat*

cant we all
just get a-long
pack a bowl
and hit a bong
take a trip
to a place
called taco bell
then stuff our face

[wayoftheleaf]

This radio is the bomb
Almost as good as a premium bong
Listen to this stuff
light that shit up
Lets go with the flow
And fucking smoke that bowl.

[HypnotizedMind]

yaaaa...bullshit. poetry is beautiful, you just have to know what it means. if you cant interpret it, dont read it. and you have no right to call poetry gay. homosexuality is a lifestyle, poetry is a bunch of thoughts and interpretations written down. it cant be "gay".

Like i said before its my opinion...and do you have any proof that your smarter than me?

okay then.

[wayoftheleaf]

Come one people just get mellow. get along. stop with the hate

[higher4hockey]

^ nice av ....know what that means ?

[Hempstone]

I wrote the following poem about 11 years or so ago...

Mutual Benefactors

From wherefore cometh thou holy dope that we smoke when we toke?
Did it not descend upon us from the starry heavens above?
Does it not grow from the soul of mother earth?
To give pleasure is the pleasure of ganja
But who is more pleased - The smoker or that which is smoked?
Ganja gets high because it gets to play in the mind of man
And the man gets high because he gets to experience the mind of nature
And both become mutual benefactors in this spiritual exchange
In holy union two lovers embrace
Transported away to a beautiful place
Where it is said that the high mind resides
So birdie birdie in the mystic sky
You don't have to flap your wings to fly
Tell you what - You give me some of that birdseed
And I'll share some of my weed
And we'll slide down rainbows in the astral plane
Go insane from a baked brain
But that's allright - We're not crazy
The world is

Les Stark

[Acouwaila]

I wrote the following poem about 11 years or so ago...

Mutual Benefactors

From wherefore cometh thou holy dope that we smoke when we toke?
Did it not descend upon us from the starry heavens above?
Does it not grow from the soul of mother earth?
To give pleasure is the pleasure of ganja
But who is more pleased - The smoker or that which is smoked?
Ganja gets high because it gets to play in the mind of man
And the man gets high because he gets to experience the mind of nature
And both become mutual benefactors in this spiritual exchange
In holy union two lovers embrace
Transported away to a beautiful place
Where it is said that the high mind resides
So birdie birdie in the mystic sky
You don't have to flap your wings to fly
Tell you what - You give me some of that birdseed
And I'll share some of my weed
And we'll slide down rainbows in the astral plane
Go insane from a baked brain
But that's allright - We're not crazy
The world is

Les Stark

thats truely a good poem. I understand all of it. = ) very deep

[wayoftheleaf]

^ nice av ....know what that means ?

symbol of the army, latin for Freedom of Oppression

I keep it because it is an oxy-moron of my country that uses it.

[smoke it]

i could say the same thing to you hypnotizedmind

[Hempstone]

thats truely a good poem. I understand all of it. = ) very deep

Thank you. I appreciate that.

Peace to you

[the yeag]

YOU KNOW WHAT I LIKE ~hypnotized mind~ HE STATED HIS SHIT AND DID NOT FLAME BACK......ALRIGHT MAN...I'LL PASS THE BOWL TO YA....


roses are red
weed is green
hit this shit
it will make you dream

smoke it , toke it
fire it up,
just don't nigger lip it
and put it in your butt

that rhyme was gay
but i say hey
it's all right
i'll roll a new ~J~


that rap was so lame..i was listening to some old school rap...blood hound gang, and beastie boys...so i had to give the props....kinda sounds good to the old school beat...hip hip hippty hop ya don't stop....bang to the boogie that beats.....ha ha fooking ha...i am wooted

[potsmokingnome]

Pack the bowl with luscious green.
Pack the bowl with your grief and despair..

Ignite the bowl..
Ignite all your hate and fears...

Inhale the tantilizing fumes of the green..
Inhale all your worries and stress..

Exhale the by product of the herb
Exhale all your worries and stress to the far corners of the world..

When in doubt pack again and repeat, and repeat again ;)

[wayoftheleaf]

The world in the sky
We see it everday

It passus by
On its merry way

The quiet holes
That fill our souls

So obvious
Yet so rarely known

This humanity
So sad and frail

Our minds are whole
But lay like shattered glass

Love is a glue
That is not often found

If only we could release its hold
The hold of a world we don't truly know

We might be set free to live
If only we could be set free for love

[ELANDO]

As I pack my bowl
And hear this song
I just can't wait
To hit that bong

I light it up
Suck it in
Let it out
Lets begin

Watch the smoke
Drift away
As I toke
Through today

My head lifts
My mind grows
My memory goes
My thoughts flow

I can't remember....
*Falls down thud*
Fuck it now
Lets smoke some bud.

[Greenport]

stop the hate
love the love
its our fate
from above
this plant is great
it is holy
just like cheese
it can get moldy :D:D

[Eraserhead71]

Weed comes from seed
seed is a deed
deed done with glee
glee from God

roifl im so high this makes no sense

[Cassiopiea]

Aborted post.

[wayoftheleaf]

potato post

[TheSmokingMonkey]

a haiku:

smoking up again
what am I going to eat?
I've got the munchies.

:)

[in.music.u.trust]

i am baked
with a rake
it says hi
i am high!
hahaha that rhymes
with a pocket full of dimes
fuck dr suess
im the real ruse
i dunno what is a ruse
but it rhymed with Suess!
wow this is getting long
time to whip out that bong!

damn i gotta do this more often....the poetry thing when im baked!