Smokes

sorenbarrett

Youth like my smokes, gone

pleasure dissolved in air

wrinkled wrapper withdrawn

shaken empty, despair

 

Discarded trash

memory stains on fingers

burned out ash

sweet smoke lingers

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 22nd, 2024 03:46
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 23
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
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  • 2781

    There designed to make us sick, with all the chemicals they add.
    Keeps their buddies in the pharmaceutical business busy.
    Don't mind a puff, every now and then.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks for the read and comment. Yes they are not good and I don't smoke them but they seem a good analogy.

    • orchidee

      Fido has his pipe (no tobacco in it) and carpet slippers, sitting by the fire, checking poems for 18+ button. A homely scene, but he barks fiercely if people 'forget' to mark certain poems 18+. lol.

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks Orchi, love the smell of pipe smoke, it is highly seductive and deserves an 18+ rating

        • jarcher54

          I'll go back through my old stuff... I'm sure I have something naughty.

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks so much for the review and comment. It is most appreciated.

          • Teddy.15

            I'd like to say I feel sorry for you dear sorrenbarret but I do not 🤣 smoking is a bad nasty smelly habit bad for teeth lungs and all. Hey and growing old, well how lucky are you? I have no sympathy for you today ❤️ your healthy wise and hair like father Xmas? What's not to love?

            • sorenbarrett

              Just because I write about things doesn't mean they reflect me but I thank you for your concern and the read. Yes many of my poems are about others not myself. I have seen so many things and known so many people in life some of them need sharing. I do love the smell of pipe tobacco and a good cigar though.

              • Teddy.15

                I didn't think for a minute it was about you, I was just pulling your leg dear friend. 🌹

              • jarcher54

                when your fingers go brown, you are savoring every puff down to the fingers... or going filterless? So when the kids bum a butt, do you pretend not to have a light?

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thanks so much for the read and comment. A pipe or cigar will prevent the stain and smell better as well butt how often do you see a kid with one?

                • Doggerel Dave

                  Memories of my youth, the operative word being lingering. But memories only - I'm not, and haven't for a number of years, regarded them as anything other than that.
                  Despair? Regret? All that passed a long time ago. Well and truly reconciled now.
                  Provocative write, Soren - thanks.

                • Goldfinch60

                  You had that youth soren and it brought you to the wonderful place where you are now in your life.

                  Andy

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thanks Andy so true. Thanks for the read and kind words friend.



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