Poems on Peyote :)

I think I like to get high and write stoney poems...I just noticed this today. So here is the first one of the thread. I call this one "How about you?"

Roses are red, violets are blue.
I like dank buds, how about you?
With green and crystal, purpel in hue,
I'm hella baked, and how about you?

A poem on peyote

Post all your stoney poetry here!

I'll kill the first person that posts a Haiku.

Dank buds make me happy!

Nice thread my man!

Here's a haiku for all y'all off the top...

I love the dank buds
They keep me happy and chill
Load up and take shots

(You know you love it Carne)

Small sacred cactus
Eat some buttons; see the gods
Oh damn, just saw Carne Seca's post.

cheers 'neer

The buds I smoke are raw and pure,
They get me stoned and that's for sure,
When I'm high I'm on a tour,
Fuck that weak shit, give me some more!

Poems on peyote

cannabineer said:

Small sacred cactus
Eat some buttons; see the gods
Oh damn, just saw Carne Seca's post.

cheers 'neer

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You're safe. You weren't the first one......

There once was a man from Nantucket...

I get sticky icky fingers when breaking up my gooey nugs
Then I love to snap a rip and drink some cold ass bud
Football, beer, weed and blow, that's how I like to roll
I love my dank, my booze and broads cause I'm a dirtyho

I wrote this about 7 years ago...

Wake up in the morning and I smoke first thing
Getting high before dawn always makes me sing
Puff a joint or two is how I do this thing
Steady doin' drugs to make my head go zing

Do a few lines to make your shit go zoom
Gotta find some caps to some magic mushrooms
Watch the walls melt and change color in this room
Get a little worried cause it feels like doom

Now you're on my level cause it's been four days
You're feelin' kinda funny seein' shit in different ways
You get a little nervous cause your brain has gone astray
You really start to wonder why you like it this way

But then it comes back to you, you like this trip
Doing all the wrong and unacceptable shit
Making people say, "Dude you really aint hip"
But all you can think about is wheres the next hit

So pass me the Guinness let me tie one on
Puff a fat joint before I hit the bong
Un-fuckin-conscience all day long
And hearin' people tell me I do nothin' but wrong

The moral of the story's I could give a shit less
I love cocaine before I have sex
From back yard grass, to top notch ses
I'ma keep on doin' what I'm doin' cause I'm still the best.

High as a kite we fly
Softly into the forbidden sky
And every tingle felt
And every worry melt,
We rise

And those who have awoken
Become enticed
By the raidiant sun

A solitary feather falls
As we ascend into the
Hallowed halls

A fraction passed and
We lost our breath
And fell to
A watery death

And only memories of the past
Held the barrier fast
Now we roam half alive
Until we again dare
To rise
And against the oncoming night
We rise.



i was fucked up off my ass when i wrote this

When I'm fucked up off my ass, the attention span long enough to write more than 4 lines goes out the window. So I keep em short and sweet. Which will be the title of the next poem. Inspiration.

Short and sweet.

I like my plants short and sweet,
They look so good I want to eat!
Grab a bong, grab a bowl, and grab a seat,
Let's get high! But be discreat...

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shhhhh...listen to the white snow fall
falling, on the trees so tall
so pretty and white
what a beautiful sight
the snow that falls on a winter's night

I wrote this when I was 9 and got an F cause teacher didn't believe I wrote it... Of course after my grandma got involved I got an A.

Lol the bumb ass teacher was like "damn this is a better poem than I can do! Fail!" Very good brew