Here are 2 poems i found on google These are not mine but they are about quit smoking and i thought you all should see them.
This first poem is about Second hand Smoking
I lie in here, beside the whitewashed wall,
My hair is gone, my head is bald,
The room is sterile and it's very cold,
Wish you were here, Dad, I need someone to hold.
I can't breathe, I'm on a machine,
It goes whirr and click, it's such a din,
I've got lung cancer, it's all black inside,
When Mom says smoking causes cancer, Dad, I think she lied.
I never lit up, even when you did,
I just sat next to you, a small little kid,
You huffed and puffed through your life, Dad,
And Mom always looked so very sad.
My friends asked me to smoke, but I never did,
Because Mom told me from young: smoking is stupid,
It soots up your lungs and blackens your teeth,
So when I see a smoker, Dad, I anger and seethe.
You smoked two packs a day but you're still healthy and strong,
I hate smokers, Dad, but I never thought you wrong,
I love you, Dad, I always sat next to you,
And I know that you always loved me too.
The room here is cold, I see you through the glass,
And I think back to long ago, Dad, of times past,
Of the memories, I recall as much as I can,
There's always been a cigarette, Dad, stuck inside your hand.
I remember the fun things, Dad, all the times we had,
But as I look at you from here, you look so very sad,
You're not smoking, Dad, no cigarette I can see on you,
Maybe it's just the hospital, and this is the ICU.
My breathing becomes labored, I don't think I'll live,
Well, I tried my best, I gave all I had to give,
But one thing, Dad, I cannot comprehend,
I'm not a smoker, so why is my life about to end?
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Here is another good poem about quitting
Laying happily last night on my couch
A fire blazing inside of my house
With caroles playing and reading a book
In my PJs and settled in my nook.
Suddenly what does my mind start to think?
It certainly took me over the brink!
Into the WaWa and up to the clerk
I asked for the cigs and felt like a jerk.
Then back to my car and sitting inside,
took out my lighter and inhaled a sigh
It felt so good and I smiled with glee,
and then I remembered, this isn't me!!
Oh no, it isn't, I am no longer smoking,
With eyes opened wide I started choking
I came up off the couch faster than speed
And started to pound ole nic into seed.
With the rant complete I took out a pot
And placed the seeds deep inside with a plop
To the garden I ran away with tears
And I plant the seeds of all my past fears.
This junkie thinking now deep in the ground
These seeds become flowers of beauty I found
Striking and pretty from badly vile
Makes all this trouble seem so worthwhile.
