by Harpreet Samra | Mar 24, 2018 | Strain Poetry
Picture yourself in a sea full of people, Not bothered at all by their judgmental eyes. Somebody calls you, you don’t answer too slowly, Despite soaring towards some incredible highs. Syrupy flowers appear at your door, Not long ’til they take you...
by Harpreet Samra | Mar 12, 2018 | Strain Poetry
Too many shots of whiskey last night, I would kill for some relief, Thankfully I know where to find some, in the form of sweet green leaf. I open my pill box, and greet a scent toothsome and tropical, I ready my lungs, since this medicine is not a topical. The...
by Harpreet Samra | Mar 12, 2018 | Strain Poetry
Your sweet smelling pale buds allow you to seem tame, Oh dear, who gave you such an exorbitant name? A sensual seduction worthy of Snoop Dogg, I must see if you live up to all that you claim. I’m in need of a pick up, my body is weary, my smile is faded, ...
by Harpreet Samra | Mar 12, 2018 | Strain Poetry
Just as sublime as your namesake, the mighty white whale, I would take up fleets across oceans just to find you. Object of my obsession upon first few inhales, Blowing smoke as smooth as streams of white and blue water. Body numb, feeling good, you forget...
by Harpreet Samra | Mar 9, 2018 | Strain Poetry
The guy calling at your door is not quite a girl scout, Although, that Cookie he’s selling, you can’t go without. She is better than biscuits, at erasing a pout, And though she might smell sweet, She is a pure knock-out. Beautiful in appearance, a...
