Basket Poems - Poems about Basket

Grocery Woes

As so many shoppers
consistently doing all manner of wrong
fail to return their trolleys
from whence they came to where they belong
it really irks when I leave work
drive my hybrid to the supermarket
circle the car park for what seems hours
and can't find a place to park it
the question may seem odd to some
and yet I have to

Sunday afternoon

sunday afternoon
fresh basket of wildflowers ~
a knock on Nan's door



AP: 2nd place 2025

i know i'm late, so here's a picnic basket to make up for it

There is something so 
sad about fireworks. 
They're so flashy, 
pretty, and exciting, 
but as they fade it
makes you feel sort 
of lonely. 

Afterall, they're 
nothing more than 
a semi-permanent 
spark intended to 
entertain for a 
semi-permanent 
moment. 

The people that 
come into our lives 
are a lot like the 
fireworks: 

flashy, pretty, 
exciting.

Then 
we

In Your Easter Bonnet

She, in her Easter bonnet
Standing beneath the shade,
Alongside gentlemen in top hats
To view an Easter parade

Church bells ring distantly
Showy, white lilies sway,
Waving to sweet daffodils 
On this springtime holiday 

Baskets with chocolate rabbits 
Jelly beans and colored eggs,
Are carried by happy children 
Running by on pudgy legs

A whirl of pastel colors
Meant to delight the eye,
Like

Mother hen

I opened the basket daily,                                                 Mother hen

Yogi Bear and Boo-boo Too

Oh, Jellystone Park, where echoes reside,
In the whispers of trees and the brook's gentle glide.
A haven of mischief, of laughter, of cheer,
Where two famous bears roam year after year.

Yogi, the leader, so quick with a plan,
A bear of bold wit, a most cunning fan.
With his tie so dapper, his hat tilted just so,
A schemer of

Bamboo Basket Making

Bamboo needs soaking
To make it more pliable
It's easy to bend.

Basket of Deplorables

If in the basket of deplorables must I be,
To quote a term most used by sweetest Hilary,
Then let me state this best I can,
I'm voting for our country, not the man.

A country where race and gender aren't the bait,
But where everyone is open to debate,
United by a sense of common pride
Holding back divisions’ surging tide.

Where

Trumpeting and mythologizing deranged deplorable basket case as demigod

Trumpeting and mythologizing deranged deplorable basket case as demigod

Any idea regarding who unnamed individual earned such lofty title? I offer a clue, that averred person unknown to many others within the webbed, wide world, and familiarity limited to smattered kith and kin. Lemme know if dead giveaway ala handy dandy blues clue prompted that "aha"

Basket Case

A waste paper basket, a trash can, a bin
Whatever you call it, some things won’t stay in
The things that you write
Long into the night
May make, when discarded… one hell of a din

*

Don’t write by moonlight at midnight
Do not trash your tale late at night
For powers unseen
And terribly mean
May use it to give you a fright

I

Basket Bucket Rim Rim

Hand's Up Dashing, Feat Moving, Ball Grasping .... Let's Soar!

Sound's Fill The Gymnasium, Nothing Blocks Our Chore!

Inside, Outside, .... Up And Down, Once, .... More!

Basket Bucket, Rim, Rim, Shoot From The Floor;
                       

Ket Poetry Challenge

I have seen plenty of things never been experienced by an alive eye socket.
I have been through the struggle of filling my empty pockets.
Call me a sprocket.
But I have valid questions.
Like, when will our country restore its status as food basket?
When will I have fresh water in the bucket?
When will I have my next brisket?
With

Bread Basket

Tattered roads and cracked teeth, 
Shallow pride and hidden graves,
Shameless romance, drunk bees,
Trees bending, the axes raping,
Fields virgin, crops wilder,
Beauty stolen,
Residing in the pouch of the lame mistress.

Shattered screams, mute stares,
The sounds of rain rising, teardrops, dry as dirt,
Following the turns of straight lines
And shadows glowing in dark times,
Rain forests begging from deserts.
Lions and kittens,

April

After the “egg” hunt,
Pretty brightly-wrapped candies
Rest in my basket. 
I liked the eggs much better,
Lacking a taste for sugar.

Accessory Is Necessary

I’d had to simply voice it elsewhere
And didn’t forget to on it swear:
Much of what is now necessary
 Is the headache of Accessory…

By far an astonishing puzzle,
To clothes compared: the ones that dazzle
A necessary accessory
Proves Accessory necessary:
In minds summoning the rosary
With its rare roles in soul nursery,
Wedding Ring- the less seen in marriage  
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