Best Cellophane Poems

She seemed somewhat sad
So she slid
Semi-comatose...

...Cellophane Soul screams
Saran-wrapped
Such subtle sorrow

Semi-transparent
Sweet, still sleep
She succumbs slowly

Sad Cellophane Soul
Silent screams
Suddenly strangled

Suicide succeeds
Suffering 
Cellophane Soul soars

© 2011 Kevin Stock...

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cellophane world...

procuring accouterment
of this and that from hither and thither

the consumeristic narcotic
rages through our pulsing veins

as we desperately try to pull on the ever-loosening reins


growing up all those years ago was easier, I do confess

with hardly a hint of all this materialistic excess

for money was...

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Submit my amateur thirst
For urban slaves
With nothing else on my mind
But food for the plague.
It's not the armed that harm the harmless
But this honeyed tongued prince 
With his hands on his head.
Damn those blaspheming template lovers
Wrought of inbreed prostitution and 
Finger licking good tax rendition.
Divorce...

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As Jack Frost feathers the outside windowpane,
my silly kitty tries to scratch through the ice.
Although the glass looks like crinkled cellophane,
stop wasting your time silly kitty; be nice.

Let's snuggle together and watch the frost form
my bed under a blanket that's soft and warm.
Mom said it...

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I hear the world buzzing by,
In silence I rely,
Yet I cry,
For I see with my hearts eyes,

Cellophane should be my name,
Invisible I remain,
Screaming out in vain,

Even invisible he use to see,
Now he is blind to all thats me,
My curse is feeling,

Caring,
Yet I'm all alone,
With cellophane...

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LEAVING ME HERE
I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT ALL OF THIS WASN'T MY FAULT
MEMORIES BRINGING ME BACK TO THE PLACES THAT I DON'T KNOW AT ALL
BUT I WANTED YOU HERE TO SEE IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE
LIFE IS GONNA BE BETTER ON THE OTHERSIDE

CELLOPHANE GIRL
LIVING IN...

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A heart as a lark,
That has woken it’s neighbours
Come out in conjecture
With fierce loaded chambers
A wing to be taken away

To locks without window or doors
Where the pulse may condense__
__ A sanguine taste upon the floor
And a fog on the window panes
As lungs carry scars

From obsessions...

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(This is a fictional poem)
When I was a child, I ordered action figures through the mail.
They sent them in cellophane bags and I always caught hell.
I removed the action figures and threw away the bags.
Instead of being trusted, I was constantly nagged.
Mom found some of...

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When I 
Think about 
Loving you 
I think 
About reaching 
For my 
Bible and
Shaking it

My hand hurts
From writing 
My love 
In the 
Bindings of 
Bibles
And Moleskins

I am transparent.
As transparent
As the 
Warmth love
Brings, as
Transparent as 
A newborn
Thrown through
Cellophane

Our world 
Is transparent,
A transparent 
Rattle, a 
Rattle that...

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Wound in Cellophane


The older women come to coffee
with cookies wound in cellophane. 
They talk of children

or their children’s children
or their garden.
Or they simply sew

and watch the young girls trickle in, 
buy berry rolls and coffee,
nibble, sip, lick fingers, blow

small parachutes of smoke, 
and laugh a...

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Cellophane 
                                          I'm here...

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A baby of tiniest of teeniest winds floated into the breakroom today.
She picked up three itsy bitsy cellophane pieces I had not even noticed,
And she lifted them up ever so slightly,
I watched these transparent pieces cavort in a mini-wind-circle,
It reminded me of three puppies, frolicking.
This...

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she wakes as a cello
in the morning not
high strung but
mellowly tuned

i run one of
my fingers
feeling her
f hole as

the air makes
her shapely
boxed body
quiver in

sound and
breath as
she breathes
vibrating strings

just plucked
slightly an open
g seizes the beat
of my heart as 

it ceases to be
modulating to c
as i tightly wrap
her...

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My wife of seven years has not noticed I exist
I give her whatever I can but it is never enough
She is looking for something better
Someone else
Someone more

I am invisible 
Inconsequential
Unlovable, unappreciated
Replaceable, obliterated,
Interchangeable, not even derange-able

Mr. Cellophane should be my name
People do not see me
I am...

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Roadside flowers, defy the rain
handwritten cards, spell out the name
of someone’s son, of someone’s friend
just where the road, begins to bend
at the spot where everything changed

Passers-by said it was a shame
nobody quite sure who to blame
but everyone could comprehend
roadside flowers.

A face looks through the window...

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