Best Grocery Store Poems

Marching down life’s highway, my feet became very sore
I then came upon a sign that read “Heaven’s Grocery Store”
When I got closer the doors swung open wide
Next thing I knew I was standing there inside
I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere
They handed me a...

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Small town grocery stores nowadays are very rare indeed,
But in simpler times they supplied a family's every need.
As a Hoosier lad, I worked in Mr L B Owen's Grocery Store,
In charge of absolutely nothing, but was given every rotten chore!

Poor Mr Owens was prone to...

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Waiting at the Grocery Store

Looking around, my fingers fidgeting a multicolored scarf,
Searching through pockets for a letter that needs to be read, 
a phone call message I need to hear, but there are none. 
And I am going over the list one more time,
Standing semi-still...

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A Bear in the Grocery Store

By Elton Camp

The greeter on the grocery side
Screamed as her eyes grew wide.
Never had she seen that before.
A black bear walked in the door.

Customers looked to see the matter.
Spotted the bear and began to scatter.
The public address began to blare,
Ordering...

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If we don’t have time for the supermarket,
there’s a store on the corner for what we can get.
For years, it has stood.
The quality and service are good.
We get what we need and more
at the CORNER GROCERY STORE....

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I try to pass the powdered donuts 
They jump off the display 
landing happily in my grocery cart.

I am next met by a shelf full of potato chips.
Lays – my favorite brand.
They throw themselves at my face.
I catch a bag in midair.

What kind of grocery...

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Tensions Flare
The Air...

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How're you doing?
  I'm doing fine
Everything good?
  Knock on wood

What's new?
  Not much
Take care
  Stay in touch

How's business?
  Never better
Come back soon
  It'll be my pleasure

What's going on?
  Same old stuff
How are things?
  Good enough

How're the kids?
...

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I just got home,                                         ...

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I am parked in front of a store
There is hamburger inside with my man
He asked if I wanted to come in.
Not on your life.
I have already spent fifty dollars today
On doggy treats at the dollar store
The daily limit I allow myself to spend
Here he comes...

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Written by Gail R DeBole
on May 30, 2020
(A Song)

Trying to stay alive at the grocery store.
Trying to safely get to aisle four.
You avoiding me.
Me avoiding you.
Trying to get to aisle four.

Trying to get
Trying to get
Trying to get
To aisle four.

Trying to stay
Trying to stay
Trying to stay
Alive...

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He took up a lot of space
for a skinny guy.
Arms shooting out from his pits,
grabbing this and that.
Neck jutting left and right
and all the time
occupying the middle of the aisle.
Being older and fatter,
I paused my shopping cart,
waited
pretended I didn't want
to shove his ass into
the canned...

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That moment I step in- front, automatic sliding
doors, of my favorite grocery store 'open-wide'
slide apart this transcends my being, automatically...
into manifest... 

visions of what were to come- entered in a time
she was gliding down a busy Aisle, on her way
to unpredictable places, then at that...

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each day we walk, slowly and leisurely, through our neighborhood
enjoying the sights of houses, purple, blue, yellow
gardens started and forgotten, left fallow for the fall,
to the grocery store.

as we near the destination, a man on the corner is yelling and dancing
paying no attention to us...

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She went searching for peace at the grocery store.
Those shelves were all empty, her people at war.
There were loaves of loss and heartbreak over by the bread.
"We have a sale on hatred," the store manager said.
She found boxes of empathy mixed in with the teas...

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