Car Park Poems - Poems about Car Park

Grocery Woes

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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 ...

Blank episode

...I was lost after a night out and
couldn't unlock the screen for directions

you walked to the pub you can't be far just
ease yourself over this railing and
slide down the wall so you can take a
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Trapped, Sat, Shaking

...I was so high I don't recall being high
I sat in the basement waiting to come down
I hung with a friend, hung with, who was that boy
We waited in the bar while he waited for the bus

I called my...

The Shopping Trolley

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Early morning 
and it is still dark.
An abandoned 
shopping trolley stands alone
in the centre of the car park.
I take pity and return it back
to its home and the company
of its own kind w...

god and austerity

...God and Austerity
The supermarket that calls itself Forum,
 has a bell tower, but now, in time of
 austerity, no one flocks to buy anything
 when its bells ring every hour.
Sunday, when I drove ...

Road To The Sea

...It was one of those sunny days, that later on merge in memory, and you can’t tell one from another instantly, but on the second sight they discern, each with its own number of little events. There wa...

The Red Lion

...Apart from the worn stone-step
where drunks still topple,
or the hand-painted sign,
all has changed,
now a neon glow backlights a plasticized fascia,
all ‘local color’ painted over.

In the ca...

streets of solitude

...after doors close    after hours    when scarlet neon flickers out    red-light nights fill voids of need    my body is a ripped flower    my throat tingles to the burn of vodka-fire    gleaning the ...

THE WOMAN WHO COULD EAT WOOD Part 2, from THE WOMAN WHO COULD EAT WOOD

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                       CONT FROM PART 1 ... 
PART 2 THE WOMAN WHO COULD EAT WOOD


When she was a fully grown woman
she worried much less.
She and her worried parents
cried much less. 

Fo...

Knocking on Doors

...Knocking on doors, people to meet,
house after house, street after street,
keeping going, day after day,
whatever polls or trolls might say,
there's not much time for resting feet.

Car park se...

Deep C

...It was a hot day, I was on my way back from Spar, carrying a bag of groceries. I walked past the lilac bushes in bloom, past the annex to the medical centre with its small car park, rounding my house...

boeing whats ongoing?

...BOING..?!#! Its off at boeing..' the wheels and doors have
Gone..planes just; over-drive the runways, they're rivalling
Sann-yong..They're rolling in inclusions, like its for a dare!!
People choos...

Deep Breath In, Deeper Breath Out

...Deep breath in,
Deeper breath out.
There are no crowds.
There is nobody.

Crowds are unavoidable:
The ebb and flow of busybodies
Moves with and against you
Like a cluster of active cells.

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Superman

...I sit in a full room, no one knows I am there, 
stuck in a corner, the place I have chosen, 
away from all focus its all I can bare,
safe from attention, the thing I fear.
Why is this? I do not u...

That Little Girl

...I jumped around my room,not caring about things that matter

I was throwing things around and all they could hear was clatter 

I sat in the car park smoking weed and drinking rum

I regretted ...

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