Cellophane Poems - Poems about Cellophane

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 pane oblivious to sun or rain condolences so quick to send that broken...

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I'm sitting in an old station Waiting on a train I don't see the clouds But my knee says it's rain. I just ate a cold sandwich Out of pink cellophane I'm going back to Michigan And my family again. An old lady Limps up And sits down with her cane Says I can't dawdle How long will this take. She sips from a small bottle Claims it's...

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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 not felt or respected or acknowledged I am not even an...

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Mystical crystal ocean faerie arrived the first time wearing light blue. Quite a sight against a giant wave, mimicking the ocean’s frothy hue. Staring ahead, totally unafraid, standing on swirly finned trout three, Observers understood immediately there was no other faerie like she. Tossing ocean was a wild woman that day, unpredictable and surly. Cellophane Crystal Ocean Faerie arrived three...

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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 for a trip...

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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 is okay if you sleep with me, but make sure you...

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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 lasted not even the teeniest bit of a second. But this...

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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 of breathing It’s truth through a filter__ __The breeze of a world...

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Cellophane I'm here in the flesh, ...

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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 tight but the values and principles instilled in us were...

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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 I reach For and Shake....

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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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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 I am home, We are sharing, Bearing the pain of loneliness, Sharing the...

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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 young girl’s world of willy-nilly. Donal Mahoney...

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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 THE PART OF A CELLOPHANE WORLD COME BACK TO ME YOU WAS...

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