Cellophane Poems | Examples

Roadside Flowers

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 fence so soon to mend
her grief still wrapped in cellophane
roadside flowers.

Pink Cellophane

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 for pain.
Moves along her way
Says it smells like rain.

A young mother with twins
Are having a fun time.
They're laughing about
A child's book of rhymes.
They giggle again
And many around smile.
She is a kind mom
Her twins are cutie pies.

A man who looks sad
Wears a black suit.
With a Gammage hat
And lizard skin boots. 
He's talking with a gal 
All about growing fruit.
Then he says rain.
So, that's moot.

A dude in the corner
Says he doesn't like planes
He moving where it's warmer
To cold there in Maine.
We all hear the horns,
Now it's pouring rain.
Two hours in the station,
Waiting for a train.

Answer To Mr Cellophane In Chicago

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 I am
or an I am
or even an I

Others get smiles, waves and hugs
Strangers exchange appreciative glances
I get nothing

No one meets my eye today
No one smiles
No one has seen me at all
I am Mr. Cellophane
Invisible and expendable
If I disappeared no one would
notice or care

Mr. Cellophane 
Mr. Cellophane
If I was good enough to have a name
This would be too good for me
So maybe I will just refer myself to
Mr. but the Mr.  is too pretentious
for a nothing like me.
I will call myself C

Cellophane Crystal Ocean Faerie

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 moments too early.
Daughter of Poseidon with confident stance and golden curly hair.
She could take on the wind, the waves, the squall, anywhere.

Magical golden lassos firmly around two necks of the trout I do recall.
Arrived in the middle of the storm, standing less than twenty inches tall.
Her cellophane wings and her mystical aura further proved she was fey.
She was inspired, created, brought forth on a down stream storm day.

Mystical being, straight out of mythology, a god’s mind if you ask me.
Her frame petite, stature slim, her beauty something gorgeous to see.
She was a princess, a goddess, a tamer of trout and the wildest sea.
Best memory in my mind which still provides awe when I think of thee.

Cellophane

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

Crinkled Cellophane

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 use your litter box to pee.

Cellophane Pieces of Life

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 barely-even-a-breeze mama had made the lunchroom seem happier.
She gave me hope.
New energy had entered, and a sense of fun, a glad feeling.
Incessant talking was happening,
 But I was no longer here, in the capacity
Of a non-listening human,
I was now a tiny bit of transparent cellophane,
Waiting for my wind-mama
To gently pick me up, and
Whirl me around.
I have never
Felt so puppy-like
As I waited.

Cellophane

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 that
Has fallen from kilter
And wheel with a feather upon

Grounded it sees
Not city, colour, love and stars
But the Ground
Where its supposed to be__

__A content breath believed.

Cellophane

Cellophane 
                                          I'm here in the flesh,
                                         Can't I be seen? Or 
                                           Am I invisible?
                                  Transparent like a sheet of cellophane
                                      When I speak I'm not heard.
                                       Yelling and waving my arms,
                                          but you don't see.
                                     Maybe my voice is unheard,
                                        I'm here in the flesh!
                             I feel  Pep-pi la pew
                                Trying to peel that damn sheet of cellophane off.
                                Its making me  weak,I'm here in the flesh!

Cellophane

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.

Cellophane Soul

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

Cellophane

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 shame of knowing it,
We're invisible and incompetent,

And so he's blind you see,
But yet he supposedly loves me.

Wound In Cellophane

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

Cellophane Girl

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 THE BEST THING IN MY LIFE
LITTLE CELLOPHANE GIRL
SEE THROUGH ME

ALL THE DREAMS I WAS CHASING
YOU LEFT A BITTER TASTE IN MY MOUTH 
YOU'RE TURNING ME OVER
THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO FEEL
THIS WORLD IS SO COLD NOW
MAYBE WE CAN FIGURE THIS OUT OR WE JUST FALL IN THE CROWD

CELLOPHANE GIRL
LIVING IN THE PART OF A CELLOPHANE WORLD
COME BACK TO ME
YOU WAS THE BEST THING IN MY LIFE
LITTLE CELLOPHANE GIRL
SEE THROUGH ME

TAKE ME UNDER FROM THE CRUELTY OF OTHERS
I THINK ABOUT IT DESPERATELY UNTIL THAT DAY
I WILL BE SITTING HERE UNDER THE TREE
DROWING MY MEMORIES DOWN HERE 
I MISS YOU

CELLOPHANE GIRL
LIVING IN THE PART OF A CELLOPHANE WORLD
COME BACK TO ME
YOU WAS THE BEST THING IN MY LIFE
LITTLE CELLOPHANE GIRL
SEE THROUGH ME

Cellophane Wrapped Rendition

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 Lawyers.
Death penalties.
Lovers triangle.
Break it off and the bad luck is done.
After all,
I assume it was my mother who used to say,
Filthy luck spawns from a filthy conscience.
Filthy she'd say.
As if filthy were just the word for it.
As if it justified a thought or place.
But I don't need justification.
I just need these two diverged in one.
Urban sex crossed lovers,
Plague eating rotten toothed librarians
Hungry from another long day at work.

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