Grocery Poems - Poems about Grocery

It's always Aldi on a Sunday afternoon. You're always waiting with your shopping bags in hand, slowly trudging along with your walking stick. It takes you ten minutes to get into the car....Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

stepping through the automatic doors of a brand new grocery store is a peek into another world there’s no sandwich counter here, a tragedy— but the frozen aisle in the center of the store you have to take the...Read the rest...

I must have dropped my unconscious mind in the home & garden aisle yesterday in a dream the intercom crackles to life, tickling my ears a familiar voice calls out reminding me that I need to water my houseplants soon...Read the rest...

ten feet away from the woman with sunken, tired eyes, sifting through her coupons a crumpled dollar bill is flattened against a man’s paint splattered, sun-stained jeans. he walks out, pockets lined with possibility, she walks out with a stooped back. the automatic...Read the rest...

The last page of my notebook was filled today. One last scratch on its timeless pages reads: watermelon radish spicy water dinosaur kale dragonfruit (?) pepitas all scrawled in a quick, cursive hand & I fell in love with her all over...Read the rest...

At any given moment, someone is stocking shelves Putting the ping-pong balls next to the beer, Ketchup next to the hot dog buns, Strawberries next to the shortcake mixes. In the parking lot cherry pits line the concrete gutters All...Read the rest...

I’ve started seeing faces of once strangers reappear with time they don’t spare a smile for me perhaps I’m still a stranger to them the mother with a cart full of fresh produce and peanuts, a daughter eating grapes the steel-toed...Read the rest...

a young man reaches for green tea with lemon but the shelf is empty and he sighs it’s the tiny deaths in life that prepare you for the big one...Read the rest...

cracking like a bat the summer storm moves in quick like ants to aisle nine where chocolate chips litter the floor & the culprit runs away, scared of the thunder...Read the rest...

mosquito candles light the table on my porch they sit alight in their little chrome saucers each one trembles at an exhale of smoke, dancing gracefully out of the way this all seems incredibly natural to me. I dance the...Read the rest...

some people smile with their eyes some people frown with their eyebrows some people celebrate with candles & fireworks some people mourn among cans of black beans like the woman I saw, sobbing with her eyes & mouth in aisle twelve some...Read the rest...

the sun sets maroon around eight o’clock it mixes elegantly with the electric streetlights in the parking lot. I take out my pen & add cranberry / orange juice to the list...Read the rest...

A gray and white cat sidles up against the splotchy green dumpster and meows despite himself. The plastic lid slams hard at the end of another long shift. It sounds desperately final like the North Springs station, or the...Read the rest...

There is no rust on the carts, despite the rain There is no rust on my bones, either. at least, not yet...Read the rest...