Grocery Store Poems - Poems about Grocery Store

Five items in my shopping cart. Pull into the line for fifteen items or less. One customer ahead of me. Middle-aged woman with twenty items arguing with the clerk. I have an appointment in half an hour. “Lady, you have too many items!” If looks could kill, she’d be dead. ...

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I look to my right And there’s a bin of stuffed animals just like the one you bought me I look to my left And there’s your favorite flavor of ice cream I look down And I see your Nebraska sweatshirt I couldn’t let them throw away So I think maybe Just maybe And I look up. But there's no trace of you in...

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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 moment... instantly- I'm all a glow, watching her go-ha-go near decorative doughnut...

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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 and told the young cashier, "I'll take two boxes please." She went...

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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 or anyone, a sign near his feet saying “bread, please. just...

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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 peas....

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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 store is this? I wonder. Marie Callender’s lemon meringue pie laughs and...

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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 now With a giant sack Full of goodies He never limits himself...

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I just got home, ...

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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 in the grocery store. Finally found my food Not in aisle four. Now...

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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 peas....

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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? A lot of fun Going so soon? Gotta run See...

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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 under artificial lights, Balancing on alternate limbs For a carton of...

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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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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 go into a very ballistic state, At the least of my...

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