Shop Poems - Poems about Shop

Arson murder of 9 persons after the content of the tailor shop was stored in the garage Ciro Gargano his business Partner fireman gene Kalinowski the great cover up resulting in many more arson murders back off me with terrorist threats my prayers are with the fire captain who perished in that garage I’m totally...

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They've done with this world, they've shut up shop, They've locked every door and window. They've pulled the curtains tight, all in is excluded within. All dissension within is chained up and barred shut, all out of spite. They've silenced the migratory birds, They've told them to go sing to the neighbors instead. The postman now tosses their mail in...

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It sat with double doors propped open inviting the poor, the sad, the broken Its dusty shelves stuffed and sated with objects – some fresh, others dated I carried my dreams with heavy arms formerly dazzling magical charms Now in tattered cardboard boxes a life in unresolved paradoxes Prized possessions, cherished memories adored as luxurious shiny accessories Their worth besmirched and unfamiliar traded for coins of...

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How to Find the Shop A whispered map for the bold, the broken, and the slightly curious. --A cryptic guide for those who seek the odd, the magical, and the mildly cursed. Read at your own risk. Side effects may include wonder, confusion, and spontaneous teleportation. It won't be there when you're looking. But it might be when you're lost. Look for a...

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I rushed through the door on electric impulse initiated, for the sunlight within taunting sunlight without a test feeling forceful inner cry with supreme yen today especially though, but of the joyful variety which is challenging and a spur, a momentum turning that will not be rejected possess me, into seconds savoured for a diary of my experience...

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One caramel macchiato, a barista calls out Two people rush to the counter It has a name written on it, One returns to her seat empty handed I sit in the corner with my laptop, watching the show Coffee shops are a terrific place to hide out and write Cappuccino, mocha, latte, expresso, the barista calls As people head to the counter...

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Pro life chop shops sanctity botched chain your baby makers inspect your baby’s crotch laws ban lives hang hangers wrought and bought the worst of how we’re natured belts you’re just another notch fit in or sin resisting a rest existing erased pop up chop shops for furl of brow and fraught the worst of how we’re natured belts you’re just another notch Composed for Emo-Music Inspired Poems Poetry Contest by B.J. Fitz ...

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Jack had just escaped the local slammer He’d struck the sheriff's car with a hammer. He tried to look normal, in an aisle in Stop and Shop But he wondered who might be an undercover cop. Sally was unhappy, by the baked goods she would go She wondered about her past, did other shoppers know? An embarrassing movie, gone...

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On The Corner Ye Olde Shoppe still stands on twelfth street surviving despite the box stores. The owners never miss a beat always willing to hand out treats to children who come through the doors. ...

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Life needs relaxation Don't forget to give yourself time each day. Shopping is best therapy Your heart must be big And your wallet must big also. Relaxation is love and choice Sometimes, staying in quiet corner Given your mind to relax....

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I'm open for business except Sundays from nine to nine. I have a 5-Star rating from the BBB because my work is very fine! I specialize in tailoring garbage bags for we folks who were so named, By a doddering old geezer in the White House who ought to be ashamed! You must provide your own 30-gallon bag which...

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yeah, i went in and i picked up a novel and took it to the counter she said, "oooh, i do like this one. so heartbreaking and inescapable. it's about being dislocated from friends and numbing routine and desire." i said, "it's not for me, it's for my mate, bill." the bloke behind the counter came over and whispered to...

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Is this a poem? -- I'd say so! Near my home, convenient, clean and comfy. Very low prices. Varied delicious specials. Slogans artistically painted in strategically located spots -- poetic samples of our regional colorful cuisine and culture: "I like my cafecito with a little chisme" (I like my coffee with a little gossip); "Y la dieta?" (And the diet?) and near the register, another: "Hay...

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A woman in a shop   She  sat in a shop that sells jumpers and scarves  doing some embroidery for a wealthy client who  wanted his name in big red letters to make it clear his exalted sanding, but also as a person who  bought wares made by hand  When the man who runs a famous site had gone in a fanfare surrounded...

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The Wooden Shop Laughter mingled in the air, And happiness danced with immense flair, As they walked inside the vivid, wooden shop, Hearts reinforced by caffeinated drink drops! Colors painted across the small, glass spheres, As they walked hand-in-hand, nearer and near, Talking, and smiling, and teasing alike, For in those moments, they forgot life’s strifes, The beads weaved the golden seconds together, As they...

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