Shopping Poems - Poems about Shopping

Early morning and it is still dark. An abandoned shopping trolley stands alone in the centre of the car park. I take pity and return it back to its home and the company of its own kind where it rejoins the others in their long coitus line. ...

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Calling all drivers, does your car go in reverse? Why are you over the parking line? I cannot get into my car, now waiting until you are done shopping. For weeks, it has been happening. Put your car in reverse and park straight, or leave your car home where it belongs....

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Finding true faith Like going to mall Spent few hours. Go round and shop Your eyes busy Your feet is numb. When all is done With good judgement Finding your choice. No further fuss At last you bet To settle down. Once and for all You buy the thing Mall has offer....

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Seeing the beauty of the morning sunrise, then seeing the colorful sunset at the end of my day. Making someone laugh when I go shopping, seeing their face go from dull to lighting up. Nothing is better than a new puppy, all soft and furry with a kiss from a tiny tongue. A child's face in wonder, giving them a double ice...

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I like walking to the store. Every day I buy a bit Of what I need, for home supplies. Or maybe I just look around. I like walking back to home. On the way I might observe If my neighbors are around, Or maybe left their TV on. Sometimes kids play out-of-doors On the lawn, where their energy Is safely ignored by all Except by each...

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Quote By Poet "March will start Spring off with a big smile." March is a great time of the year, St. Patrick's Day they serve green beer. Four leaf clovers bunnies are hopping, let's go green dress shopping. Pretty flowers are now blooming, the green grass needs grooming....

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I have clipped my shopping antennas No more garage sales, resale shops or flea markets I cannot be trusted I am a lover of shiny things, odd things, weird things I cannot resist buying sequins, rhinestones, glittery mirrors I am a lover of things I drag home all kinds of stuff With feathers, plaids, Mexican embroidery I am a lover of the outrageous The...

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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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I wore my new shoes to the store. They fit but they hurt. I love how the laces come undone and trip me. I love the chicken salad sandwich I get at the deli. I love the notebook I write my list of groceries in. Waiting in line to check out. The thing about lines is, no matter how long they...

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Somehow, it was lovely to know about your interest of fruits. First banana then green apple, eventually avocado. With all the fruits available, you introduced me the “guacamole”. When I loved the new menu and after three successful meals, You told me about Ajvar. I went shopping to get the right ingredients. With the online...

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Christmas shopping Less and less, I like being near people The café was full of people talking about How expensive everything is Buy less is my answer, prices will fall Until you can afford to buy things you like To a reduced price Businesses react to demands by putting up To rake in when the going is favorable Wait till the...

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If you’re looking for yuletide cynicism here, you’re shopping in the wrong place. This is New York City’s time of year. It’s stood the test of time and it fairly sparkles, proving that the ordinary can be extraordinary. With the right lighting. Lisa’s (parent’s) apartment glitters like our promised heaven on high. When we left at Thanksgiving, Michael (Lisa’s dad) had the...

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Waiting for your other half, as she visits the loo It’s usually the shopping mall, where she joins in the queue, You stand with the guys, in equal appreciation Of the predicament we find ourselves, in this situation. Nobody makes eye contact but if we do it’s just a nod, How long do we need to wait? We each pray...

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“The Marketplace” Today the marketplace is open. Ready with crisp linens for handfuls of gold. Hordes of buyers stomp the asphalt scurrying by and through to the next. I have worn my smile. My hair is wind-born. smelling of burnt amber and roses. My dress, summer silk, covers my flesh - Tones like island-bronze. And I have worn my smile. I banter over prices, politely. Others...

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'Twas the night before Christmas and I still had gifts to buy. I procrastinated getting it done; a terrible fault I can't deny. As I juggled bags of presents that cost far too much money, A sidewalk Santa winked and said, "How ya doin' Honey?" I scowled at the red-faced fake before hitting him with his bell then said, "You...

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