Store Poems - Poems about Store

Laura is a shopkeeper Who’s selling many things From a plastic dovalacky To brilliant diamond rings She’ll unload on anyone Just anything that’s handy An umbrella coloured blue Or sticky sugar candy Incase your feeling teary Hankies you can buy Or maybe feeling hungry, Ham...Read the rest...

It doesn’t matter how old I grow or how much wisdom I attain… In life there will always be some things I do not understand… some things that cannot be explained. I clean our bookstore early every Sunday...Read the rest...

The corner video store With the neon lights, Was the place to be On Friday nights ... Only black VHS tapes In clear, plastic cases, Lined the 'HORROR' sections Of my favorite places From left to right ... Up and down the walls, There...Read the rest...

You been gone for a while, they start to doubt— but I know where you at. In the dead of night no matter what room you occupy, I abide. Through all my senses I feel you all around me....Read the rest...

Amy Ingram, who lives next door, like nobody, you've met before, always talks with a whirring sound, and walks an inch above the ground, all mechanical that's for sure. She reopened the hardware store, mending microwaves and mowers, AI hope for our...Read the rest...

A young boy ran up to me in the bookstore and asked, “Where’s the magic wand?” I stared at his smiling face…not knowing how to respond. His mother explained they were in around Christmas and how her son by...Read the rest...

When I saw you there the other day My heart got caught up, swept away I had to keep it self contained Though through my chest and shirt it strained It wanted to go home with you I understood since...Read the rest...

Sixty years have passed. No one knew how to spell its name. No one knew when it first opened. It was forever, like the infernal summer heat. It stands indelible at the end of my street, at the end of...Read the rest...

there came a... bridge of diction 'airy' of... a full loss of... why when a sign read... the cambridge... dictionary of philosophy... so i... bought the book... stan sand ...Read the rest...

“It’s Santa Claus!” The girl whispered to her parents as they entered the bookstore and saw me standing near. It’s something I’ve gotten use to…it happens around Christmas time each year. I’m old…my beard is white…I wear a...Read the rest...

The wooden floor wore decades of dust. Near the doorway brooms grew out of a fire bucket and bloomed in an odd array of heads. A pile of coir mats lay stacked in a wheelbarrow, all chorused in a WELCOME. Bernie's...Read the rest...

Why is that bolt of fabric bolted to the ground? I did not realize the guy was a werewolf until he turned around. I wanted to bolt, but I had to be politically correct, right? His teeth were...Read the rest...

The saddest season, when things end, autumn, generates a frenzy from small animals each hoping to stash enough to tide them through. Winter chill follows hard behind the saddest season when things end, the hidden nuts feed the careful ones who recall...Read the rest...

There’s this paper. Words, and things, And things can become mangled like the lines that are stabbing through each other. Handwriting- that’s what keeps us all safe from a failing grade. We are all part of a life...Read the rest...

Salvation in an App Store? By Mark D. Stucky Google Maps won’t work for the way I feel lost. Is there a salvation app I can install on my phone to download redemption today and upload my soul when I die? Since there...Read the rest...