Supermarket Poems - Poems about Supermarket

I go to the supermarket to buy some mangoes. I’ve had five coffees And spent hours on detangling computer wires. Reciting a poem I remember from fourth grade I opened another three college letters in the mail yesterday. The mailman’s teeth were yellow. We regret to inform you We regret to inform you We regret to inform you that There are no...

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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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Shopping today was a right pain Stopping in aisles, searching again Trying to guide useless trollies Buying stuff like chips and lollies Strained up high to the topmost shelf Drained all my strength, frazzled myself Standing in line to pay the bill Landing back home, ready to kill. ...

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The sudden eighties music craze had gone beyond the norm the local supermarket was swept along by the storm as more and more of the shoppers joined in with the revival filling up on nostalgia from t-shirts to CDs and vinyl Reaping the customer whirlwind for Boy George and Eurythmics tracks some smart Alec from head office said “This is no time to Relax!” the mullet headed...

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We’re away from our home for a wedding So we drove to explore a new town. Found a cool-looking shop And decided to stop But, while strolling the aisles up and down… We heard music and noticed a singer Belting tunes with a mic in his hand. Shoppers didn’t take heed But we loved it, for we’d Only known songs in stores...

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Damian Stood at the bottom of the Staircase and Yelled "come on Mallory Delilah we're waiting. Let's be About this." This shopping time there was even More family Members indulging In The food shopping fiasco. Molly and Dolly came down stairs In a hurry, "Don't abandon the cooks!" We are here!" Dolly was excited and Salacious delighted. They were on The road...

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I hear girlish laughter beyond the bagged onions. Imagine her swimming naked among green ripples. Her white arms are lily stems, hips as sleek as an otter flow in a neon moonlight. A sound system promotes discount cookies. Visions of idealized females fill the dairy product section. A courtly love of grapes spreads to the potatoes. In the toy aisle, Avalon, Camelot,...

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You scream for my attention in the checkout aisle With tales of infidelity and sordid guile. You pique my curiosity with spicy clues. Gives me those supermarket tabloid blues. You document the glamour of the silver screen By trumpeting the rise of some new movie queen, Then interview the hooker who her husband screws, Exposing supermarket tabloid blues. You hear a scandal splash...

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Supermarket blue After a splendid lunch of goat chops With salad, my mood was dreamingly contented To she got the idea of going to a big supermarket Except for vegetable, fruit, meat and fish I trapesed miles after miles in this insanity Of trashy food, sugary food and horrendous soft drinks laden with sugar, Also, the juice that said zero...

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I hear girlish laughter beyond the bagged onions. Imagine her swimming naked among green ripples. Her white arms are lily stems, hips as sleek as an otter flow in a neon moonlight. A sound system promotes discount cookies. Visions of idealized females fill the dairy product section. A courtly love of grapes spreads to the potatoes. In the toy aisle, Avalon, Camelot,...

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Had she looked back at me Even for just a second ... Our encounter might have been the stuff of tabloid frenzy. But she left quickly a coffee in one hand, A shopping bag in the other, And I waited for my turn next in line....

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Supermarket celebration shoppers are cytoplasm searching for cellulose, muscle, photosynthesis. Oils, petrochemical and vegetable love: faith and trust for instance, the Food and Drug Administration. In America, the custom is to avoid meeting the other shoppers' eyes. We graze like cows or wander as zombies to the oldies played over the aisles. I've always liked it here. Cornucopia, yes. Also a place to be alone and...

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She was next in line and was in a real hurry And was about to whine as she had to scurry It was a big day and a lot needed to be done She had to get on her way, she had to run Then looking ahead and seeing the lady's face As the cashier said you're a bit short...

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No matter where I wander Home is the other way. Whoever pushes me Always has a lot to say. I am just a trolley, no brain, to resist So why is it that I act as though !?!! As I have been drinking. Card around my handle says Oil me please, for I have sinned. Last trip out hit the litter bin. 03/03/2013 Read About this...

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Will it be crackers or detergent? A brick of cheese or some creamy mayonaise Cash or check Right or Left? Stop or go reflecting on god's ranch dressing The windshield wipers screech to a halt Bifocals clouded, I reach for my wallet No lettuce in there. I guess the crystal light Ran away with my low fat heart...

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