Top 100 Poems About: SHOPPING

In this page, poems on / about “shopping” are listed.
  • 1.
    By A Swimming Pool Outside Syracusa

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    Billy Collins
  • 2.

    Buffalo Bill opens a pawn shop on the reservation
    right across the border from the liquor store
    and he stays open 24 hours a day,7 days a week read more »

    Sherman Alexie
  • 3.
    Parting At A Wine-Shop In Nan-King

    A wind, bringing willow-cotton, sweetens the shop,
    And a girl from Wu, pouring wine, urges me to share it.
    With my comrades of the city who are here to see me off;
    And as each of them drains his cup, I say to him in parting, read more »

    Li Po
  • 4.
    .sea-Shell Shope

    She sells those sea shells
    Along the sea shore
    Cheaper than the sea shells
    At the sea-shell store. read more »

    Adeline Foster
  • 5.
    I Can'T Abear

    I can't abear a butcher,
    I can't abide his meat,
    The ugliest shop of all is his,
    The ugliest in the street; read more »

    Walter de la Mare
  • 6.
    Her Shopping Expedition

    She picked up the bags which contained all her shopping,
    Trying to carry them along without dropping
    The contents. Hoping the handles wouldn't give way,
    Spreading her purchases around on display. read more »

    Ernestine Northover
  • 7.
    2005 / 05 / 25 - Shopping With A Friend

    Shopping with a friend is cool
    There's nothing forbidden, no rule
    And no parents to say what's suitable
    Or to tell you what's unaffordable, read more »

    A Poem A Day
  • 8.
    Nursery Rhyme

    if you can run,
    go get some bun.

    the shops gonna close, read more »

    jibin joseph
  • 9.
    ! ! Hardware Shop

    There's nothing so becomes a man
    as a local hardware shop - it expands
    the horizons of his home improvement, and
    brings harmony to his home life as read more »

    Michael Shepherd
  • 10.
    - First Job: : Humour

    I’ll drive you to the shopping centre, Sandy’s grandma offered
    Sandy gladly accepted the proposition her gran proffered
    “I’ll just wait in the car”, said gran, “while you go in and inquire
    About a job in those shops, surely someone will hire” read more »

    Alessandra Liverani
  • 11.

    When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother “What will I be? Will I be pretty? ” Will I be pretty? Will I be pretty? What comes next? Oh right, will I be rich which is almost pretty depending on where you shop. And the pretty question infects from conception passing blood and breath into cells. The word hangs from our mothers’ hearts in a shrill of fluorescent floodlight of worry.
    “Will I be wanted? Worthy? Pretty? But puberty left me this funhouse mirror dry add: teeth set at science fiction angles, crooked nose, face donkey-long, and pox-marked where the hormones went finger-painting my poor mother.
    “How could this happen? You’ll have porcelain skin as soon as we can see a dermatologist.” “You sucked your thumb. That’s why your teeth look like that! ” “You were hit in the face with a Frisbee when you were six, otherwise your nose would have been fine! ”
    Don’t worry; we will get it all fixed she would say, grasping my face, twisting it this way and that as if it were a cabbage she might buy. But, this is not about her. Not her fault she, too, was raised to believe the greatest asset she could bestow upon her awkward little girl was a marketable appearance. read more »

    Katie Makkai
  • 12.
    Grown-Ups Are Daft - A Limerick For Rh

    I went round the keyboard-type shops
    But they only stocked qwertyuiop s...
    Well, I ask you - if we
    Can't read straight, ABC read more »

    Michael Shepherd
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