Walmart Poems - Poems about Walmart

1. As you search the aisles at Walmart for something to say to your boyfriend’s mother? a. You look for kind words in the book section b. You search through the sheets and comforters c. You listen to the other customer’s conversations d. You pray that she isn’t listening closely to your wisdoms 2. When there is a sale at Walmart, you – a. Grab your car...

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I went to Walmart this morning - yes, it was very brave. My dander was up - I was on high alert - for active shooters and the unmasked. Then I saw him! A man on the cookie aisle - he looked like he had the monkeypox! So, I kicked him in the nuts and ran - you...

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I find myself foraging, basket in hand among the cocoa harvests of distant lands. A shaft of light crashes like a Chinese paratrooper through the store’s skylight, rays pierce high-stacked shelves, beam upon all-consuming shoppers, flash briefly upon brimful spandex. It is then I realize that all I need is you, not cut-price plastic hole-fillers, from this warehouse of empty dreams, nor anything blue, green, or...

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Left toothbrushless mine pilfered along with shampoo,deodorant, razors and other such, found me wasted in Walmart, thieving Gnomes at the last homeless shelter are my suspects. His name tag said Elvis, greeting customers at the starting gate, navigating shopping cart jockeys with cherubs riding shotgun, my request for the location of items is answered...

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At Walmart we're a happy group, Our work is more like play. We enjoy each shift so much, And for this they even pay. We can't wait to get to work, So we can see each other. We are all so close it seems, We're sisters and we're brothers. Of course we've had some leave the fold, But they don't stay gone long, For once...

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People find 150 million thousand reasons to go to Walmart… me too. Sometimes, I just go just to go and at times I find myself going because I want to, not because I need to. Today, I was about to go to Walmart, got dress, went down two steps and then went back inside. I changed my...

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I find myself foraging, basket in hand among the cocoa harvests of distant lands. A shaft of light crashes like a Chinese paratrooper through the store’s skylight, rays pieces high-stacked shelves, beam upon all-consuming shoppers, flash briefly upon brimful spandex. It is then I realize that all I need is you, not cut-price plastic hole fillers, from this warehouse of empty dreams, nor anything blue, green,...

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Talking about aliens is a big topic today Here's what I think for the record, I say Of course, they exist At Walmart, catch my drift? Their invasion is surely already underway...

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I find myself foraging, basket in hand among the cocoa harvests of distant lands. You ask patiently: what do you need? As you speak a shaft of light crashes like a Chinese paratrooper through the store’s skylight. The ray pieces high-stacked shelves, beams upon a huddle of overweight shoppers, flashes briefly, illuminating brimful spandex, The light dances over that look you have, and I suddenly...

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The question, urgent and acute, that fashion asks every woman daily: what does she prefer? A Ricci’s chic, a chilly passion of Ungaro, an ease of Givenchy? What’s better? A dramatically black look or, say, an all-white? A silk cape with strappy heels or a floral-printed dress like Brook Shields in “Allure”? The one that makes her happy. So what if… Her...

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I want to mingle with the people of Walmart as they regally push their shopping carts Eclectically dressed perfection each a work of art Camouflaged chic or an old guy dressed like a tart Back and forth my eyes dart Over there a sequinned heart and here a bedazzled jacket that looks real smart Some saunter, some sashay reaching into pockets and purses to pay The happy faced...

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“Only in his hometown and in his own household is a prophet without honor.” Matthew 13:57 Sometimes, when I go shopping, I meet a strange woman. Barefoot, dressed only in a garland of dried flowers and an old sheet stained with bird droppings, with last year’s nest on the head and ecstatic glint in the eyes, she gets...

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“Going To Walmart to Find Jesus” Living in the fast lane is getting me down, I worry about money, and am near a mental breakdown. Debts are mounting and we’re heading for war, I don’t trust the newspapers and the government anymore. But I know God almighty is up there and he sees us, I’m going to Walmart to find Jesus! Am...

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“Give up trying to do anything. nothing works works.” From a note written by Scott Allen Ostrem If only you came to buy another cell phone, a pen and note card, some crayons & paper. Anything. ...

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If you see rhino horns for sale at Walmart Don't buy one, to save the species must all do our part But must confess, on my rec room wall A collection of oddities not that small Of weird Walmart shoppers' that I recently disarmed...

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