Best Coin Poems
I roll along a dark ledge
Teetering between yesterday and oblivion
Contemplating one final sin
My ultimate act of inner hate
Do I have a choice or is it fate?
A half second away from nowhere
Feeling cool air blowing through my hair
Wishing it could blow away my despair
Lungs sucking in blackened air
Wondering if I ever mattered
Imagining blood splattered
on dappled concrete
As bones and surface meet
I flip gleefully
Imagining my relief
Heart pounding in chest
Beneath the letter held close to my breast
Within it all my sins confessed
Carefully laid out goodbyes
Written in rhymes
Thanking loved ones for the good times
Apologizing
Agonizing
Trying to explain
The coagulation in my brain
Thoughts that overrun me like a morbid freight train
Sunshine that never penetrates my rain
One pennied foot in front of the other
I roll out on the air
Wondering if anyone will care
My mind hyper aware
A feeling that someone is there
In that instant I change my mind
Rotate and look behind
There the Devil stands
I see his hateful smile
He's been whispering all the while
In his hand he holds a file
Labeled "Souls I've Taken!"
I'm both stirred and shaken
I feel my mind breaking
as I'm awaken
Mom says "get out of bed"
My eyes wide open
Thankfully not dead
Remembering what the Devil's file said
Sun shining brightly
Through my window and pain
I'm alive and sane
Not a concrete stain
I thank God I'm here
Feeling thankful
Once again!
For Shadow's contest
Written March 5th 2015
Darkness lies behind the locked gate
Vastness is what’s beyond the wall
Crassness delves into my longed soul
Fondness it makes a great heart call
Key to the gate I have in hand
Magically I’ll enter heaven
Hopefully I’ll hold the threshold
Tenderly I see what’s given
To the center, here’s the fountain
Blue is the water now inside
New are the coins in the fountain
True I hold this place by my side
I dig in my pants for a coin
Sigh, I make a wish beyond grave
Tie my dreams to the coin, heartache
By this wish her dreams will I save
Russell Sivey
Form Lento
Contest: MY SECRET GARDEN
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
2/13/2014
This coin depicting a head of man with laurel
is a rare treasure from the American History,
as an auctioneer I could sell it for a large
sum of money: its estimated price is over
two-thousand-dollars, it shows it was minted
in eighteen-ninety-four, come forward and bid!
I found it among pennies I saved for rainy days,
there must be at least four thousand of them;
my collection includes contemporary silver dollars,
many generations must pass to accumulate value...
any other collector would action them any day!
I jealously hold onto them to own a piece of History:
how they glitter in glass cases on my walls!
I may donate them to the American History
Museum in Manhattan and see them on display!
Many auctioneers would love to get hold of my silver coin,
their mind is set solely on greed, not thinking of its history
which can unravel fascinating details about of its minting process;
the unknown artisan was very skilled in itching date and image
on both sides to testify the greatness and wealth of this nation,
but Americans don't realize that they are very wealthy indeed!
There've been moments when 'twas courage I needed
like the time I climbed to the crest of a mountain
to overcome my fear of heights. It was superseded
with bravery I found in myself to give me credibility
instead of wishing by throwing a coin in the fountain.
Quarters, nickels, pennies wasted, tossed in futility.
To Rome's Trevi they flock as if that fountain was magic.
Closing their eyes in hopes that wishes will come true,
but crushed when their dreams were lost... how tragic.
Coins beneath the water's surface, glinting in the sun...
Coinage collected for the poor that fountains accrue.
It's tradition to share the moment with a loved one.
Over my shoulder, I've thrown coins into waters of a fount,
but not naive enough to think my wishes would find fruition.
Perhaps we've all lost more coins than any of us can count,
but serves as the perfect whimsical setting for picture taking.
Not a means for making dreams come true, nor an ambition,
but tossing a coin in a fountain is a fantastical undertaking.
A tiny, glowing, wing-ed creature flies
to homes around the world in every land
compelled to take each tooth we lose and then,
to sneak a coin to sleepers whilst they sigh
as wispy whistles whoosh from holes inside
and taking the milk teeth we lose as planned
when growing up from baby boy to man.
What does a tiny tooth for fairies buy?
Perhaps a car or wand or just some bread?
Ten molars for to rent a fairy flat?
I do believe in fairies, Come on, clap!
And some say that they eat the teeth instead!
Do they get more if they battle the cat?
Who takes their teeth when they grin with a gap?
She stands there in knickers,
A cap on her head,
Looking tomboyish, truant and tough
And a cigarette dangles
From unsmiling lips
To warn all she’s not taking their guff.
It’s a sepia snapshot,
The 20’s, I’d guess,
The photographer long in his grave,
But the girl is my grandmother
Though I’ll admit
It’s an image she’d choose not to save.
All the years that I knew her,
So quiet and prim,
Don’t quite match with the face in the frame.
That’s the reason I treasure
This photo of old,
‘Cause both Jennys were one and the same.
soul searching for the other half,
the other half of coin,
ladies romance, so sweetly cast,
meets man of the fiery loins,
en charmed be calmed,
enjoyed...
thank you Debby Duncan "A Kiss"
Don
With a one rupee coin having tiny hole
to talk endlessly throughout the day
to reach to you ,fulfill my goal
shower love talks you can say.
To talk endlessly throughout the day
I tied a string through that hole
shower love talks you can say
bringing closer our thirsty souls.
I tied a string through that hole
to make phone calls without a pay
bringing closer our thirsty souls
from public booths on my way.
To make phone calls without a pay
inserted the coin holding the string
from public booths on my way
dialling your number tring,tring,tring!
inserted the coin holding the string
to pull it out after the call
dialling your number tring,tring tring
soon this trick was picked by all.
To pull it out after the call
so that I could call you again
soon this trick was picked by all
to make a phone call now and then.
So that I could call you again
to reach to you,fulfill my goal
to make a phone call now and then
with a one rupee coin having tiny hole.
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*The one rupee Indian coin doesn't have any hole;
people used to make one to make phone calls from
public booths without paying by the above method.
Friends
Trustable, Kind
Caring, Sharing, Staying
Teachers, Well-Wishers…..Mockers, Taunters
Blaming, Cursing, Glaring
Despicable, Jealous
Enemies
I have an old box
in that box, I have
collected many "treasures"
Not treasures of great value
but small memories of time
that has passed
This box is like a "scrapbook"
that makes me so happy
Look...look what I found today:
an old coin that is
marked by time
The coin is brown, a little thick
and need to be cleaned
The coin has a crown on
the one hand, value built
and the year standing
on the other side:
5 - cent from 1912
Such a coin from 1912
was probably a great wealth
It was probably not from
a "poor man`s" pocket
The coin has been owned
by many over the years
It has paid for food for
hungry bodies
Flour, sugar, bread, milk,
potatoes, onions and carrots
Perhaps the wool to knit socks
As the coin got older
it has lost its value
But for a child it was a big deal
You could buy both candy
and caramels
Maybe, it was put in
your "piggy bank"
Yes, what a story....
This little coin has,
traveled for many years
07.03.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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A lost coin in the mist of the cloud
Thrown into the shadow of the crowds
Never to be found except in our heart
I lost a friend, a precious one indeed
The mother lost a son, a good son indeed
... The school lost a student, a brilliant one indeed
The sibling lost a brother, a kind one indeed
The nation lost a gift, one never to be replaced
The class, lost a mate, one that sooths our hearts
But Pensa lost a leader; a leader of the master’s flock
I would have written more, but I have to wipe my tears
I would have said more; but a quivering lip won’t allow me
I would have smiled, but a memory of friend won’t allow me
Except the Lord has comforted me
That he, my friend is comforted.
People have two sides
Like The Roman God Janus' coin
A good side, a bad side
A past, a future
One must embrace both in
Someone we love
I cringe at the thought
of approaching old age,
falling hair, sagging skin,
hideous wrinkles and all
as the reality of mortality
finally beckons.
Yet when I look at old photographs
from my now long gone youth,
I find to my complete horror
a malnourished-looking,
ninety pound scarecrow!
was that really me?
Youth and old age,
one side of the same coin,
neither one preferable to the other.
I’d like to tell you a short story of me,
From being important to being alone.
Like when I was in the middle of the stadium,
And I was the one that was thrown.
When I was new, I was clean, I was shiny,
And I held everyone by the hand.
And I was the most important friend to the kids,
My value they could all understand.
I’ve traveled the country so many times,
In pockets, wallets, purses, and back packs.
And I’ve been through every poker machine,
And used in games of blackjack.
I spent years in the bottom of a sealed up coin box,
And under the mat in the car.
And I’ve been in every donation tin,
And in every work office coin jar.
But at last my life of being valued has changed,
I’m out of circulation as of today.
I’m now important in this glass sealed cabinet,
A member of a coin collection forever on display.
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall...
What's the most expensive coin of all?