Best Coins Poems
To speak for those, who no longer have a voice,
were I to get it wrong, would they really have a choice?
No.., they didn't choose me as spokesperson, why would they?
I am not clairvoyant.
But they haunt my dreams still...cause me to rise, plead me to look back.
They won't let me alone, point in fact.
“I am waiting patiently. Goodbye my darlings"
Bill didn't have enough water to write much more than this.
Born on Valentine's day, with his heart set on Chubby,
eight days to dwell on a love that almost was, now missed.
Mia was a sad-eyed beauty, there's no denying that.,
she never got free the shadow cast, Ernie's early demise.
Though a mother's love, given and reciprocated,
found a fondness binding, throughout her short life.
Marty made the day special for friends and family,
never thinking of himself, a miracle and twin borne.
Forsaken in life's wishes, called only for justice seen,
lived life fitting of a brother they'll always mourn.
Save up the coins for the ferryman while you still can,
the days will bring swift recounting.
Leave lasting memory for love's empty hand,
and debts of the heart ever surmounting.
Into the potter’s field, the countdown of silver
coins, clinking out the betrayal of the potter,
who formed the traitor with his holy hands,
who let him join his circle, hear a host of words
from the mouth of “I Am.” He looked directly
into Judas’ eyes, called him friend. In the end,
Judas hung himself from a tree, over the field.
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and then he himself fell
with a lasting clink -
and the Lord said, “…But woe to that man
who betrays the Son of Man! It would be
better for him if he had not been born.” *
4/8/2022
*Matthew 26:24 NIV
Will you accept?
Not a challenge
Rather an invitation
Let us explore each other's thoughts
Are we oil and water?
Will we have a meeting of the minds?
They say men and women are not the same
Do we both not bleed?
Do we not see the same sky?
Smell the same scents?
Strive for the same things?
I extend out my hand
I beg you, please don't turn away
I am trusting you with a part of me
Let us dance
Twirl along the page
A part of me and more
I lay here at your door
Your proposal is sweet
Oh, let our minds now meet
An invitation to dance
Is such a golden chance
To let rhythm and rhyme
Keep us dancing in time
Gender does not matter
Perceptions we will shatter
When it comes to poetry
We are the same entity
With words we are in love
Touched by inspiration's dove
We exude beauty fair
As our poetic souls we bare
My words a gift to you
You know just what to do
Oil and water don't combine
Each is unique and sublime
But they mix when making bread
By which hungry minds are fed
A sweet blessing our words bring
We can make the heavens sing
Like you, I am a lover of words
Looking for diamonds to capture light
Each word placed creates our delight
A symphony of colors shining bright
In the end I have a spirit of oil within
Long ago I permeated my lover's skin
She and I are now a we
From her comes the sweetness you see
You and I, opposite sides of similar coins
Separate, yet in subtle ways we are joined
Two coins jingle, create a sound
Tossed to the sky yet still Earth bound
As we share what's on our minds
Only heaven knows what treasure we will find
Treasures don't lie on the ground
Buried deep, they must be found
The one with a passionate heart
Will get all, not just a part
Opposites attract, I'm told
Our poems, treasures of gold
You have stories and I have mine
Poem gems, sparkle and shine
Your love speaks to you; mine to me
Our ballads of sweet harmony
The treasure is this, our dance
Unsure, we still took a chance
You took the lead, steps just right
This dance with you, a sheer delight!
A joint poem with my friend Eileen Ghali, thanks for the dance.
Shining summertime
A little, cute cat meows
At the perfect yarn
Like a coin
You have two sides
Kindness on one
And deceit on the other
Sometimes they combine
You act just like
A poisonous viper
I avoid your words
An obvious ploy
To twist mine
And make me the bad guy
I see your motives
I've been there before
The victim of hate
My trust level is low
My guard tower is high
I don't believe your lies
So hide your fake smile
And leave me be
I'm tired of being played
By coins all my life.
There once was a young farmer called Lee,
Who was digging up coins round a tree.
He was sure they were golden
And were awfully olden:
They were dated a thousand BC…
BC : Before Christ
In the garden, by the fountain,
I was sitting in a chair.
As the visitors approached,
I saw them hesitate and stare.
For the pool of water glittered
With a sea of silver change.
Not one warning sign was posted,
Which to me was kind of strange.
I imagine out-of-towners
Or some locals on a tour
Make a wish and toss their coins,
Which settle on the fountain floor.
Do these people think their wishes
Have a chance of coming true?
Or is tossing coins in fountains
Just a thing that people do?
If you add up all the money
That museum fountain gleans,
It could really be a fortune;
And I’m curious – who cleans?
But much more, I wonder if the wishers
May be disenchanted
When they realize that their wishes
Somehow never do get granted.
Still, most people think it’s fun
To make a wish and throw a coin;
And if I am honest, I’ll admit
At times I’m apt to join.
The water in the fountain in the park is gushing with joy,
The reflections from the wishing coins are dazzling my eyes,
The coins are full of someone's daydreams, and anticipation of love,
only time will decide when those dreams would come alive.
With so many wishing coins already in the fountain,
I add my coin in the water with a kiss and a wish,
Like so many wishes, is my wish ever going to come true?
Only the reflection from the pool smilingly knows.
In every coin a wish is wrapped,
A hope is bound, an expectation is carved,
The reflecting moon rays from the coins in the night,
Fills the heart of viewers with the soothing peace and glitter in the eyes.
Next time I pass the fountain again,
I add my coin with another wish,
I never know whether any wish would ever come true,
The only thing I know is the sight of the fountain brings me rays of hope.
For a few lousy coins
The poor take your right to life
For a few lousy coins
Riddled face, weary under clouds quite frail,
night of hope screeches of meal to eat.
A boy cups his hands again for spare change
plucking a tin can on lanes primed for the rich.
Colder than ice of night like soiled paper bag
he approaches a woman of leisure with a smile;
bypassed and judged as nameless face, a plague
while his lips hang on a sigh…coins, coins.
Though disgruntled, the matron feels a hard tug
A shrewd merchant blinded by earthly whims;
hoarding diamonds and favors as life’s treasures
while he, an innocent waif mirrors her empty needs.
For she lives in a mansion filled with poverty
where frozen rooms and silverware feed on hunger,
as soul barren cannot hide the real misery
craving for pauper’s wealth of faith; she is the beggar.
Dr. Ram Mehta's Measure For Measure
by nette onclaud
Invitation: Rick
Will you accept?
Not a challenge
Rather an invitation
Let us explore each other's thoughts
Are we oil and water?
Will we have a meeting of the minds?
They say men and women are not the same
Do we both not bleed?
Do we not see the same sky?
Smell the same scents?
Strive for the same things?
I extend out my hand
I beg you, please don't turn away
I am trusting you with a part of me
Let us dance
Twirl along the page
Response: Eileen
A part of me and more
I lay here at your door
Your proposal is sweet
Oh, let our minds now meet
An invitation to dance
Is such a golden chance
To let rhythm and rhyme
Keep us dancing in time
Gender does not matter
Perceptions we will shatter
When it comes to poetry
We are the same entity
With words we are in love
Touched by inspiration's dove
We exude beauty fair
As our poetic souls we bare
My words a gift to you
You know just what to do
Oil and water don't combine
Each is unique and sublime
But they mix when making bread
By which hungry minds are fed
A sweet blessing our words bring
we can make the heavens sing
Response: Rick
Like you, I am a lover of words
Looking for diamonds to capture light
Each word placed creates our delight
A symphony of colors shining bright
In the end I have a spirit of oil within
Long ago I permeated my lover's skin
She and I are now a we
From her comes the sweetness you see
You and I, opposite sides of similar coins
Separate, yet in subtle ways we are joined
Two coins jingle, create a sound
Tossed to the sky yet still Earth bound
As we share what's on our minds
Only heaven knows what treasure we will find
Final Response: Eileen
Treasures don't lie on the ground
Buried deep, they must be found
The one with a passionate heart
Will get all, not just a part
Opposites attract, I'm told
Our poems, treasures of gold
You have stories and I have mine
Poem gems, sparkle and shine
Your love speaks to you; mine to me
Our ballads of sweet harmony
The treasure is this, our dance
Unsure, we still took a chance
You took the lead, steps just right
This dance with you, a sheer delight.
Collaboration between Richard Lamoureux and Eileen Ghali
For Shadow's Contest
My beautiful child...
this reminder is for you.
As you go about your days,
one thing you must do...
I'm tossing coins from Heaven.
They'll fall upon the ground.
Stop and collect them,
my love, you now have found!
I'll place them in your
path from time to time;
It may be a nickle,
a penny or dime.
The coins value doesn't matter-
it's my secret message to you;
that even in life's noisiest chatter,
My Love will carry you through.
So when you see a coin;
pick it up, smile and say-
"my mom sent me her love,
she's never far away".
I felt the ghost of your kiss
along my cheek,
behind you I heard
coins drop, counted;
one to thirty.
My eyes widened
as you slunk the knife
into my back.
Your kiss bit into my lips,
a taste of betrayal.
Cyclone perished some fruits,
Tsunami small birds,
My country's economy,
Coins!
leaves’ Monetary,
afternoon sun rays peeping-
adolescent guy
Counting imagery gold coins-
appearing-disappearing