Best Nickel Poems

I only have a nickel and a dime
I can't take you out for lunch
Are you still mine?
I cannot buy you pretty rings of gold
To compliment...

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Pack your bags dear, there’s a Croc near
And he’s creeping, through the night
With his eye on - on...

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White Devil

Call it what you want!
I call it, his favorite season hunt...
Two hoofs imprinted near the riverfront.
Echoes calling my soul with a loud, ferocious grunt.

I...

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The spirit that remembers the taste of blood
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I was three the first time i remember 
seeing mamas bedroom walls 
springtime colors on her quilt 
Though it really could of been December 

I...

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The sun poured through the window of my attic room,
      shafts of sunlight- spotlights on the wood floor;
I got out...

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they’re sensitive my words
exposed wires
like veins hidden 
under the scars
of too many verbal attacks 
like swarms of vampire bats 
who puncture the night
turn the downpour...

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O' What Is War But The Mad Child Of Greed And Hate


By uppity arrogance the mouse challenges the lion
And his haughty crown is fused nickel...

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I suppose I'm revealin' my age as I compose this little ditty,
But as I compare costs today with yesteryear I exclaim, "What a pity!"
Gas cost...

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God knows each heart that walks the streets, and then,     
each sense of guilt caught up in false pretense.  ...

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THE OLD FART SONG
(sing to the tune of "Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys")

Verse one:

Old men ain't easy to love and...

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These Hallowed halls
Frequented by myth and griffin
Whose presence Guards these priceless minds
 Protecting the unwritten novels
M C Squared and ingenious thoughts
The prophesy of zero one

This...

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It was the Main Street hangout for the teenagers of its day.
For a nickel they could dream as they heard the jukebox play!
Wispy white metal...

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Driving through a small mining town
Angle parking in front of an old drug store
Memories flashed back to my childhood
Those days are gone forever more

Sitting on...

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A penny for your thoughts
  with inflation it’s a nickel
The longer you go on
  the more I find you fickle

You looked sincere, so...

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