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 that hand I love to hold
I am not a part of any high class clubs
But I'm passionate
And I can give you love
I love you
More then cash or anything
I love you
More...

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One day, not so long ago, when I was out playing with my dog Ruff, I met a very old woman. She looked very tired and poor. Her clothes were worn and kind of ragged. Her shoes had holes in them. She wore an old straw hat that was coming apart. Ruff began sniffing at...

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for a nickel
little boys shined
his shoes
       he saw
       himself in them...

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Sally!
You should have raised the price
back a year ago.
Back when I had told you.
When you were saying no.

Coffee for a nickel more
would surely buy you more.
...but you weren't listening to me
and I was just a bore.

Now you say that I was right
and I am feeling blessed.
If not for knowing that you lie
and you have only...

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In change wherever you go,
on a nickel, you will find Monticello.
It was not that way years ago.
The reverse depicted a buffalo.
Thomas Jefferson also is shown to date.
He has been there since 1938.
A Native American chief was once there.
He could be found on nickels everywhere.
He made his debut in 1913.
Today, these coins are hardly ever seen.
A...

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A lady well known to be fickle
Was left all alone with a pickle
To her great delight
She found out that night
How a nickel pickle can tickle!...

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as i walked down the street, i came across a nickel, 
feeled with excitment, my eyes begun to twinkle, 
happy? but for a brief moment 
for my stomach begun to rumble. 

from a distance, i saw a bread shop, 
and with this nickel, my stomach was full of hope,  
i ran towards the shop,...

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Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada


All the nickel children
are playing on the rocks.
Girls exchanging numbers
and boys exchanging knocks.

Some are picking blueberries.
Some play in the moss.
Some are throwing grass bombs
as far as they can toss.

All the nickel children
are playing on the rocks.
All around a nickel
we made so that it shocks....

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A nickel and dime 
Had lost their shine 
When they slipped into the old couch in the parlor 

Their paths have been crossed 
When they both had got lost 
When they were exchanged from change of a dollar 

The dime and the nickel 
Still both in a pickle 
But they know they'll be found in...

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Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada


It's said by some
that the Big Nickel Mine
ran a jail for years
when there wasn't a fine.

There were hundreds of kids
whom their parents locked up
while they took their pictures
with an old tin cup.

Though they rattled the bars
and some did pout.
After just a few minutes
the parents let them out....

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Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada


It's at the top of the hill.
It's silver and shiny.
It's broad and it's tall.
It'll make you feel tiny.

It's above an old mine.
It's next to some rails.
It's a dot on the horizon.
It's not heads and not tails.

It's a circle with edges.
It's a coin large in size.
It's the money we made
for our Big...

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we try to make a dollar stretch
but never wonder why
when all the credit cards and checks
createdanother pie
but if you try to get a piece
they say that you're in debt
but how is that when you take lease
plus you created it
i see this system has its flaws
thru which abusers slip
but keep us clamped inside these jaws
with never...

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They paw through the garbage,
Retrieving the cans
And bottles to get the deposit
Which, likely, have come from
Apartments nearby where more wait
In a pantry or closet.

A nickel a can, which 
Means nothing to most
Is the source of their urban survival.
The beer and the soda
We drink and we toss, unaware
They await its arrival.

Imagine depending
On other folks’ trash
To furnish...

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A old homeless man sitting on the corner, holding out a hat
People walking by saying "Gross what is that
He seems to never get up from where he sat
He might not talk, nobody knows, they don't try to chat
He sits through the cold, warmth, and blistering heat
This is not easy, no simple feat
No amount of weather...

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a wry sense of humor
belting laughter erupts my fancy you tickle
ace lampooner

mirth flows free
rare as a buffalo nickel
pure glee

hurray
comic boomer
ha's!

a wry sense of humor
rare as a buffalo nickel
ha's!...

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