Best Nickel Poems


A Nickel and a Dime

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 then serenades could sing
I love you
Higher then a mountains peak
I love you
Deeper then an oceans wreath
I love you
Brighter then the sun can shine
But I only have a nickel and a dime



By Kyle Ezra Kriticos

For a Nickel

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

Sally's Nickel Raise

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 jest.

So take my money in a tip
and hope it surely helps.
And know that I won't make you rich
despite my many yelps.


Premium Member Buffalo Nickel

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 woman once said something to me that was funny.
“Don’t give it to me.  I only want American money.”

Nickel-O-De-In

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!

Premium Member Nickel and Dime - Nursery Rhyme

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 due time

But until they do 
They'll stick together like glue 
Until they get found and cleaned from their grime 


Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest 3 
Sponsor: Eve Roper 
3/23/2021


The Nickel With a Hole

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, not walking not jogging but, as i said 
i ran towards the shop. 

once i was in, so my destiny will begin, 
i quickly grabbed a doughnut, and threw my nickel at him, 
he looked at me, and said, "this nickel has a hole" 
"as is, your doughnut" as i vanished like a mole.

Nickel Children

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.

Big Nickel Jail

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.

Premium Member A Nickel Is Worth?

"Pennies are good luck. Take one with you everywhere you go." By Poet 

Once in a tale of old,
a penny was worth one cent not gold.
A nickel was worth five pennies,
they say changes are coming Jenny.
With no more pennies of copper,
this will be a real money stopper.
Guess I need to now unearth,
the real story behind the nickel's worth.
Will the king of coins the nickel require a new birth?

Nickel and Dime

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 ending grip
i simply see it all the time
how many of us play
continue to nickel and dime
when you could quit today

A Nickel a Can

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 the means to keep living.
If only more thought of
The souls such as these,
Perhaps there’d be more to our giving.

Big Nickel Eyes

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 Nickel Eyes.

Premium Member Laughter Minichu


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!
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

A Nickel

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 has had this man beat
Layers of socks bundled up on his feet
Jackets ripped in many places, stuffing falling out
He looks to be in pain but doesn't scream or shout
He looks to be a good man, but personality is what its about
I passed him by many times when I walk out the store after I checkout 
I may not be a rich man but I have change to spare
So I toss a nickel into the hat still covered with hair
He looks up to me and starts to stare
I wondered why, a nickel sounds fair
But the he says something that makes my heart feel full of lies
He says "Maybe this month I'll get a good meal of a small box of fries".
I knew I must do something before this poor man dies
Since that incident over a year ago
He has learned to adjust, and let his words flow
He had been ready to let it all go
But a nickel can change a mans life you know

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