Best Thrift Poems

Thrift Store Foreshadowing
                              by Odin Roark

Inventory of past life inventories
Poised in dress-parade attention
Obliging his obligatory inspection,
Seeking...

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The Thrift Store
The thrift store holds relics of time,
Wondering what lives were lived in
the shirts left behind.

A red dress dances on a hanger,
Wondering who danced in the dress before.
Who gave it life?
Did it start with a night on the town?
To only end with a lonely...

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Nearly all things
pertinent to life
are dispensed
in measured
finite quantities
money
clothing
shelter
food
water
oxygen
even relationships
and our life itself
in precious drops
moments
of time

So, thrift in
nearly all things
is merely a logical use
of these resources
in appreciation
of their value
their basic
necessity
to our
survival

But even frugality
can go too far-
when it becomes
a competition
us against them
a vicious fist-fight
in the bargain-bins of...

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I went to the BIG
bookstore and read
poetry by every author
that has been published.
Now, I can imitate them.
I can write you poetry.
I can give you a page of
thrift shop words—words
that belonged to someone else.
Please take them.
Hold on to them.
Hold on to me.
Soon, I will suffocate
you with...

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The thrift shop takes donations – 
Clothing, housewares, jewelry, books
And much of it is junk, but some
Deserving second looks.

I rarely make a purchase but
At times I fill a bag
With items I no longer use
For them to sort and tag.

It hasn’t happened yet, but still,
I wonder...

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MOTHER NATURE SHOPS AT THRIFT SHOPS

I watched the trees grow strong and tall
The rain and rainbows is how they were able to thrive
I’ve heard tell of one, but as for me I’ve never seen one fall
The only ones I stand among are vividly alive

The compost...

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She hadn't a friend who cared or family member around
As well as she had fared the loneliness is what she found
Tucked away in her mansion the neighbors so eerily distant
Drapes keeping out the sun like the rays were never sent 

So many pictures of the...

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A  Graham used to wealth lavish
And to easy fun The slavish:
In the two had not seen blemish
"Let those who wish it be squeamish!"

Now, it is Graham's white wedding;
He knows where the thing is heading:
Skin to Excesses just deaden
Or wife's face might, sometimes, redden...

"Means I'll...

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her opulent presence
is beautifully crafted on the night of the mind
her tattooed form elegantly painted sensitively
but oh so erotically
lip rings and candy necklace feast for the lusts
but she knows your eyes are on the plunging neckline
she is a deeply written romance novella
she is a poem...

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2200 E High Street
Pottstown, PA 19464

Upon making a purchase,
yours truly murmurs bonjour
to the man/woman clerk
manning cash register,
(perhaps another day)

maybe soon as tomorrow
January twenty four -
two thousand and twenty,
I will explore
Moonlight madness sale

fifty percent off all merchandise
across the expansive floor
after getting weary and footsore
snagging garments for...

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There once was an old man in Madras,
he did never ride a city bus,
walked to work saved money
for one joyful journey,
when time came forgot where money was.


July 1, 2019
Syllable count : 9/9/6/6/9
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Humorous Limerick
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin...

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Would you take a dollar?
No.
Okay. Thanks.
Would you take a fifty-cent piece?
No.
Okay. Thanks.
Would you take a quarter?
No.
Okay. Thanks.

The haggler has no idea how to haggle really, the 
vendor thinks, not realizing she gets more things for
a dollar, a fifty cent piece and a quarter than anyone
else...

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The voice of death tho a whisper still
If exercised is loud and shrill
A couple of coins & sign the line
May just buy you a little time
Library’s filled with ancient tomes
A lot of stories of the unknown
On going tales of lore
Their to impress the present whore

Two...

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I was never a girly-girl.
I am not a sorting, throwing away, cleaning girl.
I am definitely not a wash-the-dishes or wash-the-clothes girl.

I am more of a fill-up-your-spaces with junk girl.
Buckets of junk, baskets of junk, junk to 
Put junk in, junk to sit on top of...

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To either family The Land is God’s Gift:
A Divine Portion plus Trophy to lift,
All trespassers to quit making it swift,
Another day to never towards it drift …

A Land The Talk of legal documents gone through
And newspapers armed with Truths mixed with The Untrue;
An entry into...

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