Cents Poems - Poems about Cents

...The grandfather on my mother's side was a cheapskate. A real cheapskate. One Christmas, he gave me a used paperback book. Something like “Jimmy Plays Baseball.” It was written for a 7 year old c......Read the rest...

...What is the gift in your life Is it your husband or wife Is it your children, your lover, your pet The notion of someone you haven’t met yet Is it the door that you shut on the havoc The sanc......Read the rest...

...Before Mr. Peanut an advertising team created Elsie the Cow At the Borden Milk Company, Elsie, a Jersey heifer, was a wow. she was introduced with three friends- Blossom, Bessie and Claire. Four y......Read the rest...

...I used to wonder, what’s worth my nickel? A day adventure on my bicycle. I’d look all around. My choice narrowed down. A large green pickle, or red popsicle ......Read the rest...

...The clock, the watch, the phone all have eyes that watch from the view of 2 AM untamed Heart rates jumping like the heat of the flame Me plus You is a movie, what is the name Our love doesn't fit......Read the rest...

... I will put my two cents in, and join this Valentine’s Day craze. To tell my wife I love her, this particular lover’s day. No need to pay attention, to all those silly made-up things. Becaus......Read the rest...

...~Exaggeration is Part of the Game~ Back in the day, I remember my momma always used to say things like, “If I had a nickel for every time I had to pick up your dirty underwear, I’d be a millionair......Read the rest...

...I saw it there and stopped for a while, perched dainty at the top of the pile of crockery, grubby, crazed and old at the yard sale, waiting to be sold. A teacup; white dots on baby blue; the sam......Read the rest...

...They know me, still, behind my aged teacher face. They wave to me in my car, running wildly home from school on a sunny afternoon. I smile and wave back, thinking, “my sons know me, still.”......Read the rest...

... I'm on the outside, looking In Quite often I feel like the only word in a poem that doesn't rhyme, or I'm a nickle, five cents short when I'm in need of a dime. You make me feel like I d......Read the rest...

... Your judgments have me grinning. Don't pretend you were immune from the Avarice of Pride. Which you delved past cover packet into the gutworm of stardoms naked lunch? Un......Read the rest...

...You complain like the more you speak the closer the problem is to being solved, Your volume raises and it speaks volumes to everything you don't understand But who am I to judge I'm still learning......Read the rest...

...Interesting to me that red coral looks so beautiful next to Turquoise They go hand in hand like grass and trees and ducks and ponds I kept going back to take one more peek Just buy it! My girlfrie......Read the rest...

... Privileged classes are unsympathetic or unaware of the plight of the poor; Their pride, prejudice and hate; - Madame so am I the peasants have no bread to eat. "Question, so the......Read the rest...

...Pondering the thoughts of nameless enemies dying to show their face yet too afraid to be revealed I forgive & heal from all rocks thrown with ill intent for I know their time is at hand Absorbin......Read the rest...