Coin Poems - Poems about Coin

The roar of the crowd fills the air The whistle blows, my heart pumping Bucket for Bucket, foul for foul A free shot soon to be coming A needed break for the fans and players As the game comes to a pause The team devises their next move A new perfect plan without flaws A tense feeling overtakes the room As the game...

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We could cure all man's diseases, but we couldn`t cure humanities sickness. So I`ll bring back history's greatest minds, to rescue ourselves from these dark, dark days the gloominess caused by the mistrust of today. As life crumbled, it was surrounded by the worlds decay, Conflict: male vs female; a war between the sexes, a hatred without an end. The seeds of this...

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two sides to every coin sometimes, the head speaks while the tail roars twisted by the pain tales of their fame an infamous villain sent to the stockade Tales told, and evils sold A penchant for vengeance Minded by spite, and grounded in hate You'll hear the story just a few years too late Heads determined to seek recompense at slights imagined, and time spent...

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You can struggle In your dealings on earth You may achieve all and end up a loner Whom presumes life’s success and timing as a coin. Through your shadows; find light In your peril seek peace In your loneliness seek companion If you find one, tell the tale, Write the song and sing your praise everyday. If you find no place to...

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Most counsellors will tell you, That its is all about you, And how it is up to you, To do everything for you, To treat you, And find ways to move forward to a better space, for the sake of you. 70 years life experience among others, Who think of others, Do things because of others, Do things for others, Do things with...

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Coin toss Close eyes, deep breath Fingers crossed on both hands Make a wish for your top desire Open eyes....

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shiny gold coin ~ a small piece of art caressed in her hand...

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a curious coin flipped free and fell forever fishing forgotten wondrous waves woven wide in a wishing well. on it wandered heeding head and telling tale of a decisive certain self as written in "the tomes of twi," (tw0 t1mes as binary transcribed, preserved there once for each possible i) deep deep down in mother...

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A tiny, glowing, wing-ed creature flies to homes around the world in every land compelled to take each tooth we lose and then, to sneak a coin to sleepers whilst they sigh as wispy whistles whoosh from holes inside and taking the milk teeth we lose as planned when growing up from baby boy to man. What does a tiny...

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There've been moments when 'twas courage I needed like the time I climbed to the crest of a mountain to overcome my fear of heights. It was superseded with bravery I found in myself to give me credibility instead of wishing by throwing a coin in the fountain. Quarters, nickels, pennies wasted, tossed in futility. To Rome's Trevi they flock...

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Young and old they throw making wishes with each coin waiting for magic...

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Twirling Head over heels Sun glinting On its edges Dreams afloat On riffled air The splash A cool see-saw descent Of hope’s Last penny ...

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(For-your-thoughts) ((Many moved away quake rushes waves ashore suburbs are our new town today bare main street an eyesore the town's post office is still there plus the water fountain we used to flip coins in the air penny wish amount in older siblings, it's just for kids that's me--oh boy--that's me make a wish--tighten your eyelids you'd wish for this--CANDY! no fountain, just coins, and water siblings...

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The water in the fountain in the park is gushing with joy, The reflections from the wishing coins are dazzling my eyes, The coins are full of someone's daydreams, and anticipation of love, only time will decide when those dreams would come alive. With so many wishing coins already in the fountain, I add my...

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As a young child, I loved to have a coin placed in my tiny hand. My fingers wrapped around it tightly, then closing my eyes and making a wish. Into the fountain it would fly, the water would splash up saying I have it. As a teenager, I would search my change purse for a coin. The fountain seemed to know I...

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