Nickel Poems - Poems about Nickel

"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...

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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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There once was a rich man from Des Moines Whose profile was engraved on a coin He was so proud He crowed out loud It was money that kept him going. Written July 18, 2021...

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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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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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I was in grade five when we moved up north to a remote miners' town. Even my memories are dull. I escaped as soon as I could ~ ...

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A nickel in my ear, A dime on my head. Two quarters in my nostrils. The dollars are all dead. A page in my arm. The rest of the book never found. You’ve been busy dear All I’ve done is fool around. A token in my pipe. Empty penny slot next to my head. Golden goose is laying hard. The dollars are all dead....

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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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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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All the Nickel Children are playing on the rocks. Twilights silhouettes upon the ridges walk. Cool winds upon them as dusk becomes the dark. The giant nickel shining in moonlight for the shock. The red horizons glowing in molten rocks of slag. The metal casted buckets off slightly to their side. A heated dump of coals made brilliant to their waste. The...

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All the Nickel Children are playing on the rocks. Ridges to their cliffs black crust. Chimney sticks and nickels casting silhouettes and all the sky in burning rust. The glowing red horizons sliding down in fire been dumped from casted buckets to their side. The train cars slowly running with a gentle purr while showtime sees the hotter coals collide. The view upon...

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All the Nickel Children are playing on the rocks. Cooler winds upon them scents. The smell of dying leaves descending on their nose and all to build the heart's suspense. A group of girls giggling huddled in the wind. Their gossip for the boys to hear. Excitement for the moment that it's gotten cold and passion they'll be warmer when their near. All...

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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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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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Poems about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada There's a nickel big that I feel small. A coin to wonder where you'd spend. One broader than your shoulders. One much to large to lend. There's a nickel big in Sudbury. A city home to miners. Where mining for our nickel is not meant for the whiners. There's a nickel big from in the Earth. A coin come from...

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