Pawnshop Poems - Poems about Pawnshop

An old ring, she lost Found it in pawnshop, one day Pawned, hungry belly....

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Downtown broad squares highway out of these places every nook and cranny alleyway, shabby signboard, makes a terrifying sound when the wind blows, we open a very narrow door and meet an old man who greets us with a warm smile across an iron cage we are always curious about the treasures buried in the darkness behind him They are of no use to him. Where are you taking all valuables and...

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welcome to my little pawn shop I will sell you my old teenager dreams don't worry everything turned out better this way....

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Dusty windows reflected fading dreams, Of items treasured now lost in schemes Of hopes long lost or freshly dashed, Left in limbo as cheques were cashed....

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Love’s Pawnshop by Odin Roark Unable to pay the debt Love is often pawned Sympathy as a claim check Stuffed deep in pockets of suffering Such self-deprecation roams the streets Perplexed with using the tender As peace offering to the beloved A gesture risking resentment Nothing conducive to healing Perhaps better spent on survival-type passion Allusion’s princely...

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(written to go with the tune of "Under the Boardwalk") Oh, when you’re strapped for cash, and your rent is coming due. If you gambled badly, and your bookie now is after you, Down at the pawnshop, you need to be, yeah, Where there’s laptops, old comic books and fine jewelry. (Refrain) At the pawnshop. Oh, what great fun! At the pawnshop....

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I walk in, It almost feels cold Letting go to all the unknown That ring you got me a promise we didn’t keep a frame of a picture of us You didn’t stay out long enough for me to need The key to the house That we couldn’t afford to love And here are my mom tears that I couldn’t...

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I was in the local pawnshop When a lovely watch I spied Just like the one my mother wore When she was my daddy's bride. She lost it in our big house fire. I remember how she cried. Mama reminisced about it Until the very day she died. I knew then that I would buy it, I simply could not turn aside. Daddy never could...

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Little pieces of people's lives At the pawnshop still survive..... ...

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I spied it in the window, wasn’t very plain to see Cos the glass was very mucky, the price I cannot read Tentatively went into the shop, was dark couldn’t see the way The man was old and bent, I hesitantly asked to see the tray It was a lovely emerald, green as the grass at home Looked longing at...

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