Thrift Poems - Poems about Thrift

Cinnamon, my childhood doll, I barely thought of you at all - of where you went, or how, or when, but I was only little then. Now I'm crying, lost in time: layered under years of grime, you sit quite still upon the shelf and I am back inside myself. The antique market fades away: I reach for you amidst the fray. My Cinnamon, my childhood friend, our...

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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 have to my belt tighten; That way all my problems lighten: What...

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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 how I’d feel To see a stranger wearing My old clothes –...

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no G string Thrift Shop Guitar 1520 songs out...

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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 the tussle of a busy-body spend-thrift Making it a plot...

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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 bits to cover the eyes A few roses to deodorize A Constant...

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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 near future return home to stock wardrobe (mine) satisfied with basement bargains...

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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 in the world. The buyer leaves with her dollar intact. There is...

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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 life when it makes us afraid that there's not enough to 'go around'...

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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 other junk. I love thrift stores, garage sales, and flea markets. Antique...

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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 night in bed. The stain on the sweatshirt, A beloved sweatshirt with...

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Thrift Store Foreshadowing by Odin Roark Inventory of past life inventories Poised in dress-parade attention Obliging his obligatory inspection, Seeking the suit that would fit him well, Avoiding the over-priced, Cleaned and...

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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 of darker daylight longing within her good girl image to be as...

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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 past yet the joy had long since fled It all just...

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