Nickle In My Pocket

Nickle In My Pocket

A Poem by John Anderson

Nickle in my pocket, no penny more
Two pieces of lint, one step from the door

Words consumed by the shadows on the wall
Love at the edge, two steps to the fall

Where is her voice to my hearts suspense?
Where is the kiss to break this silence?

When will she see all the tears I shed?
How long will this hurt consume my head?

Can she not see the heart I long to share
Or has she forgotten the way to care?

Casting my hopes from question to question
Looking for answers to her regression

Like tossing nickles, dreaming in a tale
Another one lost in the wishing well.
 

© 2014 John Anderson


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Simple in rhythm but packs a punch in imagery. We'll done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Nickle in my pocket, gets my two cents :) Seems to me like you would have been standing with your hands in your pockets kicking an imaginary stone with your shoe. Sometimes you reassess, take a chance, make a choice and try again....

Posted 9 Years Ago


Ah, the cost of unrequited love. I like your form and rhyme pattern. Nothing seeming forced. Moon's Daughter below comment re "not a penny more" I think is a good suggestion. An overall solid poem.

Posted 9 Years Ago


It couldn't have ended in a better way. An enjoyable read. But in the first line,try "not a penny more". Though it is your poem and the decision is entirely up to you. I love the last 2 lines so much, I actually noted them down.:))

Posted 9 Years Ago


You have not disappointed me with your mind, thoughts and compositions. Masterful!

Posted 9 Years Ago


This was very good. This feeling of love lost is evident in your worlds and something I know will touch many. I enjoyed reading this today.

Posted 9 Years Ago


well put of a parting.
got "I hope your heart may break" feeling.
i would think years after this
she will cry, and doors won't ding.

Posted 9 Years Ago


So eloquently and simply put, really. I enjoy reading your poetic voice, Mr. Anderson.

Posted 9 Years Ago


This is beautiful sadness, my heart aches reading the why's how's what's where's that this poem begs answers to... this has such vulnerability but in a charming sad way. I adore it. :)

Posted 9 Years Ago



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