Best Postcards Poems

I get pretty picture postcards
from faraway places,
not many but over time
they accumulate 
on walls, fridges 
and marking pages in books.

Mostly from old girlfriends
writing to prove
they are still alive.
"Amazing scenery, wonderful people,
haven't had a decent cup of coffee since Montreal,
watch out for the water in ice...

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Pictures and postcards
crumpled up letters
memories of moments
captured in a nighttime dream

Picnics and flowers
warm summer breezes
whispers and kisses
captured in a daytime dream

Feelings are flowing, circling and dipping
creating allusions - causing confusion
life pushes on - pressing and pulling
leaving a memory etched in a restless mind

I wait -...

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Let me see…
Give this one a Gothic Border,
For my mood is one
Of secret gardens,
Gargoyles-
All internal wanderings…

And this one,
Of an island 
Somewhere,
A place only
Tropics know-
The sea
Its endless border,
The sky
A far away glow-
A sleepy little lagoon-
Here fairies
Flit, flutter to tell
Flickering tales
Us dream thieves 
Dream to sell…

And now
Above...

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Nothing do I have of  him except some post cards
and the one picture of himself he sent me once he’d gone away.
No piece of clothing do I have to press against my face
and breathe in the wonder of his essence.
Stored in an old worn...

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A little girl with dark brown braids.
White blouse, gold-colored wool skirt 
and patent leather Mary Janes.
An only child with a wired haired fox 
terrier that lived with Grandpa,
Mother and Father.

Her Mother, sweet, who saw to it
that she had ballet lessons, went
to a private school and...

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I’ve been sleeping for a long time
Drifting in and out of “reality”
They say the dreams of men are only passengers
That has but one final destination
I can’t get off this train
I never bought a ticket
It was always here
In the back of my mind
In front of me
Carrying...

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The end dear friend is just the entry and he pointed, but he never meant me, it was the old man sat inside me that the message was intended for.

I sat and wondered about the door and what was it the entry for and could...

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You were gone, though you had never left
on a long vacation, from yourself
they'd arrive in batches, every day
no return address, no greeting

Questions, feelings, hope was fleeting
then missing died, one lonely day
as did the heart that still lay beating
in the empty room next door

No warm goodbyes,...

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My parents send me postcards
As they jet set around the world
So that I have a little piece of them
I save the cards like I would exotic pearls

I'd like to tell them that I'm okay
Although both of them I miss
I often think of writing back
But have...

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My love left me a letter,
"Dear one, I hate to make you frown,
But there seems to be a part
That's missing from my heart.
I need to find it
Before I can settle down."

Then she sent me a postcard,
It read, "Caro, ciao from Rome."
She loved the music, food,...

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These postcards spell the moments of my life
Each memory jotted down in black and white 
In New York's where I first kissed you
In London is where I missed you

(Pre-Chorus)
I know you wanted to see how my story ends 
But I promise you that we'll still...

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When I have visited a place
I can go home and see its face.
Every detail, every line
reappears inside my mind.

The small to largest part
is engraved upon my heart.
Museum, farm or fair,
you can bet I am still there.

Caught up in this Déjà vu,
with feelings fresh as morning...

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Life’s heading somewhere,
Still not sure where.
I’ll send you all postcards,
Once I get there.
With love, hope, and plenty of inspirations.
My dreams are yours,
So go ahead and take them.
Live them fully because I know I won’t.
There still on my to do list.
Next to loving life and joining...

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How cool to get a postcard!
For someone took the time
To buy one, write it, stamp it
And then send it. Sometimes I’m

Away and make the effort,
But often I do not.
It’s easy to tell everyone
That somehow you forgot.

With FaceTime, Skype and Twitter,
The postcard seems so quaint.
The person...

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Another day here at BMCC
   Jazz magazine at the ready
Yes and students 
  walking around
    Some say Buenos Tardes
Some say drop dead
   You can't please everyone 
    But as the song says
"You've got to...

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