Best Return Address Poems

I got a letter the other day;
The Postman delivered it in the usual way.
No return address I could see;
Who could possibly be writing to me?

I took the letter into my desk;
Made some room amidst the mess;
Used the opener to get inside;
Suddenly my eyes opened wide.

The...

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Oh isn't it unfair?
That,
Right there
Gone like a whisper  .
For something to be 
To really be,
Specials only vanish

Please,
Let me grab it 
Please,
Let me hold it 
I'll be careful I promise

But an idea never tarnished,
Why so eager to rot?
Why these children
Without folly 
Play with costume

Do you...

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As I checked my mail one day as I always do,
In the box was waiting a package with no clue
Of who it was from, from whom it was sent,
And for sure it puzzled me as did, its content.

I could hear no ticking or no noise...

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I was a minister of the gospel, very happily living my life for the Lord,
Preaching the Word every Sunday, in the spirit of affinity and accord.

I always knew that I would preach, for I had been called in my youth,
To perpetually serve the will of...

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Today I received a communique; return address was : Heaven Sent.
I nervously tore it open: that’s were my WIFE -- LENORE  went.
“My Dearest and Only Beloved“, {that’s what LENORE called me.}
I seemed to hear HER loving voice, HER angelic Face I see.

I’m here in...

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The scent of wet paper flops in my grasping hands.
Careful fingers tear mail open slowly to guard its contents.
A handwritten note from a woman I don't know
flows with sweet meanderings, too delicate to repeat.
Who is she that would lure a faithful wife's husband? 
I trusted...

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Present Date:   December 25, 1995
Envelope Date Stamped:  December 23, 1944
From:  _______  no return address but clearly overseas
To:  Addressed to widow living in same home 54 years

~          ~   ...

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You have a dream of love that didn't last. 
You search for something wrong, you might have done. 
The lockets, half a heart, were custom cast, 
The polished gold assured no end would come. 

You never knew we were a dime romance.
You felt the Earth...

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Baby teeth, two of them
loosening in her mouth force me to tears.

How under prepared for the coming of age
that will devour the entire night
in a prayer to a god not visited
since who knows when?

A complication all along
by the strangest of men who
somehow believes himself
impossibly responsible,...

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We often hear of hardship with single motherhood,
how tough it is to raise a family on her own.
How a drunkard and a basher never makes life good.
Winning the gambling debts; losing the family home.

But there's another side that often can be found
inside the personal columns;...

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I think it’s funny when in the thrift store I see
An Alcoholics Anonymous handbook donated to charity
With the former owner’s full name on the front, page sides, and spine
And even a return address label on the front page inside,

So much for anonymity!

I smile and think,...

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Dear Jenny,
 
When I got your letter I knew I had to write back right away.
I couldn't quite make out your return address. But a friend helped me figure it out. I hope this letter gets to you somehow. I wanted to tell you thanks,...

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Packaged and sent to Robert Gorelick’s
Made him a Doggy Book Of Limericks
That had me roaring-unique
Some were cute and very chic
A twisty phrase he pulls-off, are his tricks

A postcard; his picture, a return address
Newly printed and hot off the press  
It brought us closer, poet...

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The Pioneer spacecraft, launched in nineteen seventy-two
now roams deep space with batteries flat, and nothing else to do.
There may be chance that it gets found by aliens, I guess,
so on it's hull NASA has stamped a full return address.
Along with this inscription are two figures...

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My truck is so old…

     When I buy gas, I get a free Flintstone glass.

     So old that mold has my truck growing on it.

     So old that when I bought it used...

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