Best Stamps Poems

Aimless foot prints mark a wind torn shore 
deserted rifts splitting a secluded scene, 
(where romance rocked a heart between 
painted paradise and realness once adored) 
our heads inevitable drift even deeper inside 

And as blood red curtains paint a choppy sea 
where last sun...

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Dear Santa Claus, can I ask a wish 
A wish come true- for everyone 
Be'eth I too old..to ask 
Will it fit on your sleigh 
It's not a small wish 
It's humongous 
Everyone
Will love 
It 

I 
Myself 
Will share it 
To one and all 
To...

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Footprints in sand, indelible till the tide comes in,
reliable impressions, etched, embedded, enveloped 
to form an album of traces:
crab hole excavations,
scurries of hurrying birds,
seaweed twirls wind-driven in curls,
tiny sand flea hop-craters,
crab claw side-step shuffles,
drift-wood scuffs and scuppers
remnants of tidal riffles and ruffles,
snap-shots of scrapes, stomps,...

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when i used to have to send letters to the editor
from charleville-mezieres,
i used to use stamps with pictures of Louis Pasteur on them.
in the united states, i've been sending out manuscripts,
with stamps that have Buzz Lightyear on them.
i feel reflected in my infinite culture.


to change...

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Villanelle: Whenever Life stamps me down under heels

Whenever Life stamps me down under heels
   I think of those who died living deaths young
So say i who am i to bleat meek squeals

Ages gone by how many mute appeals
   Fell on deaf...

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Stamps, perforated passport squares,
Took me oft where I wished to be
On my own low budget world tour
Warm, safely tucked in dad’s armchair.

I loved to dream in dad’s warm chair
A young wallflower who would dare
Brave adventures safe in my head
Free from boldness, courage, and dread.

Flipping album...

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My Jimmy Hendrix stamps
        are colorful.
They are not mine, for I cannot
        buy them,
but I will use them
        in my mind
   ...

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If stamps could talk,
What stories they could tell,
Of places they have seen,
Of messages delivered,
Of countries they welcomed into the world,
Of countries  fare-welled.

If stamps could talk,
What stories they could tell,
Of letters lost and letters found,
Of being trapped behind furniture for decades,
Of being stamps of Royal...

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Remembering S & H Green Stamps

By Elton Camp

This was at one time a marketer’s dream
Loved, though most knew it was a scheme

For each dime spent, one stamp you got
Soon they would add up to quite a lot

Grocery stores that wouldn’t participate
Their decision would soon come...

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Touching this postal stamp shaped just like a sponge
How many more of these stamps would be launched 
The beautiful colors and the humor of animation 
Cheering up a heart through this line of communication 
The hues being used could moisten the stamp
Cute little stamps to...

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To have your picture on the face of a stamp,
Is a honor reserved for the ones who cultivated change
Among the mèlange of inspiring faces,
Lays the face of someone who served on the basis,
Of freedom

Behind a small black and white picture,
A mighty face lays
With eyes of...

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Modern Concentration Stamps For Query 

Heights of subtly decide the best points for invention
Delights of brevity decide the next poetic composition
Insights of entropy reside and then collide in patient comprehension 

Conspicuous engagements of the outspoken looking for transparent attention 
Ridiculous derangement of the broken ones...

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In a world of paper, colors bright and bold, 
Lives a stamp collector, with stories to be told. 
With albums of wonder, and pages of dreams, 
Each stamp a journey, or so it seems. 
 
But shadows can linger, and hearts can break, 
For the...

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IN A GILDED INSTANT

The monarch’s wings opened as a picture book, fluttering by. It glided, uncertain but undeterred, through a gentle haze of gold and shadow, the garden’s hush punctuated by the faint murmur of leaves. Sunlight filtered in rare skeins, dappling the monarch’s patterned...

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