Post Office Poems - Poems about Post Office

The scent of paper, aged and slightly worn, A quiet hum where stories have been born. The postal office stands, a steadfast keep, Where whispered secrets travel in their sleep. Behind the counter, faces kind and known, Have seen our joys and sorrows gently shown. The anxious wait, the hopeful hurried hand, Reaching for letters from...

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The post office parcel farce Those in charge a little bit harsh asleep at the wheel give them a bonus hundreds and hundreds and nobody noticed The honours awarded Community service Innocent to guilty that is the verdict you took their lives their reps their money are you obliged a stint in the prisons through ruining...

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Had to mail some packages; Waited on a line. Didn’t take too long and really, Everything was fine. Still, I was surprised to see My matched-up window clerk Was talking on the phone, non-stop, The whole time she did work. She never said a word to me, Just pointed at a screen. I guess this was a very normal Part of her routine. Perhaps, without her...

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Last Saturday, my husband and I went for a ride, To enjoy the sunshine and the countryside. First, we stopped to eat: What a treat... The place we chose was not posh, You could not find much better nosh. Homegrown salad greens sold there, Homemade Pies, excellent fare, New laid eggs from their chooks I think Paree is where they get their cooks. Not a...

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If USPS has your gift Delivery will not be swift It seems the Night Shift Just got the short shrift And somewhere your gift went adrift!...

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Hip hip hooray, I accidentally found a post office That is still open. Anyway, I saw a person go in Without throwing a brick. Most post offices have closed around us. I would have run back to my house for my letter Except is would have been a thirty-two mile hike. I do not even want to walk that letter to my...

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Coins stacked like leaning towers of tilted soldiers Oh the stories they could tell, well traveled Phone rings, Hello, how may I help you? Receipt roll falls from the till, unraveled Could you tell me where my letter is today? It was posted last Thursday? Around a mile away? Unlikely, let me consult my crystal...

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sometimes your heart and your brain has to bleed to smile here i am exhaling with delight, but said delight is an internal clown if you could have smelled the scent on the towels before these towels, you would have thought that we both went into cardiac arrest i once thought that there were sweet smelling flowers in my...

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The thatch up higher on the P. O. roof a touch of home as not aloof! I estimate my grain of salt not of default what e'er is left within the vault! The stamp, still cheap for all the business worth, a sentinel of giving Govee's own gloved reserve! We lose it so, and then deny our griping was the reason not defy our simple freedom, mails reply! I bartered not...

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Waiting is my short suit Many chores await Everyone moves slowly Is this to be my fate? I only have a question Transaction should conclude I just need a minute It'll brighten up my mood I've lived sixty plus three years I recall people caring We'd better train the younger ones Or waiting we'll be sharing I wonder how many years Being patient I have spent While workers chat,...

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Happiness looks so natural upon you, when your eloquent face beams forth as you intricately attempt to converse with everyone that surrounds you. So many expressions tuning into your wavelength, eyes, lips that surrender to You’re every sound. Oh! Yes retarded lady, how content you look in your world of simplicity, even though I know not your name, I do care and share in your...

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endless pointless...

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