Postcards Poems - Poems about Postcards

Postcards and paper plane's. Postcards and paper plane's I'd never thought to throw away, some day I may reminisce how flying and crying mingled with nostalgia, as my travels have been short. Maybe the plans will resemble my freedom on the wings of desire, and the postcards remind me of home, in all the...

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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, and wine, And the Vatican was fine, And she didn't know When she'd...

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Postcards From Oblivion I dreamed you reached out to me last night Just to tell me it still wasn't right As if you thought it would be news Darling, these nightmares could be dreams We can shy away from yellow screams Either way we're singing blues Can't fix a problem that's not even addressed So don't check your mailbox Cause it's gonna...

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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 dew, are picture postcards of the brain that I’ll visit once again. There’s...

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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 treasure chest are the picture and the postcards. Rarely do I...

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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 Mother read her poetry for hours. A book collection she did...

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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 who would bother, though, Will not get one complaint. The fact that...

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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 no forwarding address I have cards from Paris, France Amsterdam and on...

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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 it be he meant me after all? Then the timepiece changed...

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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 be friends If never our roads go and meet again Just promise...

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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 a mountain- Clouds lightly darkly speak, Of misty rings Cumulus things Where summit and...

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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 - alone - one with the morning dew scared - lost -...

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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 cubes. Wish you were here (Not!) all my love xxxx" Still on a...

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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, or teary eyes no last dance to an old, sad song...

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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 me towards destiny I look out the window The glass reflects only...

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