Postcards Poems

Postcards and paper plane's

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

Postcards

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

Postcards From Oblivion

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

Postcards

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

More Than the Picture and the Postcards

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

Postcards From My Past

~*~*~*~*~


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

Postcards

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

Postcards

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

Postcards From Ecuador

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

Promise Me--Postcards

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

Postcards

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

Pictures and Postcards

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 -

Pretty Picture Postcards

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

Postcards From the Room Next Door

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

Postcards

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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