Postman Poems - Poems about Postman

Starts with the morning rise Breakfast to energize Head straight to the Post Office The day begins with sorting the mail Daily without fail Preparing to deliver The creed being neither rain, snow nor sleet A Postman documentation to keep No matter what, the mail is always a proceed Eyes on residence and business Everyday being the postman’s witness Mailbox leverage Mail and packages Delivery precise Chased by dogs Working...

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Morning Mr. Postman Do your thing in bringing my mail You do with care and without fail Sometimes mail I need to respond You always follow through It’s a daily routine to pursue You are the king of the neighborhood You offer candy treats to the kids They see you like a dad You one happy Lad You are true to your responsibility You show the...

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Postman I know the postman collects, stores in jars, his many many bitterness of tastes. ...

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A postman brought the key that opened up the morn, Forty-eight hours after the new king was born. His queen was but a thought that would come years beyond, She would be much younger and a blue-eyed blonde. The old king would step down, that crown was...

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On a remote Mediterranean village there along the lovely Italian coast was a simple young postman looking for love for in to boast Mario was his name, got a new job delivers the mail up so very high Pablo Neruda, a well known poet who lived where Mario climbed to the sky An attractive girl called Beatrice worked in the cafe right way downtown as...

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I want to write about this sad feeling in my chest, but I won't Before that swamped me, I'd noticed a new spiderweb But it's a spiderweb that engenders an apology Allow your mind to drift back to when I made assumptions about how frequently the post box was being emptied (memorable poem) Now flash forward to now,...

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He left her alone went to work daily, he worked as a clerk at the old bailey, but he was gay and loved his boss, and he did not give her a toss, cheated on her to carry on gayly! She knew husband did not love her at all, she waited for handsome postman to call, she greeted her love at the...

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My next-door man was a postman He stunted gimmicks like Tarzan I met a constable And told him my trouble He said, “I can’t treat your ailment”. Syllable count: 8, 8, 6, 6, 8 (I used howmanysyllbes.com to count syllables.)...

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Respect A postman His post Man...

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Don't bite the Postman Please don't bite the Postman, With those yellowing canine teeth. He only wants to deliver our mail, Not feel your sharp nip beneath. We've known him now, all these years, So, shower with kisses and smother, He only wants to deliver the mail, Please don't bite him Mother....

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He only worked the night shift The other shifts he was cut adrift As soon as the sun went down You could see him prowling the town In his post office van he picked up the letters And on the colder nights for the better He wore a cloak in a flourish around When he stepped out of truck to the letters...

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Fairy postman I bring the letter from a Fairy to give you gifts of Love I become a postman to send Your smile today I am ill tell you The tale of fairy postman Durnk like hell write like Care story of a guy who die For his love a fairy postman Bring...

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Waiting for the Postman Florrie stands at the garden gate, How much longer must she wait? The Postman was due ages ago What will he bring today for Flo Junk mail or a pile of bills Or a letter from her daughter Jill Maybe a seed catalogue Or a letter requesting she sponsor a dog An offer of a new bank card Or book-club offers...

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The Postman The postman comes once a day Leaving rubbish on the floor All piled up by the door. Then the dustman comes down the lane And takes it all away again! ...

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I am going to marry the postman As soon as his wife runs away. It might be tomorrow What bliss and what horror. But it certainly won't be today I think I shall keep my own name Despite what the postman might say. For I've got so used to this My history's suffused with it. Post me a prayer for today...

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