Short Postcard Poems
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a postcard
the message undiluted ~
wish you were here
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~CITYLIGHTS~ 2021
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Life is a dirty postcard,
I'm the one
with the permanent tan.
She wears the crown of filth
and beauty, and I
lose myself
in the uncertainty
of her gaze.
I received a postcard with a picture of the entire planet earth taken from outer space.
On the back it read,"Wish you were here. Earth's one hell of a place."
My wife agreed sex is better on holiday
What a nice postcard to received from her today
Wish I was there
Such a happy pair
Hope she enjoyed her funtime away
Pretty little seagull
a soft cry above the waves;
rainbows frame the moment,
a postcard come to life;
Dizzying beauty,
I want to touch the Sun;
Sing me a song of paradise
each dream a taste of peace.
The hoar frost coated the trees
Creating a picturesque scene
A wonderful winter land dream
Everything coated in white
An unbelievable sight
An enchanted winter delight
A picture perfect postcard.
Seeing the Seine
and the Eiffel Tower view
it's not the same
without you
so feeling somewhat blue
toujours l'amour ma chérie
with this brief billet-doux
thought I'd drop a line
wish you were here
the weather's fine
Mountains, clouds caping
In land of water falling
Tall, straight pines climbing
Many shades of green
Still paddy water serene
Steep hills between
Spring swallows welcome
Good fortune in ev'ry home
Happy we have come
Some consider them dull
Others say "I don't think I am going to that"
Yet I attend such shows on a fairly regular basis
I find them stimulating
Also fun!
Postcard shows
Something you should consider
if you want fortune and fun!
Postcard Whow
Millions of '
postcards
for sale
Dealers
from around the world
Some from Israel
Some from Russia
Some rich
others poor
Capitalism in action
But E.V. Debs cards
sell for a lot of money!
The point of this poem escapes me
you send me sentences
through a postcard
of orange fruit color
(like day turn to be dark?)
“i bought a pair of new shirt
dimmed brown-yellow”
(like rain wants to fall down?)
you didn’t ask me
i’m well or not
you didn’t say miss me
you didn’t expect reply
(like story in the end?)
However
Picture
Postcard
Perfect
Paradise Island
May initially seem
Without a certain other Soul
To share it's plentitude and bounty with
Must be be like the final tree in a wood
being felled
Enquiring to themselves I wonder if
anybody else heard that
And is coming to my rescue
What triggers out-of-control emotions?
frown
whistle
lopsided picture frame
yellow flowered wallpaper
person
smell
landscape
poem
painted canvas
purse
postcard
antique mall
toothbrush
six thousand eight hundred other things
What triggers me is unique to me
And what triggers you is an anomaly to me
As five am drew, the morning scene looks like a postcard.
The ridges of the mountaintops are perfectly outlined as if drawn by a painter
Three shades of blue layer the sky
Pasted to the shades of blue sky are a half crescent moon and one very bright star
The picture perfect scene ends with a warm breeze
Sand gets grayer, melting sun
Merges into setting phase
Waves slow down their run
To the quieter pace
Gentler blows the ocean breeze
Cirrus clouds decay
Shines a metaphor of peace
In the air today
Looks like postcard type of view
But it’s not that trite
On the premise of the few
Who can breathe the light.
In my collection
a card oof Martin Luther King
has taken its posistion among the other cards
I have bought or traded for
Shot down like a dog
He tried to bring peace to a harsh, troubled world
Died young
He knew what he was getting into when he
began to agitate
He is missed by many
Martin Luther King
yonder is my town's old bridge,
grayish, humpbacked, but still strong,
still spanning my gaping years
like lyrics weaving my song;
like a bright picture postcard
framed by my car's glass window,
stirring youthful memories
that gladden my soul, you know.
Owing you a letter,
No time,
A postcard for now.
I picked the one with a bright red tulip,
I thought about your yellow ones,
The ones with red streaks.
They sound beautiful.
My tulip plants have two buds.
One bloomed
But was sun bleached pink,
The other didn’t open at all.
The drought still takes it’s toll,
Even into spring.
Colorful Display
A
wooden
bridge across
the babbling brook
behind flowered hills,
pastures of velvet green
where the sun and shadows blend
the natures colorful display
like a peaceful country postcard scene
with greatness of the rainbow colors smile.
Erich J.Goller
Copyright 5.16.2009
With an array of foreign stamps
send me a postcard message please;
Take me through those vibrant cities!
Let me see all the rustic camps,
stories of long hikes and leg cramps;
Don't leave out forest oddities!
With an array
of antiquated outdoor lamps
brighten a dark dead of night breeze;
Show me scenery that revamps
with an array.
I got a postcard just today,
It was sent from France,
Where heads your way?
When first I read it,
I simply broke down.
I sat there, crying,
I needed you around.
My life’s full of lies,
You’re one of them.
When I opened my eyes,
You were gone again.
Now I’m sitting here,
Thinking of life.
I’m holding balance
On destinies pipe.
Form:
It ended as quickly as it began,
You were gone and everything was empty.
A suffocating silence filled your place that left me
With the looming hope if your return.
I waited, wondered, worried that you'd forgotten,
But every few months
I'd get a postcard in the mail
Of a place I've never been,
With the same scribbled message
Over and over,
"Forgive me."
Pouring my eyes into
Digital imagery
Letting the cruel waves
Carry me to the sand and back
Blushing inside
When their gentle eyes cross mine
I close my mind for a moment
And stop breathing
No more bleeding
For a moment
Warmth, a bright sun
For once
I know the light, I see
Kind winds floating
Up to the sky again
Without you
Desperately
Without you
I love you little Bluebird
Here's bidding you sleep tight
I'll dream about your pretty face
Until the morning light
And when I wake I'll dream some more
Sweet dreams all through the day
Some whisk you off to Paris
Some where at home we stay
Some place us in a postcard on
Some mountain or some beach
With total peace and quiet...
Somewhere out of reach
The beach of summer so hot and wonderful
Splashing in the ocean waves
The finding of shells and feet walking along the sand
Fulfilling our desire for more
Relaxing sun and sea breeze through our hair
Wonderful days of mornings, afternoon breezes
Makes us forget our troubles even if its only a little while
Sun, sand, breeze, cool relaxing ocean waves
Makes a wonderful postcard for sure