I stand outside your home all day,
I guard your notes in a simple way.
Who am I?

I open my mouth but never speak,
I hold your mail when postmen sneak.
Who am I?

Rain or shine, I always stay,
I keep your letters safe each day.
Who am I?

I don’t have wheels, but I’m on the street,
I hold your mail where numbers meet.
Who am I?

I’m full of news both good and bad,
Without me, you’d be sad.
Who am I?

You don’t feed me, but I get stuffed,
With papers and cards, smooth and rough.
Who am I?

I’m outside but never walk,
I bring you bills that make you talk.
Who am I?

Paint me bright or paint me black,
I always help your letters track.
Who am I?

I stand by your fence, tall and thin,
Drop letters inside, you’ll find them within.
Who am I?

When my flag is up, I have a surprise,
Look inside with eager eyes.
Who am I?

I never eat but I get stuffed,
Strong and steady, I’m always tough.
Who am I?

You won’t find me inside the hall,
But I’m always outside near the wall.
Who am I?

Some days I’m heavy, some days I’m light,
But I keep your letters safe at night.
Who am I?

I’m outside your house but never roam,
I give your post a little home.
Who am I?

The mailman loves to visit me,
Without my help, lost letters you’d see.
Who am I?

I’m not a bank, but I hold your pay,
Sometimes I brighten up your day.
Who am I?

I never sleep, I never eat,
But I always guard your street.
Who am I?

Sometimes plain, sometimes with flair,
But letters always live in there.
Who am I?

I stand still but I still serve,
I bring the mail you deserve.
Who am I?

You’ll find me close to your gate,
Holding mail, I never wait.
Who am I?

I never talk but I bring you news,
Some you like and some you refuse.
Who am I?

I live outside but never roam,
I keep the postman feeling at home.
Who am I?

I have a number but not a phone,
I help the mail find its home.
Who am I?

Sometimes tall, sometimes small,
I’m always ready to serve them all.
Who am I?

When letters come, I’m never shy,
I hold them safe until you try.
Who am I?

I’m full when empty, empty when full,
I follow this puzzling rule.
Who am I?

I never move but people visit me,
I’m part of every house identity.
Who am I?

I’m not a phone but I still ring,
I carry joy that letters bring.
Who am I?

Bills, cards, notes, and more,
I never complain about my chore.
Who am I?

Without me, your mail would be late,
Find me waiting near your gate.
Who am I?

You can paint me plain or bold,
But I’m always strong and cold.
Who am I?

I hold letters but I’m not a hand,
I always stay where I stand.
Who am I?

I’m not a safe but I still lock,
I guard the paper on your block.
Who am I?

I never speak but I share the news,
From happy invites to bills you refuse.
Who am I?

I’m never lonely, I’m always fed,
With paper, envelopes, and sometimes red.
Who am I?

I help the postman every day,
With numbers that show the way.
Who am I?

I can be fancy, bold, or plain,
But I guide the mail through sun and rain.
Who am I?

Without my digits, post is lost,
But adding me is worth the cost.
Who am I?

Some make me bright, some make me plain,
But I always guide through sun and rain.
Who am I?

I’m not math, but numbers are mine,
Find me outside and mail’s on time.
Who am I?

I’m full even when I look bare,
I wait for letters with steady care.
Who am I?

I never call but I deliver things,
From paper cards to wedding rings.
Who am I?

Schools and homes both need me near,
I hold their post all through the year.
Who am I?

Wood or steel, big or small,
I’m the box that helps you all.
Who am I?

I hold packages large and wide,
I never complain, I just provide.
Who am I?

I never walk but I get named,
For holding mail I’m always famed.
Who am I?

Sometimes plain, sometimes like art,
But I always play my daily part.
Who am I?

Packages, letters, cards, and more,
I hold them steady by your door.
Who am I?

When my little flag is raised up high,
It means new letters have passed by.
Who am I?

I’m numbered, plain, or painted new,
But without me, no mail gets through.
Who am I?

I wait by the road in sun and rain,
I hold your letters again and again.
What am I?

I open my mouth but never speak,
I keep your mail safe all week.
What am I?

I stand so still beside your gate,
For letters and parcels, I patiently wait.
What am I?

I hold your news from far away,
Delivered fresh almost every day.
What am I?

I’m not a door but I can open wide,
Letters and cards I safely hide.
What am I?

Rain or shine I do not move,
Your daily mail I always prove.
What am I?

I have a flag but never wave,
I show when mail I safely save.
What am I?

I live outside but guard inside,
Your letters in me safely reside.
What am I?

I never walk but get your mail,
Through wind and storm, I never fail.
What am I?

I keep your secrets sealed tight,
Until you open me in daylight.
What am I?

I stand like a guard near your door,
Collecting letters more and more.
What am I?

I hold messages you cannot hear,
But read them loud when you come near.
What am I?

I open wide but have no teeth,
I store your mail beneath my sheath.
What am I?

I’m small or big, red or blue,
Mail finds its way inside me too.
What am I?

I don’t travel yet I receive,
Every letter you believe.
What am I?

I sit outside both night and day,
Holding letters on their way.
What am I?

I have a slot but not for coins,
Mail and letters are my joins.
What am I?

I keep your letters neat and dry,
Even when clouds fill the sky.
What am I?

I guard your mail without a sound,
Planted firmly in the ground.
What am I?

I’m opened daily by your hand,
To read news from a distant land.
What am I?

I don’t speak but bring you news,
From friends, bills, and even views.
What am I?

I’m filled then emptied every day,
With letters sent from far away.
What am I?

I hold your hopes in paper form,
Safe from wind and every storm.
What am I?

I sit by roads in every town,
Holding letters up and down.
What am I?

I open for news but never eat,
I store your mail safe and neat.
What am I?

I stand alone yet serve you well,
Your daily letters I always tell.
What am I?

I have a lid that lifts with ease,
To check your mail whenever you please.
What am I?

I keep your letters safe and sound,
Fixed firmly into the ground.
What am I?

I never move but receive each day,
Messages sent from far away.
What am I?

I hold your mail but never read,
Yet serve an important daily need.
What am I?

I wait outside both day and night,
Holding letters safe and tight.
What am I?

I open wide but never eat,
I store your mail safe and neat.
What am I?

I have a slot but not for coins,
Your daily letters are my joins.
What am I?

I guard your messages from rain,
And hold your mail again and again.
What am I?

I stand beside your house so still,
Receiving letters as I will.
What am I?

I never walk but always stay,
To collect your mail each day.
What am I?

I have a lid that you can lift,
Inside you may find a gift.
What am I?

I’m filled with notes you love to read,
I serve a simple daily need.
What am I?

I stand outside through sun and snow,
Holding letters row by row.
What am I?

I keep your secrets safe and dry,
Until you open me and try.
What am I?

I don’t talk but bring you news,
From letters, bills, and friendly views.
What am I?

I stay in place and never roam,
But bring the world right to your home.
What am I?

I hold your letters tight inside,
From wind and rain I safely hide.
What am I?

I open when you come to see,
What messages wait inside me.
What am I?

I’m not alive but still I serve,
To keep your letters well preserved.
What am I?

I stand alone beside the street,
Where letters and parcels often meet.
What am I?

I have a small space deep inside,
Where daily letters like to hide.
What am I?

I receive but never send,
Yet help your messages reach the end.
What am I?

I’m opened daily with some cheer,
To see what messages appear.
What am I?

I guard your mail both day and night,
Keeping everything safe and right.
What am I?