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?