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Introspection January Poems | Introspection Poems About January

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Details | Blank verse | |

A Dark January

I

Boastfully, I regret no deeds,
my sins are minor, lame, and weak.
These children, though born dead, are strong,
like a necromancer, I make them dance.

Machineries, and wretched whores,
all linger midst my core's hollow depths.
So violent, I reproach their names,
like demons, they return the favour.

Silence now, no not a sound,
save for my gears, grinding gold.
A littany, these vicious lines,
meant to be enjoyed in Death.

So let me sleep, wake me not,
the Grave is my truest home.
Quietly, I shall decay,
and I will become my art.

II

Burn this body, this sinful cage,
bound to Earth's pleading ways.
My soul is chained within,
the keys just out of reach.

Pleasantries, I crave emotion,
intoxicated, I find them here.
Cells may rot, the better then,
so that the soul may roam.

Spread the ashes near and far,
somewhere left unseen.
Not valiant, not brave,
I am the Coward's King.

So still my heart of violence,
let the impurities flow.
Diminish all your foolish laws,
this soul belongs to me.


Details | Rhyme | |

I hope

I'm 51 today.
51 tomorrow, yay
Was 51 yesterday.
52 is months away,
And yes I'm thankful.
Although it's not my real birthday,
It kinda is in a certain way.
I'm still alive another day.
I had the notion to celebrate.
And be thankful.
Though it's not a holiday. 
Thanksgiving has come and gone away,
I'm just alive today.
For that I'm thankful.
Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme,
Or reflect upon the deep sublime.
I'm just grateful today to be alive.
I mean really thankful.
I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy,
Or impress you with theology.
It matters not at all to me.
I just feel thankful.
So tonight I take a walk outside,
I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe.
I breathe in deep,
And I say thank you.
And maybe not just to Who you think, 
Man let's throw in the kitchen sink,
And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful.
Some of you I'm glad you're gone,
Frankly you stayed a bit too long
And some you the grave stole far too soon,
And yet I'm still thankful.
Today the living and the dead
You've both been right up inside my head, 
And synergized this verbal thread.
For that I'm thankful.
I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end. 
I always smile when I think of him,
And now I listen
I heard a siren going by,
I wonder who and wonder why,
Was it a wreck, did someone die?
Yet still I listen.
Neighbors dogs are going wild.
Was that the laughter of a child.
Seems like I can hear for miles.
Still I listen.
I hear the hi-way roar of cars.
Tho I have never heard the stars
Is there really life on Mars?
Shhh brain please shut up and listen!
The soft night whispers in my ears.
Pressing through my random fears,
I stand amazed at what I hear.
And now I wonder.
I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze
The silhouette of leafless trees.
I stand in wonder
Then I wonder about the first man to ever be,
Or the first time he looked up to see
The Milky Way the galaxies.
Did he wonder?
I wonder what he did
How he loved how he lived.
If he ever lost a friend?
Man oh man I wonder.
Was he the first to dig a grave?
How it sounded if he prayed?
How he fought?
How he played?
If that man could see us all today,
What would he say I wonder?
In ways was he a lot like me?
Did he sometimes fear what he could not see?
Did he create unseen walls 
Of unbelief?
I stand and wonder.
Did he ever hurt the ones he loved?
Did life convince him not to trust?
I wonder.
My great grandfather lived
My DNA is shared with him.
I wonder how we are the same,
And I don't even know his name.
Still I wonder.
Will my great grand kids know my name?
Will it even matter who's to say?
Will they look up in wonder?
Will they listen?
Will they be thankful?
Not much I can leave to them
That would matter too much in the end.
I suppose the primal hope in man
Is the hope I hope lives on in them
I hope they wonder. About the universe.
I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse.
I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts. 
I hope they're thankful.
I hope they listen.
I hope they wonder.
And no matter what life hands them,
I hope they hope.


Details | Free verse | |

If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.


Details | Free verse | |

BACK AT ONE



While granules from past season’s flakes thaw the impatience of my own caprice amidst the restlessness of mid-winter, clay gathers new fragrance of tangy moss. Back at one, infant stars bequeath light upon clouds resting on a drape of reverie, the music of firstborn days stirring the wake of garnet’s ardour with time’s new dial--- a little fiery perhaps---as opposed to the acrid taste of a cycle’s old debris. My January, you cuddle the balm of my fortitude in your arms streaked with breathing hope, to nurse the fertile seeds of renewal with ovules so despicably beautiful that moonlit fireworks glaze steadily on night’s eyes, grounding my balance with acceptance that trials and love come from same flame: how this moment must be relished in praise of fresh dowry… Call me home instead and warm my skin as I roam with you, my January, fulfilling my quest’s return to a patient self... the kind which blesses fire and ice.
................
Hello January Contest by nette onclaud


Details | Rhyme | |

Dark Of Night

                                                  Recently, I had a dream;
                                           I was in this world trying to leave.
                                                Tired of finding everything,
                                          Trying to make love without a ring.

                                           In this hotel, in the dark of night,
                                        I knew what I was doing wasn't right.
                                                  No one pulled me aside;
                                          Neither friends, nor family did try.




                                                     ©2014 Honestly JT


Details | Acrostic | |

NEW YEAR'S WISHES

Never be it said that new beginnings can’t be obtained
The endless quest for happiness and futures ordained
Surely worn us all down – books scoured for inspiration
Folk Lore/Yarns embraced for our life’s path preparation
Memory, an eager companion to chastise us and torment
Time we’ve been allotted, wasted on slights to ferment
Looking to bring some relief to others in their dire need
This is what brings joy to souls rich in the art of forgiving 
Looking in the mirror, inwardly: What do we see and striving
To portray to an outside world? In ignorance, we aim to please
Others are equally busy with their lives; sense of a new lease
On Life. Each calendar marking public festive holidays to celebrate
Thus, in effect wishing our time away, wasted on endless freight
Of regrets; only to be put aside briefly during this Holy Season


SUMMERY: A message within a message (two unrhymed lines), therefore My New Year's Wishes:
1. Looking to bring some relief to others in their dire need
2. Of regrets; only to be put aside briefly during this Holy Season


BTW:  Ethiopia, Russia, Ukraine, Serbia, the Republic of Macedonia, and the Republic of Moldova celebrate Christmas on what in the Gregorian calendar is January 7


Please see the About section regarding this form of an Acrostic poem.


Details | Quatrain | |

A New Year

A New Year

Seems like just yesterday
We welcomed in last year
The days and months that followed
With others I did share.

Small steps and better days
I found throughout that time
Found what really mattered
When all was not sublime.

We took ‘one day at a time.’
With effort made a go
And yet time did go quickly
If you really want to know.

So here it is
Start of a new year
With new days
And challenges to bear.

Thankful for my health
And for my state of being
Grateful for my friends
Look forward to just seeing.

It seems as each year passes
We note things we missed before
Life has twists, turns and endings
Of that, I’m really sure.

So pop the cork!
Drink to the New Year!
Good things I wish
For all that you hold dear.



Details | I do not know? | |

The Sound of Distant Ankle Bells


The Sound of Distant Ankle Bells


Memories of those delicate tinkling bells,
casually fastened around calloused feet,

take hold of my waking moments,

and fling my thoughts back to a distant time,
where folk-songs were heartily sung,
joyful, yet hopelessly out of rhyme.


I barely saw her, a construction labourer perhaps,
hauling bricks, cement, anything, on a scorching Delhi day,
while in the semi-shade of a Gulmohar tree, her infant silently lay.


A cacophony of thoughts such as these swirl around,
yanking me away from the now, to my cow-dung littered childhood playground.


Now, a lifetime of displacement has hushed the jangling chorus of the past,
to a faint trickle of sounds, as distant as an ocean heard inside tiny sea-shells,

and,

I know, that the orchestral nostalgic crescendo, rises, dips, and swells,
as tantalisingly near, yet a world of time away, as were the tinkling of her ankle-bells.







Details | Free verse | |

January 1st

A whole new 
Irksome block of monotony
Placed at my door
By night.
Climb up or down as you please
Vacuous and silly I am all agog.
Some crazys have not slept
To herald
My wife, sterner stuff
As usual
Shakes off the ennui
And ignores the banal.


Note: Poem written long ago


Details | Free verse | |

35

White flakes float from 
the white sky

and dogs are rough
housing with the kids.

I remember when Dad
confronted the neighbors

after their son had
bloodied my iced nose.

He was white with anger
and I was cold.

As I walk down the 
street to the store

the neighborhood kids 
are at it again,

living in the snow, 
building snow houses.

I remember how the cold
didn't affect my young bones,

but now I'm old, and I
am making dinner tonight.


Details | Classicism | |

January Stance

Look and review.  Look and review.
The New Year is coming.  Review’s what we do.
What have I believed in? What lies have been told?
What truth has ascendance? For truth is my gold.
What lies have invaded and reworked the Truth?
Where have I departed, diminished forsooth?
Where have I veered off from true Liberty’s path,
Compromised integrity, brought on God’s wrath.

The New Year is coming.  A new slate is here.
History’s drawing new pictures of fear.
Will it be fear of what people might say,
Or fear of the Good Lord who loves us today.
Shall I pay attention to cultural lies?
Or shall I look Heavenwards, one of God’s spies
Who constantly roam around Heavenly places
To bring back its perfumes in kindness and graces.

The spies of our Father have wisdom to go
From a closet of prayer to the big world below
With the gifts of the Spirit, of wisdom in kind,
Knowledge  un-natural, miracle mind.
So how may I check that my pathway lies true?
More time in the Heavenly places is due,
That the words of my mouth, which are weapons enough,
May achieve on this earth all His miracle stuff!


Details | Rhyme | |

This Past Year


I think about this past year... It “came and went…” I wonder that kind of life have I really spent? It almost seems like yesterday that I was a young man… “I had the world in the palm of my hand.” I had many goals, ambitions and dreams. I wanted to enjoy life and do so many things. Looking back on time and how quickly it’s gone by. I gaze up into the beauty of the stars in the sky. As I get older and think about another “resolution.” I find myself with another problem with no “solution.” I think about a God... Who made all of this a possibility! He’s offered to me love, hope and tranquility! I’m going to make a new commitment this January 1st. No matter if things get better… Or things get worse… I’m going to give my life and family to God above. And ask him to bless our home with his mercy and love. I’m going to try to live for him the best way I know. And seek his blessings wherever I may go! I’m going to give to God a love and strong commitment. It’s only in him where I’ll find true fulfillment! There’s an important fact, I shall always remember… God is with me from January thru December! He will be there to guide each step that is taken! With him in my life… I’m never alone or forsaken! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

January Amnesty

Time moves too slow
when kneeled before oppressive 
three by four inch plastic altars 
taking communion with fellow debtors
and praying
in allocated installments of faith
for blessings of pregnant dollars
and a forecast
of January amnesty

But we all hear December's secrets
in the static whispers 
curling away from desperate lips
as if aired concerns
will disappear like winter vapors.

This devolvement
back to flesh and bone liability
will negotiate no cornerstone,
compromise no clause,
and grant no mercy
even if 
we make it through December.


Details | Rhyme | |

Anticipating (Dreaming in January)

I awake to start the new day,
To find all nature stirring;
The bumble bee and humming bird
Around the feeder whirring.
The russet breasted robin
Has caught the early worm.
He'll take it to his lady love
Before its final squirm.

Across the way the flower field
Is full of willing workers.
Spring in my valley scurries on;
It is no place for shirkers.
Not long ago, I too was part 
Of the exciting action.
I sit with cup of coffee and
A sigh of satisfaction.

I've served my time, no need to rise
To a bothersome alarm.
Without my help, spring will maintain;
I've rented out the farm.
The days when I met life head on,
Are part of history.
I sit in relaxed leisure and
Let Springtime come to me.