These January Life poems are examples of Life poems about January. These are the best examples of January Life poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
The fog lies like a thick blanket over my city
It is gray, damp and heavy to breathe in
Grey and wet ..... gives me a headache
Morning turns to night, without any difference
I have to get the light and the sun back
Neither cat or dog will go out
I've heard about rain dance
Now I would like to take a sun dance
Will you join with me in my dance
A-L Andresen :)
My love for you will never fade
You locked the door; my bed I’ve made
A face in the crowd reminds me: so you
The smile at tilt; the voice that lilt
The auburn hair; the skin so fair
My tender heart skips a beat: Hallelujah
Your eyes held mine, a magic spell
The pain I felt was a pleasing hell
No one could e'ver compare to you
You touched my face with your hand
The time all round came to a stand
From my soul I moaned: Hallelujah
Love’s tender touch now in the past
Around I’d see: Nothing e'er last
The things I did could’ve blew’ you
The cars I drove at such high speed
The fast life our friends would lead
We did not understand the Hallelujah
I tempted you with a bit of *snow
You didn’t at first want to know
If y' didn’t know how I’d show you
The surreal dream showed on your face
Everything moved at a faster pace
You shouted my name: Hallelujah!
You pulled away then from me
I was begging for you please to see
What this was doing to us; to you
All that mattered was the crave
Your life given over to a rave
You’ve shut me out in this Hallelujah
Your beauty faded before my eyes
The pain you caused with all your lies
I couldn’t bear to see what we did to you
Your dreams had fallen and paranoid
The reality, now null and void
A syringe, your only Hallelujah
On our true love I will always dine
To’ve turned back to another time
To happy times I loved and knew you
For bringing you into this ruin
Sorry! This was all my doin’
For me there will be no more Hallelujah.
NO MORE HALLELUJAH, © 17 January 2013 Suzette Crous
*snow: slang for cocaine
Inspired by the song HALLELUJAH copyright © Leonard Cohen
"You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well, really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah"
>b>Sung by ALEXANDRA BURKE (If this does not move you, check your pulse...): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSgsW9GLerA (X Factor winner) and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQpod0tKOfE (at the Royal Albert Hall, London)
For those who can play guitar: "Hallelujah chords best version":- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jN6qD45gtA
For Frank H's Contest: Hallelujah
17 January 2012
My name is Kalie Jo-Ann Stevenson & I'm grateful to be alive. As I sit on this cold piece
of metal, they call a bed, I cry so many tears for I'm torn, hurt, betrayed & losing my
only mind I've ever had. This feeling of hurt is so strong. Overwhelming. I look behind
me & see a window only 3 inches wide. You can't see out of it. I look around me & all I
see is these 4 walls closing in on me. Suffocating. A sink with no handles, a toilet to be
shared by your cell mate. No privacy. Only Insanity. How does one survive this? How do
you keep from going insane? All you can do it think or sleep. Even then, you can't sleep
because your mind is racing a million miles an hour. I want to escape. I've been
wrongfully incarcerated. I'm the Victim. I don't belong in a cage like this..I feel like a
caged animal with no future of being free of this, free from the hurts inside, free to be
my own person, free to just be ME. I feel like I have no control over my life. As if
someone is using me as a puppet; pulling & ripping my strings left & right.. I hear
screaming & try to block it out. People have lost their minds. The screams & cries are so
piercing to your ears that it seems as though, all the screams & tears are from yourself,
but they're not. You'd like to do the same but if you do, you shall be punished for it. Life
is not Free. Life is not your own. People, government; they control your life, without
even the slightest chance to let you speak on your behalf. What happen to freedom of
speech? I miss my man & my daughter.. I'm crying uncontrollably.. Why me? My entire
life, I've struggled to stay alive & for what? To be kicked to the curb every time I finally
let someone in? To continue my Life being mistreated, used & thrown away as if I have
no feelings? Am I ever going to catch a break? I want all this to be over but it shall
continue, at least another week or so..Then I shall be sentenced..
Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome.
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome.
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.
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.
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.
She wakes from a dream, dripping with tears of sweat pouring down her face. Her long blonde hair is pasted to her forehead as she sits up in her bed. The clock reads 3:03am. Her heart is pounding rhythmically to the ticking of her wrist watch. Her long legs that are wrapped in her white down comforter are extremely cold, and she realizes that a harsh draft is seeping through the window sill beside her bed. As she pulls back the curtains to check the window for cracks in the ledge, her eyes grow wide with amazement. The street lights reveal swirls of frosted confetti which overwhelm the pitch blackness of the night. It has not snowed this hard since she was a little girl and suddenly the terror of her dream dissipates. She jumps out of bed, slips on her purple fuzzy slippers, along with her matching robe and runs down the stairs.
The stars glisten
Icicles hang still
Her front door swings open from the harsh embrace of the wind and she manages to drift on to her porch. Her foot prints smear the freshly painted deck but they are quickly filled up again by the urgency of heavens winter release. Her eyes begin to spill like water falls and her rosy face along with the rest of her body goes numb. However, the arctic chill was worth it to her. The last time she had seen her father was on a night like this. He loved the snow and every part of its splendor reminded her of him. The howling in the air, the cold that cut through her pajama pants like a knife, the snowflakes the size of marshmallows and the cars that look like giant igloos. Even the smell of the wood burning across the street in her neighbor’s fireplace all made her feel like her father was near. It was like heaven had stopped by to visit her this night.
By: Sabina Nicole
The first month of the year is like a thrilling new bond
It’s as if someone has waved a magic wand
Seeking new dreams, desires and goals
January seduces like two yearning souls
Vigilant and eager, while daring to do what hasn’t been done
Just like the early stages in a relationship, this month seems to be all fun
Suddenly you’re inspired, motivated and alive
Throughout each new day you discover your vivacious drive
But just like any fast pace fling
By the end of 31 days most lose their zing
Reality sets in and you become more aware
You question if in the next 334 days you will still be committed and care.
BY: sabina nicole
Born January 31, 1953 – Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson – Died January 30, 2048
HeRe, tell the truth,
liEs The Right Reverend Hudson
reBorn almost a century ago –
thE time was winter,
suCh long, long hours
baCk in cold, cold days
SaFety was unim-
poRtant for women
whO were married –
noNe spoke of
By God! This woman
refUsed to let that
get In the way of
her Living –
she Excelled at life
she Understood her birth
diD not define or restrict
her Self, her choices, her
lOve, her presence, or her death – she
kNew, with certainty: only truth is true!
Nota Bene – January 30, 2048 is the 100th anniversary of Gandhi’s assassination
We Thank All That Is Good She Was Here!
A new day, a new dawn
Last year is gone
A new hope, a new cheer
This year is here
The beginning of a new year
A time for new starts
The beginning of a new year
The hope of many hearts
When the clock strikes midnight
The whole world goes alight
When the clock strikes midnight
Our spirits take flight
With the hope of a new day , a new dawn
Because Last year is gone
But isn’t it a little strange
That we think this way
Because today is
just the same
As any another day
Every day has a midnight
Every day has new light
Every day has a dawn
And every yesterday is gone
Every day can be a new start
And every day we can have hope in our hearts
So this year live every day with a resolution
To make your life a glowing contribution
To your family, your friends and to your world
So that when the hope of new years is gone
Every day will be a new day
Every day will have a new dawn
And every yesterday will be gone