Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

CreationEarth Nature Photos

Best January Poems

Below are the all-time best January poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of january poems written by PoetrySoup members

Search for January poems, articles about January poems, poetry blogs, or anything else January poem related using the PoetrySoup search engine at the top of the page.

Definition & Discussion of January Poems
Read January Poems
New January Poems

See also: Best Famous Poems

New January Poems

Don't stop! The most popular and best January poems are below this new poems list.

january fades by Kohls, Kurt
Me and The January Leaf by Kumar, Rajat
Eye of the tropical January sun by Ronnow, Robert
January Warmth -Haiku- by Jones, Cynthia
A Snowy Morning of January by Bhangu, Narinder
India Tarot Card Reading The Fool for 26 January by Mehta, Dr.Ram
I know it's January by Baez, Sebastian Aaron
January Climate by SOLOMON, ITSOGHOLE O
January Thaw -Monorhyme- by Jones, Cynthia

View all new January Poems

Poems are below this ad.

The Best January Poems

Details | January Poem | |

The Non-Resolver

I’ve been watching my weight since 14, but with all of the diets I’ve seen, they’ve become a big no-no. This here dieting yo-yo has stopped trying to be super lean! Other problems I’ll change as I go. I don’t need a New Year to say so! Said a wise sailor man: I yam what I yam! Why improve on a good thing - ya know? So the cause of the most bellyaching at this time of the year I’m forsaking. When you know yourself well. . . why then go through such hell! Resolutions I’ll never be making. For the the New Year's Resolution Poetry Contest of Regina Riddle

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

More great poems below...

Details | January Poem | |


Vaporous hazy fog,
listless light,
permeated by the sound
of early birds.

Gulls cawing,
delivery trucks thumping,
competing as they 
emit their harsh cries.

Singing the tune 
of way wards movement.

Devoid of green,
this place of concrete and plastic
hums in endless reverberation.

As the feral scrounge
and the contented pray,
life echoes on.

An orchestra
emanating from the edge
of the world.

Dispelling the night,
unfurling with the mist,
awakening this city.

Copyright © Teagan Taylor

Details | January Poem | |

Tear of Joy or Sorrow

How could you distinguish between a tear of joy and sorrow~~ blank page of a diary with dry teardrops asked me this question, the answer was not known to me,so I tore that page out. Date: 14th January 2013 ===================000====================== Placement: 4th; January 2013 Contest:Sijo Sponsor:Rick Parise =============================================

Copyright © kash poet

Details | January Poem | |

A New January Has Begun

Hello January it's been a year
Now it's time for you to share
All the wonder and great things
This special time of year brings
Soft white snowflakes that are falling
Cool slow breezes that are calling
You inside to get more warm
Cocoa's and blankets keep you calm
When the wind starts to blow fast
Against the windows it will pass
But your inner kid comes through
As you slip on rubber boots
Acting crazy and insane
Not caring about the pain
That's on your fingers and toes
Happiness begins to glow
As you play and act so young
While another years begun
And January leads the way
To more cold, then sunny days
Never knowing what will come
As a new year has begun

Copyright © robin davis

Details | January Poem | |

Hello, January, We Need To Talk

I've been waiting up late for you,
watching the clock like a featured film.
Suspense waits no longer.
Here you arrive at 12 am
with a firework's bang.
At this hour,
this is your greeting?
Hello, January,
we need to talk....
I haven't seen you in months,
and you come barging in.
You come on so strong,
but sometimes you can be so cold.
You let me down last time you were here,
like torrents of hail and snowy hills.
Snow can be fun, though,
and you did warm me up
with hot cocoa and a blanket.
Thanks for your reviving comforts.
What I'm trying to say is
that I've missed you,
and I forgive you.
I hope you can forgive
my past as well.
I'm sorry about my negative attitude
and my disorganization.
We should go on walks more
and eat healthy meals together.
I promise I'll be kinder,
and I'll try to appreciate
all the good you offer me.
Can we now start anew?

Copyright © Juliet Ligon

Details | January Poem | |

Sea of Dreams

She drifted on black starlit glass
beneath the full moon bright
captivated by the beauty of
the tranquil, lovely light
floating on the gentle waves
the stars kissed her goodnight
and rocked into her deepest dreams
she floated out of sight

By Morgan Mise
Written January 6, 2013

Copyright © Morgan Mise

Details | January Poem | |

Leopards -Rhyming Haiku-

Sneak up on their prey very silent and deadly don't get in their way. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.12/2015

Copyright © Cynthia Jones

Details | January Poem | |

Hello to January

Goodbye cloud that
Once held grip,
Out of your arms
I have the plan
You cannot take
I thought I needed
I don't, so bye.
And Hello!
My new friend
My wings are spread.

Copyright © Alexis Bennett

Details | January Poem | |

Saturday Fight Night

Battered and bruised mommy cries as she tries to cover her black eyes.
But mommy doesn't see daddy as her demise.
One January 25 mommy and daddy awaited as baby arrived.
Smiles of comfort and tears of joy came as so did the baby boy.
Mommy and daddy weren't ready to take care of the child for daddy was still a child.
At heart mommy took all those foul mouth liquor jeers from daddy's mouth but baby didn't 
know what that was about.
Mommy stays with daddy for the child, not realizing that it is doing more harm than 
anything...comes from daddy's mouth and baby takes it in not realizing.  
Flashing lights and sirens ring incredulously one slumber-some December night as baby was 
tucked in tight...while mommy and daddy was going on like it was Saturday fight night.
Baby cries but whose there to hear for mommy and daddy curse and de fouls the baby's ear.
Baby's heart is broken and shattered as mommy is shaken and battered.
Sweet kisses to mend her wounds internal and external but are they sincere from daddy's 
They will never part even though in mommy's heart she wishes daddy would leave forever.
One grief-some January 25 mommy rested never to return for her and daddy went on a 
"Where is mommy", said baby but daddy couldn't talk.
What could he say "I beat mommy till I killed her leaving her internally bruised and brain 
He couldn't say that any way for he was talking to Tiny in cell block five that day.
And baby has no other choice than to realize that his family was nothing more than a mere 
Sirens ring
Sirens ring
Battered and bruised mommy cries for help as she fights for her life.
Because daddy has beat her till her eyes turned dark as night.
It's ironic because baby has become a fighter in Saturday fight night.

Copyright © Paul Easter

Details | January Poem | |


Joyful celebrations herald the New Year
Auld Lang Syne sung with those held dear
New Year resolutions have been made
Upbeat about diet … until you get weighed
All the festivities have now come to an end
Reality hits…Oh the Christmas overspend!
You have twelve months before it begins again.

Birth date - 25th January
Contest Birth Month Acrostic
Sponsor Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
8th August 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON

Details | January Poem | |

The United Nations

Did you get my
Number yet?

Copyright © Merle Manu

Details | January Poem | |

As Time Goes on

The days of March are dark and drear.
In April rain clouds still appear.
By May the weatherman we cheer,
And June is here, and June is here.

July brings forth the perfect rose.
In August we take off our clothes.
September we must don our hose,
And summer goes, and summer goes.

October the cool breezes blow.
November brings a hint of snow.
December time is all aglow,
Bright gifts with bow, bright gifts with bow.

In January a deep freeze.
Small February is a tease.
Bold March once more will try to please.
Time to plant peas, time to plant peas.


Copyright © Joyce Johnson

Details | January Poem | |

Hello, January

Hello, January, what a zinger
of a storm you brought with you this year, Friend!
Why can’t you just let December linger?
You know I hate vacation time to end!

I know you think you’re such a special guy,
with people counting down the seconds till
you have arrived and shooting up the sky
with fireworks, but from there, it’s all downhill!!

All those people making resolutions!
You’ve wiped the slate? All things will be like new?
To me, it seems you offer mere illusions,
and yet I keep believing in you too!

I’m begging you, don’t let this year go wrong,
and please get ALL the months to play along!!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

Details | January Poem | |

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.

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw

Details | January Poem | |


stardom of the year
on its welcoming music
ushers our new dreams

culminate great task
snog the sweet and bitter past
cool somersault starts

blow New Year's trumpets 
commence it with smiles and cheers
have a joyful year

May 14,2014     3.30pm

First Place
Contest: Two Haiku (Month of January)
Judged: 6/18/14
Sponsor: My fave poet, Skat

Copyright © Leonora Galinta

Details | January Poem | |

Two Haiku

Strokes after midnight
received a distant sad news
a swallow has flown

Watch over us dear
I kept my prayers for you
frosted in flowers

Copyright © Lily Twinkle

Details | January Poem | |

January Rain -SF-

~Blooming Tale~ 

In limbo, we crawl on walls
Stare into a world behind curtains
Puzzled by the ends of -October dreams
A fight to scream, no one remembers
Once December is gone

Dark illuminating stars 
Will carve magic notes on trees
January comes to life!
Ones the old resolutions end

Mortal mountains ready To Bloom 
Taking from the clouds of yesterday
Surrender to the ascending view 
Never to gloom again........ 
The winds of a thousand words form a new scent 
A Flower-
-A new year begins 

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

Details | January Poem | |

December Magic

multi-colored lights are back inside their boxes... magic of Christmas wrapped snuggly in white tissue is ready for a long sleep
___________________________________________________________ For Andrea's Contest 1/1//15 Tanka "December's Magic"

Copyright © Carrie Richards

Details | January Poem | |

Dawn of A New Year

When she was the first to step across the threshold
I knew things were off to a good start.
Outside, dark and lowering clouds pressed in,
But inside, her beaming face made me warm all over.
I wondered if we should still go for a walk,
But she insisted, hinting that I was afraid of the stormy skies.
In no time, I shrugged on my leather jacket and we set off.
The cold winds whipped at our clothing all the way to the park,
A little raindrop spattering here and there.
It soon intensified to a downpour.
The freezing drops soaked right through her coat
And her dark braids had raindrops sliding down them,
So we ran to a pine tree, and I placed my coat on her shoulders.
My shirt was instantly drenched,
Chilling me where it touched my skin.
But I did not care.
Because I was huddling under a tree with my favourite girl
And all it took was a look at her beaming face to make my heart warm.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst

Details | January Poem | |

Thick And Heavy

                       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 :)

Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen

Details | January Poem | |

An Ode To A Friend

We met in 8th grade...We became great friends and
Years later,

She Dared Me To Write my First Poem January 21, 1948...we were both 16...I on January 9th and she on January 20th same year.

"I bet you can't write the second verse to this poem!" she said to me in sassy manner...

She shoves a note book page to me with a scribble in her handwriting.

The title was "I Love To Dance!"

How absurd I thought, after all, I was a "singer!"

Without hesitation I took the paper and began to write..."I'd love to be held close in your arms where only I could share all your charms..." 

I followed with a few more line of "poetic bliss", to my thinking, and her respone was..."How did you do that?"

I replied, hands on hips, "Well you wrote the first so I wrote the second!"

Eloise replied in evident astonishment, "Girl, mine was from a song sheet!"
We fell out laughing as any 16 year olds would do.

Of course, I've written thousands of poems since then and I often say, "It's like breathing to me!".

My friend Eloise will be laid to rest tomorrow, March 16, 2013...Such a sad song for me. We stayed in touch over the years and often still laughed about that dare for me to write a second verse...Who knew?!

My heart is filled with the sorrow of Eloise's demise
Yet I sing still

Copyright © Cynthia Alvez

Details | January Poem | |

A Twelve Months Pregnancy

     Hello January
     A whole year is over 
     A pregnancy of twelve months 
     with all the symptoms 
     Time is running like a marathon 
     The birth is started 
     The new year is here 
     again with new hope 
     expectations- joy and tears 
     Burning colorful stars 
     flashes in our eyes 
     Fireworks in the sky 
     like the sunlight
     gives a warm pleasure 
     Just a few seconds 
     All the church bells ringing 
     Smile ... kisses and hugs 
     We are ready - we are waiting  
     Please welcome the newborn year 

Sponsor:Vicky Tsiluma
Contest Name:Hello January 
Deadline:2/1/2014 12:00:00 AM

A-L  Andresen :)

Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen

Details | January Poem | |

New Year diet

At Christmas as always I ate
So much that I put on some weight
New year I must try
To stay off the pie
And next year, well I just can't wait.

Copyright © lola barron

Details | January Poem | |

It's Winter

Frozen lake-water, Damp eyelids,misty breath, Foggy-streets' dim lights, Silvery-green valleys, Leafless trees,concrete boughs.
written on: 7-11-2013

Copyright © Kiran Bantawa

Details | January Poem | |

Month of the Garnet

You're the beautiful month of brand new starts
clasping hands and wide open hearts.
When the festivities are done
we can breath a sigh as one.

You happen to be the month of my birth;
the time that I arrived on earth!
You're a time of renewal and seeking dreams
when nothing's really as hard as it seems.

I come to you through the looking-glass
with happiness of what shall pass.
Crisp winter air won't chill my soul
as I take on a new-found role.

I'm a dreamer ,a poet and a friend to many.
As for grievous heartaches there's no longer any.
When I have you January to give me hope
I feel I've been thrown that rescue rope.

Copyright © Deb Wilson